Page 77 of Clint & Ivy
“No, because she had gotten what she wanted. You fucked her, so she felt pretty again. You gave her cash, so her bills will be paid. You fixed her problems, so she didn’t need you anymore. That’s why she didn’t stick around.”
“I know,” Farley said and dropped his chin to his chest. “I don’t know why I fall for her shit.”
“Because you grew up watching Pepper and Bay save weak women. Now, you want to play the hero like your moms have done. You know all this, Farley. We’ve gone over it. You’ve talked to the therapist about it. There’s no fucking mystery. But you still let Cordy inside your house.”
“What’s the big deal?” Farley asked, suddenly full of bravado as he stood up and walked to the kitchen. “I got laid, and it’s not like I’m hurting for cash.”
“What if she came over here to get knocked up? Do you want that bitch raising your kid and milking your feelings forever?”
“I was careful.”
“Where are the condoms?” Clint asked immediately.
Farley frowned hard, wanting to fight back. I sensed he was a tough guy in most situations. With Clint, he turned submissive.
Clint glanced at me and offered a small smile. I must have looked freaked out, and he wanted to comfort me. Once I smiled back, his face transformed into the guy who could make other men submit.
Clint told Farley, “Until you tell that bitch to fuck off, you will never find someone good. How many sweet chicks have dumped you because you got distracted by Cordy? Any of them would have treated you better than the bitch. Yet, here we are again.”
Farley crossed his arms and muttered, “I don’t need lectures.”
“Well, you need something because this shit keeps happening.”
“I get weak when it comes to her.”
“Cordy’s not a victim,” Clint insisted. “She doesn’t need your help. You aren’t saving her, and she’ll never care about you for real.”
“I know.”
“But you let her inside this fucking condo,” Clint growled in such a harsh tone that I found myself flinching away from him. “She came into your safe space and took what she wanted from you and then fucking left. How can you ride for my club if you act like a such punk-ass bitch?”
Farley’s gaze flashed around the room like a frightened animal searching for an escape.
“I don’t know how to stop.”
“I’ve told you how,” Clint said in a calmer tone. “You know how to make it end, but you won’t say the word.”
“I don’t want Cordy to get hurt.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a punk-ass bitch.”
“Let me tell you the future,” Clint said and glanced at me to make sure I wasn’t freaked out by his tone. “Cordy gets behind on her bills. She hits an age where guys won’t party with her. She’s going to decide that a baby will love her right. Then, you’ll be stuck with her. You’ll want to move her into the condo. I can already hear you explaining how the baby won’t be safe with Cordy alone. The kid needs you around. Then, after she gets bored of motherhood, she’ll start running around on you while you explain to your kid why its mom is never home.”
“If that were to happen, I could take care of the kid. It might work out if she leaves.”
“She won’t leave for long. She’ll keep coming back. If you tell her to fuck off, she’ll go to court. Eventually, I’ll have to stick her ass in the quarry. Then, you’ll feel sad because you killed your kid’s mom.”
Farley’s brown eyes flashed to me before he asked, “Should you be saying this shit in front of Ivy?”
“She’s mine now. I’m not hiding the reality of Little Memphis from her,” Clint said and looked at me. “When people cross the club, they end up buried somewhere. That’s what will eventually happen to this Cordy bitch. Or Farley can say the word now, and she’ll stop coming around.”
I looked at Farley, nearly begging him with my eyes to give Clint what he wanted. Cordy sounded awful while Farley seemed nice. Why shouldn’t he meet someone better? Besides, kids should have good parents. No one in my family did, and we accomplished nothing in life.
“What if she’s the best I’m going to do?” Farley asked, sounding brokenhearted.
“You’ve already dated a handful of chicks better than Cordy. You’re not in love with her. It’s her drama that’s got you hooked. You’re addicted to playing her hero, but it’s not real. Just cut her loose and find a nice girl who actually likes you.”
