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422 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 29, 2021
“‘Oh God’ is right,” he told me as our eyes locked. “You can yell that out all you want, sugar.” And then, before I could take my next breath, Damon Donovan took my virginity in one harsh thrust.
“You were a virgin?” He asked hesitantly. My answer was a simple nod of my head because I was honestly too stunned by everything that happened to make coherent conversation.
Tonight, I learned a lot of cold hard truths. People couldn’t be trusted. Love didn’t matter. A heart could break and still function. My mom walked out without even asking to say goodbye to me.
The door creaked noisily when I pushed it open, and there was no holding back the loud gasp that left me at the sight. Brinley, the cheerleader from hell and bane of my existence at school, was in Damon’s bed with him.
“He already did, and now I’m pregnant with his baby, honey!”
“How the fuck does that stick equate to it being my kid?” I gasped, tears brimming behind my eyes at his accusation. “You know I was a virgin,” I offered quietly in my own defense.
“I was pissed at Brinley. We broke up at the field party before school because someone told her family we were together, and they didn’t like it. I found her trying to walk home from the party by herself.”
“It just happened. I was pissed at Brinley,” he stated again, as if that made everything better instead of worse.
“I’ll pay for it to be taken care of,” Damon sputtered quickly. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Look, if you’re gonna have it, I’ll sign whatever and you can keep it, but I don’t want a kid.”
“You think you’re going to organize an abortion for me?” I screamed in her face. “You think you’re going to threaten my baby and have no consequences for it?” I felt one of her teeth give way under that punch. “I will fucking kill you!”
That was all I needed to hear to understand that my marriage to Damon would be on paper only. He would be one of those MC men who used the whores at the clubhouse, who fucked the women who came to party, and who rarely – if ever – made it home to his wife and kid.
“Of course, I didn’t want to marry a man who wants nothing to do with me,”
“Why on earth would I ever want to marry some asshole who only saw me as a burden, and one time as a convenient fuck, after he temporarily broke up with his bitchy girlfriend who was only using him to piss her daddy off in the first place?”
“Five years, and then I’m done. No matter what!”
What I wanted sure as fuck was not a baby or a stage-five clinger who got to ride my dick once when I was feeling out of sorts. I knew, the minute I went there, that it had been a mistake.
It didn’t take long to track down Brinley. She was, as usual, wherever she could grab the most attention for herself.
I had planned on going nomad as soon as my prospect period was up with the club. Brinley and I had plans to go build our own life together.
“Brinley! I don’t know what you want me to do here.” “I want you to choose me over that whore.”
“She’s not a whore or a slut, stop saying that. Jesus, she had sex one damn time and had the bad fucking luck to get knocked up.”
“Damn, Brin! Tell me how you really feel about the baby.” “I want it dead!” She shrieked. “That’s how I truly feel. I want her to take a terrible fall and kill the thing inside her that is tying you to her.
I want for it not to exist and if you were smart, that’s exactly what you would make happen!”
“You can though,” she sobbed. If you wanted to, you could change it all. Make her get an abortion. Just leave. None of you even know if that brat she’s carrying is really yours. What if it’s not? What if you stuck around and married that bitch, and the kid that she’s carrying isn’t yours, and you lose me as a result?”
I hated that idea and spent as much time as I could avoiding Lily as a result. It was actually that act of rebellion that led me straight into Brinley’s arms. I noticed how she tormented Lily in the halls at school and figured that the enemy of my enemy should be my friend.
“Brin, you know I love you, right?” “I know you do, but is it really enough when you chose your club over me and married another woman?”
“We’ll get you a ring,” he offered.
“Why? I didn’t marry you.” I told him bluntly.
“The man I married didn’t want me to have one, so I won’t have one.”
“Easy enough for you to say when it’s my kid sitting alone in a new house, heartbroken, while yours is probably out fucking the woman who wanted to hurt their baby.”
“Nope. You got what you wanted. We’re married. He’s out fucking the same girlfriend who threatened my baby. I’m here alone and pregnant, or at least I would be if you two would ever leave.”
