“I’m not going down for murder.I’m out of here,” Gabbie screeches.
“Go ahead.Stupid pussy, bitch.But one word and you’re dead.You hear me!”Faye screams after her as Gabbie’s footsteps thump across the floor.
Sweat clings to my skin.My head is swimmy, and I’m scared I’m going to throw up, piss myself, or pass out.
Not being able to see or freely move my arms and legs has me spiraling into a panic attack.Tears burn in my eyes, mingling with my sweat.Snot bubbles blow out of my nostrils, rolling down my lips as I sob, begging and pleading for Faye to let me go.
“Shut up.I can’t fuckin’ think with you sniveling like that.”
“I didn’t know he was married when I met him.”
“Oh, fuck off with that.My name is tatted on his ring finger.Everyone knows Woods is mine.He belongs to me.Not the other way around.”She lands another blow to the side of my head that has me seeing stars.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I’m not going to kill you.That’d be too easy.I’m going to take you deep into the woods and if you make it out alive, then good for you.If the bears get you, then no love lost.”
“Please, Faye.If you let me go, I’ll leave and never come back.You’ll never see me again.”
“Get up.”She pulls me up from under my armpit.
I nearly topple back over with the way she has my legs tied together.
She has no clue what she’s doing.
“You know Gabbie will blab to someone.She can’t be trusted.”
“Did I say you could talk?Start walking.”
I try to shuffle forward, and we both go crashing down.
“You stupid, bitch.Ow.Fuck,” Faye cries as she wiggles out from under me.
Seconds later, she’s pulling me to my feet and shoves me onto the back of her ATV, leaving me hogtied.
Chapter Twelve
Iwakeuptothe sound of my brother destroying my kitchen if the loud banging sounds echoing down the hallway are anything to go off.Faye didn’t come home last night, and I really don’t give a fuck where she slept at.I had planned on telling her that she’s right.We aren’t working.We need to end our marriage.Neither of us want to be together.I’ve tried.Given too many chances.But we don’t have any love for each other.I don’t know if we ever did.Jessika has me questioning everything and realizing some harsh fucking truths.
I stumble into the bathroom to take a quick shower before I call church today.I need to get everyone up to speed.Mainly Dirty.I know my brother, and he’ll be ready to jump right back into action.A lot of shit has changed since he went to prison.He thought he was next in line to be Prez when our uncle stepped down, but had he not gone to prison he would have ran this club into the ground.My brother cares about three things.Pussy.Drugs.His bike.And not in that order.He’s selfish and only thinks about himself.Mainly his dick.
When I get out of the bathroom, he’s sitting at the counter feeding Henry pieces of his bacon.“Cute pussy.”
“Don’t give him that shit.He won’t want to eat his own food.”
“Whatever.You got any work I can do?I need to make some cash.”
“We’ll discuss it at church.But if you need some money, I can float you.”
“I’m going to need a place to stay.”
“One of the trailers is empty.”
“Which one?And it better not be Bugs’ old place.”He makes a disgusted shudder, going through the motions of scratching his skin as he sticks his tongue out.
“You look ridiculous and yeah, that’s the one, but I made his ass clean it when he moved in with that bitch he’s shackin’ up with.”
“Someone actually fucks that ugly bastard?”
