Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

“Yes. I’m going to ask that he take the rest of the week to calm down, and come back to us next Monday. I don’t want any more incidents like this, do you understand?” Sharon asked.

“Yes,” all three said in unison.

James glared at Dane.

Turning toward Cora, he gave her a quick hug. “I’ll pick you up from work.”

“Okay.”

On the way outside, James followed Lucy toward her car. Once she was there, she turned. “I don’t want him to come with me,” she said.

“Lucy—”

“He’s caused too much pain, and right now, I want to deal with my son without dealing with him.”

“Fine. He’s coming with me to the clubhouse.”

“I’m supposed to be helping my kids, my family.”

“You had your chance, and what did you do? Run away.” James shook his head. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed Pixie’s number. He needed his brother to come and pick him up. When no answer came from Pixie, he called Caleb. Shit was about to hit

the fan in a big way.

****

Chloe was back, and because of that, Pixie couldn’t linger.

“Why are you here?” Chloe asked.

“He dropped me off. I’m working at the clubhouse, and he was kind enough to bring me home.” Suzy smiled at him.

One day, he was going to get her to admit that they were together. Chloe stared at him, and he shrugged. “I’m a nice guy.”

She chuckled. “You’re a guy who wants something, and I know you want our little redhead.”

“How was your time away with Richard?”

“It was good. We’re working through our difficulties.”

“Having sex?”

“Pixie!” Suzy said, glaring at him.

“No. We’re not having sex. We’re actually talking, a lot. I like that.”

He saw the wistfulness on Chloe’s face, and knew what she meant. The sex with Suzy was out of this world, but he loved it when they talked. Those few blissful moments of sharing made the secrecy all worth it.

The telephone started to ring, and Suzy was closest, picking it up.

“Hello … yeah, he’s here, do you want … oh, yeah, of course.” She hung up, looking toward him. “That was James. He said it was an emergency, and that Dane was back.”

Pixie tensed up. “You’re certain.”

“Yeah, he left you messages, that’s what he said, and he wants you to get back in touch, or at least get to the club.”

“I’m going to have to go.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket seeing several missed calls and texts. Fuck, he’d had it on silent, and he hadn’t given it a thought. “I’ve got to go.”

He looked toward Suzy, about to go and give her a kiss. She gave a small head shake, and he sighed. “I’ll see you two lovely ladies soon. Have fun.”