Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
She’d come into my clubhouse, yelled at Red, and broken the biggest rule I fucking gave her. If she didn’t think she was about to pay for that shit, she had another thing coming.
I wasn’t the one to fucking cross. And obviously, I’d been letting her slide with her bullshit for way too damn long. It ended now.
Because like hell was she coming at Red sideways. Red was mine, and I protected what belonged to me.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” I shouted at Wendy, finally releasing her arm now that I had her outside, away from the prying eyes of all my brothers.
Goddammit, this was not how I’d wanted my first fucking morning with Aaliyah to start. We’d started it off great. I couldn’t get enough of her sinful little body. But I’d planned to take her out for breakfast, share a cup of coffee together.
Instead, Wendy had barged in and destroyed all of those plans in the blink of a fucking eye.
How the fuck was I supposed to make this up to Aaliyah? Shit, would she even still want me after this? I knew she hadn’t signed up for this. Hell, Wendy never came around here. I’d forbidden it.
Fuck, I hated my wife for this shit.
“You’re cheating on me!” she yelled, jabbing her finger against my chest. I smacked her hand away so roughly, she cradled it against her chest. “You thought I was going to sit around while you fucking humiliated me in front of all the club members?!”
“No one here gives a shit about you!” I barked at her. And that was the damn truth. The guys had never asked about her, though they all knew I was married. They’d never batted an eye when I fucked one of the club girls either.
If I didn’t have Wendy around, they knew it was for a good reason. I didn’t trust this bitch, and I’d made a huge mistake in marrying her. I just hadn’t known it back then.
“What I do is my own goddamn business.” I took a step closer to her, and she swallowed thickly, taking a nervous step back from me, fear spiking in her eyes. Her fear sated my soul a little. “And you want to talk about cheating?” I snarled at her. “I know about all your indiscretions, Wendy–all of them.” She swallowed thickly, now no longer feeling as sure of herself. She had no idea how far my connections went. Nothing happened in this tiny ass town without me knowing. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are. I’ve known for years.” I wrapped my hand around her throat and dragged her closer to me, tightening my hold to the point she couldn’t get air into her lungs.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to just snap her goddamn neck.
“Get the fuck off my clubhouse grounds, and don’t you ever step foot back on this property, do I make myself clear? Expect divorce papers by the end of the fucking week,” I snarled.
I shoved her away from me, sending her on her ass on the ground. Her neck was red, the shape of my handprint imprinted onto her skin.
I fucking hoped it bruised so every time she looked in the mirror and tried to cover it with makeup, she’d be reminded of the bastard she married and what he was capable of.
I turned on my heel and stormed into the clubhouse. Once the doors closed behind me, I pointed my finger at Geek, who was already watching me. Hell, all of them were. “Make sure she fucking leaves,” I ordered.
He nodded. “Got it, Prez,” he told me right before he slipped outside. I heard Wendy screeching some more, but I ignored her, heading down the hall to my room. I slammed my door behind me, even more pissed to see that Aaliyah had fucking left.
Wendy had driven her away.
Fuck!
I wanted to go after her, but fuck—I couldn’t speak to her in this condition. I was too pissed—too out of control. I needed to take some time to cool the fuck off. Because I was self-destructive. If I wasn’t careful, I’d fuck up everything with her before it even got started. And then, I’d really fucking hate myself more than I already did.
I got a quick shower and then got dressed before heading back up the hall. I paused for a moment in front of Aaliyah’s door. It took every ounce of my restraint to keep my hand from knocking. I wanted to know if she was okay, but she needed space, and I’d give that to her.
Even if it damn near killed me to do so. I hated not knowing what was happening between us, if she blamed me. She was the only woman in this world I cared about, and the only person’s opinions I wanted.