The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV Book 5) by Glenna Maynard (the giving tree read aloud TXT) 📗

“I had a text message that told me you had her in your room. Came to see for myself.”

“Swear to fuck I’ll make sure the cunt never steps foot in this clubhouse again or anywhere near me or you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t it?” He twists me around and stares at me long and hard. The intensity swirling in his eyes crackles between us. Threatening to suck me under and drown me in him. I can’t get lost in what used to be. Things have changed. I can’t allow the physical attraction we share to drag me down to hell. “We’ll get through this.”

Wish I could believe him.

“Who sent the text?”

“I’m guessing your whore or one of her friends.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Yeah. I’m sure you will just like you handled it when she sucked your dick.”

“Pam...”

I hold my palm up in his face. “Don’t. Just fucking don’t. I’m done, Link.”

His thick and rough digits curl around my wrist, pulling my hand to his chest over his heart. “Feel that.”

I roll my eyes.

“Only beats for you, babe. If I don’t have you and our son...I don’t have nothing.”

“You only have yourself to blame. You created this situation.”

“Think I got here on my own? You’re innocent. Haven’t been pushing me away. Telling me to fuck whoever I wanted, right? I imagined it, huh?”

My breath catches in my throat. I want to scream in his face that he’s full of shit but he’s not. He’s right. I pushed too hard. “You’re right but nothing I’ve done excuses the choice you made.”

“Swear to fuck if I could take it back, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I know I fucked us up, but I’m begging you to give me a chance to make it up to you. Want me on my knees? Want me to kiss your feet? Tell me what you want,” he roars.

“I want to erase her from existence. I want her gone. I want to forget that she ever touched you. That you ever wanted her to.”

“Want me to go downstairs and cut out her tongue? Slit her throat? Dump her body in a well somewhere?”

I shake my head. “This isn’t funny.”

“You see me laughing?”

“Be honest with me. Did you fuck her today?”

“No.”

I glance past him at the bed. The crumpled sheets don’t tell me anything, but the condom wrapper sure as hell does. “Liar,” I whisper.  I step around him. “This look like nothing to you?” I snatch the wrapper and hold it up in his face.

Link knocks it out of my hand. “I don’t know where the fuck that came from. The crazy cunt musta put it there to set me up. You said you had a text.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You swear on Connor’s life you didn’t fuck her?”

“Yeah. One thousand percent. Only time anything happened was what you saw. If I fucked her, I’d tell you. I may be a bastard, but I’ve never lied to you. That’s a check you cash.”

“Maybe so. I can’t look at you without hating you. I want to rip out your heart.”

“Want to get me back? Tit for tat. Go find you someone to fuck to make us even.”

“Maybe.”

“Fuck around and find out how far that’ll take you.”

“Would serve you right. Only unlike you I’ve kept my vows.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry?” I scoff. “You’re sorry doesn’t mean shit to me. I don’t care what you do, but I’m leaving.”

“That’s right walk away and ignore me. Pretend your shit doesn’t stink. You’re so damn perfect.”

“I’m not doing this. I’m going to see Jules and then I’m picking Connor up.”

“Guess I’ll see you at home, babe.”

“Oh fuck you.”

Link smirks at me. “Already did that. Can still taste your pussy.”  He licks his lips and moans.

Jackass.

I grimace. “You sure it’s mine?”

His face falls, and he jerks as though I physically dealt the low blow.

I leave him where he stands. I slam the door to his room, and he doesn’t try to stop me. I asked for space so why does it hurt that he’s not chasing after me?

I quit the clubhouse not seeing Danika anywhere. Maybe she was trying to start some shit but none of it looked good. I don’t know what to believe. The whole situation with my husband has my head all fucked up. My heart too. I don’t think Link is playing games.

I don’t think my man is playing me.

I drive to Jules, thankful that I have my sister close by, knowing she’ll always have my back. I’ve always been the strong one who doesn’t sugarcoat the bullshit. Now I need her to pick up the shattered pieces of my life.

I’m the fixer.

I don’t know how to fix this. Me. Link. Our marriage.

Do I expect too much?

I don’t think so.

**

“I never thought Link would do something like that.” Jules shakes her head and shoves a couple of seedless green grapes in her mouth.

“Join the club.”

“How are you really? Don’t give me that I’m a badass bullshit.”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Part of me hates him. But the other half of me knows that despite the bad I still love him. He hurt me. I don’t know how to come back from it. How to move past it. Because if I forgive him it’s as though I’m saying it’s acceptable behavior. I’m not that woman.”

“You’re handling it better than I imagined you would.”

“I busted her face up pretty damn good.” I smirk, recalling how good it felt to ram that bitch’s head into the wall.

“She deserves worse for that damn text message and condom bit.”

“You think it was all a setup?”

“Don’t you?”

I shrug. Roane, my brother-in-law comes from the kitchen and hands me a beer. “Thanks.”

“Want my take?”

“Depends on if you’re just gonna have your brother’s back on this or if you’ll be straight with me.”

Roane drops onto the loveseat next to Jules, curling an arm around her shoulder. He takes a hard drink. “Link’s a fool, and I say that freely ‘cause I’d