I didn’t see Merc again until about a month after that, when he was picking up Brinley on the back of his Harley after school. Her smirk said she won the man.
Why shouldn’t she continue to do so since she was riding bitch on my husband’s Harley while I was pregnant with his child and taking the school bus home?
The pointed look he had given Callie, along with the way she avoided me afterward, clued me into who she probably was to my husband.
I was trying. I went to school during the day, worked at a local pizza chain making pizzas after school, and when the orders came in, I still did reports for college students on the weekends. Considering I had to feed myself and pay for the doctor visits and prenatal vitamins, it was never enough.
Pathetically, all I had in the house was some stale bread, three packages of ramen soup, and one box of macaroni and cheese when my father stopped by to check on me. The only reason there was even any mac-n-cheese was because I was out of the milk and butter that I needed to make it. I had been so busy staring into my empty fridge, at the absence of those things, that I hadn’t heard him come in.
He never left money for me, brought groceries into the house, or anything else. I was beginning to wonder how this was going to work if I wasn’t able to get a real job sometimes soon.
“Well, you know her skanky ass is on a school bus right now, so obviously she can’t blow your cover.” Brinley spat out.
Lucky for me, I still had her Christmas present in the truck. I had planned on proposing to her, hoping it would let her know how fucking serious I was since she kept shoving it in my face that I chose the club over her. I shook my head when I thought about the ring that I spent three grand on. That ring was the reason I hadn’t given her more cash for a car.
“Sell that fucking ring you bought and do something nice for your wife with the money instead. I hear she might need a few things!”
Two weeks later, just before Christmas, I packed my stuff up and headed out to California to find Brinley. I found her shacked up with some dude who reminded me of the quintessential Hollywood pimps.
There was one consolation prize waiting for me there though, and her name was Amber.
Amber was on the back of my bike coming along for the ride. She was just what I needed to get over the sting of rejection from Brinley walking away with everything.
To my surprise, it was almost a month later before anyone said anything to me about Amber.
“Heard Amber telling the other girls this morning that she was your old lady.”
He told her that a man in the club could have both, plus mistresses, and all the while end up banging club whores on the side too if they wanted.”
Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I paid bills on the house. Before Christmas, maybe?
“Remember when you had that whore of yours set up in my hunting shack?” Boone started.
“You remember kitting my shack out for that cunt?”
“You spent money on that bitch. Bought furniture, all kinds of food, a heater, and then, you stupid son of a bitch, you even gave her money for a fucking car.”
“You and my girl have been married since early October, and you haven’t once seen to her needs?”
“Why in the fuck were you putting groceries in my shack for some whore who was fully capable of getting a job, when you couldn’t fill your own house for the woman carrying your baby?”
“I bought her groceries and took them back to her place. Do you know where the money she had on her came from?”
“She was working at a pizza joint after school most nights until they closed. My daughter. The pregnant one. The one without a car.”
“They felt she was a liability after she burned the shit out of her belly while making pizzas. Has a nasty scar across the top of it now.”
Thanks to Brinley, the whole school knew about our situation long before I started to show. Most didn’t believe her until there was no way to hide my baby bump any longer.
Stacey had kept me informed about what Merc was up to, and according to her, he was living with some whore at the clubhouse who claimed she was his old lady.
I saw the truck he bought for Brinley before she skipped town. Brinley herself made sure I knew exactly who bought it for her as she told me to enjoy riding the school bus. To say I had zero faith in Merc doing the right thing was an understatement.
“Mads, spread those legs wide baby. It’s our last day before I have to go back to the ball and fucking chain.” I was a little buzzed, otherwise I wouldn’t have said that shit out loud in the middle of the clubhouse.
Madeline released my lips long enough to scream, “Harder!” as I continued to pump my fingers into her wanton pussy.
Lily stood there, no longer looking pregnant, and that blue bundle… Shit! Oh, fucking shit! I was going to die.
Madeline. There was something about that girl that I’d been trying to remember, and it just now hit me. She used to be Lily’s best friend.
He looked even guiltier, if that was possible. “I was angry with Brinley,” he admitted.
