Page 81 of Rebellious

Irritation flashed through Mortician, but they were on shaky ground, and Bailey was both physically injured and alcohol dependent so he swallowed it. He felt a little guilty that he didn’t defend Meggie and Rebel, but Bailey would repeat her bullshit again before he left. He’d straighten her out eventually.

He stepped forward, but she raised a hand before he made it halfway across the room.

“Don’t come near me. When I wanted you to make love to me, you refused. Until you took me away and emptied your balls. After, you returned to the club without checking on me. Now you want me again? Fuck you. You’ve kept your cum to yourself for two weeks, so choke on it. I don’t want you.”

“Don’t do this, pretty girl. Don’t say shit you don’t mean deep down. You’re lashing out because of what Johnnie keep putting in your head.”

“He has the decency to look out for me.”

“You can’t be that fucking stupid. That motherfucker don’t have a decent bone in his body.”

“And you do?” she sneered. “He doesn’t call me stupid.”

Mortician refused to respond to her bitterness, so he retreated for now. “I’m going to take a shower. We have an early start tomorrow. I’ll stay until the end of the week, then go home. School will be out in about seven weeks. I’m calling a real estate agent. On the ride from the airport, I saw a house for sale that I liked for us. I looked it up online. Nine bedrooms. Eight bathrooms. A beautiful view.”

“What house has more bedrooms than bathrooms?”

Most motherfuckers didn’t. Until he talked to someone about it, he wouldn’t know the whys and wherefores. “Maybe, Roxanne and Knox can come for a few weeks, too,” he continued, ignoring Bailey’s question. “I’m taking a leave of absence from the club.”

“I don’t want you to stay here. I don’t want you to buy a house here. I want you gone. Didn’t you hear me? Shut up and get out.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

“I don’t know what I feel anymore,” she gritted. “When I see you, all I think about is how I begged you for another baby and you refused because of Meggie and CJ.”

“It wasn’t that. It was us. The state of our relationship. I love you,” he stressed again. “There’s nothing I’d want more than for us to have another baby if our marriage was on solid ground.”

“Get out.”

“Bailey—”

“Get out!” she screamed. “Get out. You left me. You weren’t there to h-hold me and c-comfort me.”

“That was an oversight. I’m so fucking sorry, pretty girl.”

“Leave, Lucas.”

“I’ll see if another room’s available—”

“Please don’t. I can’t stand to look at you.”

“You want a divorce?”

“Probably.”

“Because of the baby you wanted and I didn’t give you or because of your new friendship with Johnnie?”

“The only reason it matters now is because Johnnie has kept me up-to-date. If it was Kendall or Megan, you wouldn’t give a fuck.”

“They wouldn’t fucking lie.”

Her laugh was ugly. “Fuck you. That’s old news anyway. I don’t want you here because you used me the last time we went away.”

Mortician ignored that. “Let me spend the night in another room and make sure you get situated. I’ll leave tomorrow.”

“No,” she said stubbornly. “Leave before I call the PD and tell them you assaulted me. Because you did. Emotionally this time, if not physically.”

“You don’t have no fucking bruises,” he snarled, unable to believe she’d have him arrested.