The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 5)
“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 say it to his face. He fucked up. Knows he did. If he wanted to fuck around on you, he wouldn’t sneak around. I’ve known him a long time. I tell you this as someone who has been fucked around on. You know my ex-wife was a lousy cunt. Link may have physically cheated, but I guarantee to you that wound he inflicted would bleed a helluva a lot deeper had there been emotions involved.”
“You think there’s a difference in cheating?”
“I do,” he tells me and Jules nods as though she agrees.