Fool me once, shame on me.
I’m on my own.
The only person I can trust is myself, even if I have shit taste in men.
Chapter Four
“Whenareyoucominghome?You were supposed to be here last night,” Faye bitches like she always does.
“Had a change of plans.”
“And you couldn’t be bothered to tell me?I’ve been worried sick.”
“Spent ninety percent of the night shitting my brains out from food poisoning.”
“Well, are you okay?”
“I’ve been better, but I’ve also been worse.How’s Henry?”
“Hasn’t shut up since you left.You know how he is.Goes room to room looking for you.I gave him one of your shirts and he pissed on it.”
I snort at that.My little buddy has an attitude.Since the moment he showed up on my front porch looking like a wet rat disguised as a kitten.
“Be home in about seven hours if I don’t kill over from this food poisoning.Make sure there’s a room ready at the clubhouse.”
“For who?”
“Club business.”
“Right.It’s always club business.”
“Don’t give me no lip, woman.Not when I’m not there to shut you up by ramming my dick down your throat.”
“That would require you actually being here.”
“Maybe I’d want to be there if you didn’t nag me to fucking death.You could’ve come.Your family would have loved to see you.”
“I told you it was Leona’s bridal shower.I couldn’t miss it.I’m her maid of honor.”
And I’m just your fucking husband.I don’t voice the thought.It’d only lead to another argument.One of many we’ve been having lately.Faye and I have reached what some call the seven-year itch.We’ve been reduced to roommate status.People who share a space but not a life.I’ve been trying to push through and find any reason to stay with her, but Faye’s a bitch and doesn’t make it easy to want to try.
I don’t know why I try.I know why she stays.She loves the status being my ol’ lady gives her.Loves being the queen bee.But she doesn’t love me.Not the way she once pretended to, and I can’t help but wonder why either of us bothers with this fucking charade.
I asked her to ride to California on the back of my bike.Thought it’d give us some much-needed time together.Her arms wrapped around me for the ride.Her body pressed to mine in my tent at night.
That maybe we’d reignite that short-lived spark we had.
Instead, I rode out without her and now I’m riding back with a beautiful yet broken beauty that isn’t my wife.Faye will raise ten kinds of hell when I roll through that gate with Jessika’s tits pressed to my back and I’ll pay the price because the look on her face will be well worth it to remind her that she’s fucking replaceable.If she doesn’t want to be with me, there’s five more bitches eager to take her spot any fucking day of the week.
“See you when I get back.”I end the call and glance back toward the motel.My gaze immediately lands on Jessika.My favor to Big Daddy.Getting her out of Anarchy.Away from the men who will be hunting her for exposing their plan to take him out.
Her bastard of a husband will be too busy trying to survive Big Daddy to worry about where Jessika has disappeared to, but that doesn’t mean the cartel won’t have her on their radar.She needs to lay low until this shit blows over.No better place to do it than Devil’s Creek.My personal slice of heaven.A small town where everyone knows everyone but doesn’t share our secrets with outsiders.She’ll be safe there under the protection of my chapter of the KOAMC.Under my protection.
Under me.
Fuck me, she is too damn tempting and sweet.
She looks cute wearing my white t-shirt tied up at her waist paired with them tight-fitting jeans that hug her curvy hips and fine ass.I’ve never been jealous of a pair of jeans until now.I shouldn’t be checking her out in front of everyone, but I’m a man and notice when a woman looks damn good and fuck me if she isn’t gorgeous.A walking fantasy.She’s trouble.In every sense of the word.Bad guys are after her and physically, she’s just my type.Dirty blonde hair, gorgeous baby blues, and pouty red lips you just want to taste.She’s in a danger and I’m compelled to be the man who saves her.
