Page 3 of Empower
“Hallelujah,” Red shouted.
That was when I heard a few of the brothers asking what was up.
“Pres is finally kicking that piece of shit out of his bed and his house.”
Whoops and hollers could be heard.
And within two hours, all that bitch’s shit was out of my house.
See, I can be an asshole. But I’m only an asshole when I’m pushed past the point of no return. That was why when Bridget dropped Raine off right as we were getting the last of her mother’s things out of the house, I walked over to her and knelt.
I took in her features that were so much like my own, “Hey sweetheart, did you have a good time with Bridget?
She smiled, wide, her two dimples popping out, “Yes, she got me some cute stuff and we had ice cream.”
“I’m glad you had a good time,” I told her.
She nodded, “Where’s she going?”
“She’s leaving, baby. Now, I gotta ask, do you want to go with her?”
Raine glared, “That’s not even funny, Daddy.”
I nodded, “Okay then. Head into the house, put your things in your room and then we gotta go.”
Raine giggled and then raced into the house, her words not going to her mother, not even her eyes.
And wasn’t that the kicker that anyone needed to see?
Bridget looked at Sara and then looked at me and winked.
I watched as Sara put all her stuff in the back of the SUV she just had to have and thought about calling the cops and reporting it stolen.
And if it was at another man’s house, I was going to do it.
Let her be his problem.
Which was why I sent a text to a prospect.
Once the bitch was gone, I put Raine on the back of my bike, and with my brothers, we headed to the park where the club had already set everything up.
I was the only thing Raine wanted for her tenth birthday this year.
And then, hours later I was laughing my ass off at men in leather kuttes, jeans, and boots, playing soccer with my girl.
And then again, a few hours later, after I’d had a prospect trail her, I did call the cops and reported the SUV stolen.
I was back in my driveway the very next morning.
Seven Years Later
I sat in my chair at the clubhouse and snickered at the image on my phone.
Over the past seven years, Sara realized a few things.
But unfortunately for her and fortunate for me, it was all too late.
She tried to come after the club.