“Don’t. Please, don’t sit here and tell me how my son was the result of an angry, convenience fuck. What kind of piece of shit person are you?”
“A selfish, self-indulgent, womanizing, uncaring, frustrating, egotistical-”
I turned to find Abbi Spencer standing there looking like sex on a fucking stick in her crop top, jeans and boots. Her blond hair hung long in spiral curls, which were new for her, but didn’t detract from her beauty one bit.
I had most definitely hooked up with Abbi, quite a few times, and some of those since I’d married Lil.
“Your porn star ex-girlfriend talked so much shit about me that the rest of the school did too even after she left. Every single girl you’ve slept with before and since I got pregnant has been in my face about how they get to ride your dick and I’m just your dirty little secret that wasn’t well kept. Then there’s Madeline, who sent me this card in the mail. It was in the mailbox today.”
Two of the club girls joined me to pick some things up for a patch party the club was having for one of CJ.
“If you want to go say hello to your whores, feel free.” “They’re not whores,” I insisted, thinking she thought they were club girls. Lily turned to me. “Are they women who sleep with taken men? Did they know you were married with a child waiting for you at home when you fucked them?”
“That’s what I thought. Any woman who would sleep with a man, knowing he’s married, is a whore. She’s taking something that doesn’t belong to her.”
“Garbage! It makes him a garbage human being.”
“Yeah, okay,” he laughed it off. “I just saw you fucking Sabrina at a party last week.”
“Weren’t you and Tina fucking Merc at that party last weekend?”
“Are you serious right now? You brought your wife to a party where you’ve fucked at least half the women here?”
I’d almost missed that because I was busy fucking one of the whores at the clubhouse.
He continued to fuck whoever he wanted, and I was left at home to take care of our son.
“How many women have spent the night in your bed?” He didn’t answer, just stared at me. “How many women have you moved in with you at the clubhouse for more than a weekend?” Again, no answer. “How many women have you purchased gifts for? Cars? Bought their groceries? How many have you gone to dinner with? Lunch? Breakfast because you were still together in the morning?”
“I had to take Declan out of the IHOP last month because you showed up looking wrecked with some whore who couldn’t be bothered to put actual clothes on before leaving your fuck-fest. We couldn’t even finish our pancake breakfast because I didn’t want my son to see you with your whore like that.
“I’m not wearing the helmet that you put all your whores in when they ride with you.”
“You have that fine ass ball of fun sitting at home, taking good care of your boy, and you still fuck around with nasty club whores?”
“Shaina, slide that ass over babe, you’re hot as fuck.”
Shaina, was it? She gets your faithfulness while your wife gets another woman’s name whispered to her in bed! Fuck you, Merc!”
I had only been exclusive with Shaina for the past four months, before that I’d been casual with her and still fucking some of the club women for a few months.
Shaina would lose her shit over this, especially since I never told her I would be gone last night.
Shaina was a good woman. She was one I could have seen a life with if Lily hadn’t been in it. She would have even made a good stepmom to Deck, if things had been different.
“And? You fucked your wife?” “Yeah, we had sex.” “What are you even doing, Damon?”
“And you told me that you never slept with your wife. Obviously, that’s not true.”
Still, those pictures hurt me on a soul deep level that I didn’t even realize existed up to that point. She had more of him than I ever had. Even if it was over between them and this was her angry attempt at trying to make me push him back to her. If she only knew. I didn’t have him either. Never had. What I also never had of Merc was a single picture of the two of us together.
He mistook me for her when he was first waking up, which meant he had built habits of waking up with her over time.
“You tried this when we were in Savannah and come to find out you had a girlfriend who you were serious enough about to not cheat on her.” “I did though.” “Did what?” “Cheated on her.” “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
Some of the pictures that Shaina had used to torment Lily had been of us hanging out at the beach together, and remembering that was just another kick in the pants to the type of absolutely selfish prick I had been.
“You lied to me about her. You made me stay married to a man who didn’t have a single loyal bone in his body. You were never supposed to be the one I couldn’t trust. You were always supposed to be there for me. It was all a lie though. Who is disloyal now, Dad? By your standards, I should kick you out of my life and never allow you to come back.”