“Then what was it like?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug and go to pull my smokes out of my cut. I tap my pockets in search of a lighter unable to find either. Musta fell out at the house.
“Need a smoke?” Danika purrs in my ear while waving a pack of cigarettes in my face. Don’t know where the fuck she came from. I don’t recall seeing her when I came in but then again, I wasn’t looking for her either.
“I’m good. Back the fuck up.” I blow her off, shrugging her away. I don’t bother to look at the bitch to know whether or not she’s offended. Don’t give a fuck what she is as long as whatever she is the cunt keeps the fuck away from me and my wife.
“I got you.” Holy hands me his pack. “Keep’em. I got another pack.” He flicks his Zippo open and I light one up.
I glance over my shoulder. Danika’s moved off. Thank fuck. Never shoulda gone there. Paying the price now.
“That done then?”
“Never started. Shouldn’t have happened but it did. Now I deal with the fallout.”
I finish my beer and cigarette. Holy shoves off after getting a phone call. Couple of the brothers are shooting a game of pool and breaking in the new prospect, Nav. Short for Navarro. He’s Bank’s cousin but Slick is his sponsor.
I debate on another beer but decide to go upstairs to my room and catch a shower and some shuteye. I go to unlock the door but its already open. When I get inside the room, the door falls shut behind me. I glance at my bed and find Danika. In all her naked glory, she nibbles on her finger sucking it between her red stained lips.
“The fuck you think you’re doing? You need to bounce.”
“Come on, Link. Let’s finish what we got started. Nobody has to know.”
“Think you’ve caused me enough shit.” I stomp to the bed and grab her by the arm, jerking her up off the mattress. “Get your shit and get gone.” I gather her pile of clothes and shove them at her as I push her toward the door. I open it up to wave her out and find Pam standing on the other side. “Fucking fuck me.”
“Wow,” my wife enunciates the word slowly.
“It’s not what you think,” I grumble.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re free to do as you please and now so am I. I’ve seen all I needed to.”
“Tell my wife what happened?” I scowl at Danika.
“I should go.” The bitch plays dumb, skirting around the two of us but not fast enough.
“You fucking cunt.” Pam snatches her up by her hair.
Oh shit. Here we go.
Pam draws her knee up at the same time she yanks Danika's head down to meet it getting her right in the nose. Blood squirts from her nostrils as she cries out. My wife doesn’t miss a beat slamming her head into the wall. “Fucking whore. Skanky cunt that everyone has fucked. I’ll kill you.” Blood splatters on the wall as my crazy wife rams Danika’s face into the paneling again.
Viking steps out of his room at the sound of all the ruckus. He rolls his eyes then lets out a low whistle. He knows as good as I do that, I’m damn lucky Prez isn't here. Murder doesn't put up with cat fights in his house. He’s home with his new bride enjoying his wedded bliss. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me.
We share a nod, and I grab Pam under her armpits while Viking tries to pry her fingers out of Danika’s hair. A handful of blonde locks falls to the floor.
Jesus.
“Let me go,” Pam screams, kicking back at my shins, arms outstretched grappling for Danika’s neck.
“Get her out of here,” I growl toward Viking.
He wrenches an arm under the whore’s knees and lifts, securing her in his arms, and out of Pam’s reach.
Chapter Six
“Cool your shit,” Link snarls in my ear, dragging me into his room at the clubhouse. I don’t know why I came. No. That’s a lie. I needed to see with my own eyes if the text message I got from an unknown number had any truth to it.
I know it was Danika who sent the message. I may be pissed at Link, but I’ll be damned if she thinks she can insert herself into his life and fuck with me. He’s still my husband. I’m still his wife. We share a son.
I’ll kill her before she puts her skanky lips on him again.
“If I let you go are you gonna behave?” His furry lips work along the shell of my ear giving me a shiver. A reaction I don’t want to have at his deep voice and breath brushing along my skin painting me with his words.
I’m all worked up and on edge. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. My nerves are frayed. I’m coming apart at the seams. If I don’t get a hold on this anger, I’m going to do something stupid.
“Why was she here in your room?”
“Fuck if I know. I came up to take a shower and get some sleep and the bitch was naked on my bed. Soon as I saw her, I tossed her out. You were here. You saw. Don’t believe me you can ask Holy. He was at the bar with me when the bitch was trying to give me a cigarette, and I told her to get lost.”
“Let me go.”
“You believe me?” his fingers slide down my arms, and I lift a shoulder to him. “Whatcha doing here anyway? You said you wanted space.”
“I had a text message that told me you had her in your room. Came to see for myself.”
“Swear to fuck I’ll make sure the cunt never steps foot in this clubhouse again or anywhere near me or you.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t it?” He twists me around and stares at me long and hard. The intensity swirling in his eyes crackles between us. Threatening to suck me under and drown me in him. I can’t get lost in what used to be. Things have changed. I can’t allow the physical attraction we share to drag me down to hell. “We’ll get through this.”
Wish I could believe him.
“Who sent the text?”
“I’m guessing your whore or one of her friends.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Yeah. I’m sure you will just like you handled it when she sucked your dick.”
“Pam...”
I hold my palm up in his face. “Don’t. Just fucking don’t. I’m done, Link.”
His thick and rough digits curl around my wrist, pulling my hand to his chest over his heart. “Feel that.”
I roll my eyes.
“Only beats for you, babe. If I don’t have you and our son...I don’t have nothing.”
“You only have yourself to blame. You created this situation.”
“Think I got here on my own? You’re innocent. Haven’t been pushing me away. Telling me to fuck whoever I wanted, right? I imagined it, huh?”
My breath catches in my throat. I want to scream in his face that he’s full of shit but he’s not. He’s right. I pushed too hard. “You’re right but nothing I’ve done excuses the choice you made.”
“Swear to fuck if I could take it back, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I know I fucked us up, but I’m begging you to give me a chance to make it up to you. Want me on my knees? Want me to kiss your feet? Tell me what you want,” he roars.
“I want to erase her from existence. I want her gone. I want to forget that she ever touched you. That you ever wanted her to.”