I rear my fist back and nail Todd in the nose with my spiked brass knuckles hearing his bones crunch.
Chapter Ten
“I tell you I’ve met someone and that I want a divorce and all you can do is say okay? When did you stop loving me? When did you stop caring about our family?”
I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for more of your shit. Enough with the fucking games, Ruthie. If you met someone who makes you happy then fucking go be with him.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. You want a divorce then I’ll give you one.”
“So that’s it.”
“What the hell do you want from me?”
“I want you to fight for me. To show me you give a damn. To tell me you’ll kill him or me. That you’ll never let me go.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not in love with you.”
“You’ve met someone else. That’s all there is to it.”
“No,” I lie. My mind flashes to Alexa. Someone I can’t have. Someone I shouldn’t want but crave. If Rochelle found out I don’t know how she’d react. Ruthie would take her far away and Lion would put a bullet between my eyes. That’s not going to happen though I can’t and won’t let it. Everything inside me screams in protest as I take a step toward Ruthie. “You want me to fight?” I grab her by the back of the head and tighten my grip, forcing her head to tilt.
“You loved me once,” she whispers.
“Is there another man or not? You know what I did the last time you fucked around on me.” I slit that fucker’s throat and Ruthie helped me dispose of the body.
She licks her lips. “I just wanted to make you mad. Wanted you to come home and pretend that you give a damn about me.”
“Is that blood on your shirt?”
“What?”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing for you to concern yourself with.” I let her go. “I gotta get a shower then head to the clubhouse.”
“You’re leaving already?”
“I’ll be back, and we can talk then.”
“I don’t want to wait till later we need to talk about this now.”
“Well wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which fills faster.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“But I’m the asshole you married for better or worse. Guess neither of us knew that the worst part would last us till death do us part, huh, sweetheart.”
“I hate you. I hate you.” She cries, punching at me as she sinks to her knees.
Black streaks of mascara trickle down her face. “What did I ever do to you to deserve this? Why are you so heartless?”
“You moved another man into my house. Had him play daddy to my kid. You tell me how I shoulda felt about that?”