Page 65 of Dark & Deceitful
Twisting to look at me straight-on, Dark shows zero remorse when he states, “I don’t care about Abby.”
Bile rises in my throat at his conviction. That’s the mother of his child. She deserves more than this. “That’s horrible! Don’t say that. Take it back.”
“No. I won’t. She’s nice. I like her fine enough. But I don’t love her. You don’t just love someone because you have sex with ‘em. You can’t fall in love with someone else if you’re already in love. It doesn’t work like that. Ask Pops why he doesn’t have a woman, Kali. Ask him why he doesn’t date.” Dark lifts his chin at his father, goading him to say something.
“Dark,” Sunshine rumbles in warning.
Peeling the older biker’s arms from around my waist, I pad to the front of the room to get a little space. Shaking my arms down at my sides, I pace the distance between the front door and the ancient television on the even older dresser. It’s missing a drawer. Literal cobwebs fill the dark space. There are only a few feet to move about, but it helps me focus. I shouldn’t have asked Dark. I don’t even want to know all this, but I need to know. I need… to be freed.
Ignoring Dark for a moment, I face Sunshine. “Did you know about Abby? Did you know what Dark does?” I gesture between the two of them.
Much like his son, Sunshine drags a palm down his face. That simple motion confirms my worst fears.
He. Knew.
“You lied to me,” I croak. “You said you didn’t know where Dark was.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sunshine rubs his knees. “I know.”
A lone tear breaks free and slides down my cheek to the tip of my chin, where it falls to the ground.
“You knew about the cheating.” My voice wobbles.
A shallow, solemn nod is his only reply.
Fuck.
Just like that, my entire world implodes. Rushing to the bathroom, I slam the door shut, lock it, and press my back against the cool wood as I shatter. Ugly sobs rack my body as I slide to the floor, and pain unlike I’ve ever experienced before rips from the depths of my already fucked-up soul.
I trusted them.
The men I loved most in the world.
The men who saved me from a lonely life.
Everything has been a lie.
Our marriage.
The friendship.
Dark and Sunshine frantically pound on the door. The force rattles through my spine as snot runs down my face. Knees pulled to my chest, I rest my chin there and cry, and cry until I can cry no more. Until every broken piece of me lay at my feet—shards of glass tinged with blood. My blood. From trusting them. From… my stupidity.
“Kali!” Dark roars. “I’m sorry.” He beats his fist against the doorframe. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, babe.”
But he’s not.
He did this.
He made his choices.
And his father went along with it.
They’re no better than the men I kill.
No. They’re worse.
I trusted them.
