“Don’t walk away mad at me.”
“I’m not mad, Sara. I’m hurt. Now let me go.” He jerks his arm away and grabs his keys from the kitchen counter. “Don’t wait up,” he snarls.
When I hear his bike roar out of the driveway and down the road, I fall apart.
Danny just walked out on me on our wedding night, no less.
I gave up everything to be with him and at the first sign of trouble, he up and leaves me. What kind of shit is this?
I don’t deserve this.
I won’t put up with it. Danny may have thought I’d be a docile little wife, but I won’t take his shit.
I have the blood of a rebel running through my veins. I’m nobody’s bitch. Even as I think the thoughts though, tears burn at the corners of my eyes and I go back to the bedroom, remembering the love we made, the promises we shared. How did our love go wrong so fast?
Picking his t-shirt up from the floor, I bring it to my nose, inhaling his scent. I slip it on over my head and curl up in bed.
“Don’t wait up.” I replay his words…our fight in my head.
Danny and I have never fought before.
This is no way to start our marriage.
I get back up from the bed once I am done feeling sorry for myself.
I thought long and hard about what my mother would do if she were in my shoes. She sure as shit wouldn’t lay here crying herself to sleep.
I go into the kitchen and find my bag. Pulling out my phone I fire off a text.
Flame: I need a favor.
Cupid: What you need?
Flame: Come get me and take me to Danny.
Cupid: You want me to lose my head or my dick? Not a good idea, darlin’.
Flame: Why? Is he with someone?
Cupid: I like you, but I can’t be going behind Prez’s back like this.
Flame: Please.
He doesn’t answer right away. I toss my phone on the couch cushion, feeling defeated. I would call a cab but hell, I don’t even know our address, let alone how to get to the clubhouse.
My phone pings.
Cupid: You’re lucky I’m a dumbfuck with a soft spot for love. Be there in twenty. Be ready.
Chapter 11
Danny
I hated walking out on Sara, but I needed space to get my head straight. She fucking took me by surprise. I’m not mad at her for wanting to wait. I’m pissed that she didn’t come to me and tell me how she was feeling before. We’re supposed to be a team.
I don’t guess I have a right to be angry when I have secrets of my own. The money I stuck in the safe an hour ago is taunting me. Calling me a fucking hypocrite. Sara was upfront with me. I’m more pissed at myself than her if I’m being honest.
I should tell her the truth but I’m a pussy. A fucking chicken shit. Scared of my own wife. Well…scared of losing her, but I may have just done that anyway by walking out.