Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

You sound like a pussy. You want to get her pregnant, but you won’t admit to wanting her.

He made his way inside the clubhouse, and noticed that all of the brothers were there. The main bar wasn’t open either. He noticed that when he drove around back toward the main clubhouse.

“I’m here,” he said, drawing everyone’s attention. Pixie didn’t care, and a small path was made.

He saw Dane. The man who had just gotten up one day without a word and left.

Folding his arms, Pixie smirked. Dane had a black eye and blood spilling from his nose.

“Hello, stranger. Did you all know we’ve got a stranger in the house?”

Several of the brothers laughed. James didn’t look happy. He was pacing the length of the club. “Where were you?”

“Taking Suzy home, and then spending a little time with Chloe, why?” Pixie asked.

“Lucy doesn’t want him going home.”

“It’s my fucking house!” Dane growled the words out.

“Oh, it’s your house?” Caleb asked. “Last time I checked we’re the ones that have been dealing with the upkeep, and also taking care of your kids. You weren’t around at all.”

All of the brothers had gone to Lucy to help her. She hadn’t wanted the help, but they had gone anyway. She was touched that they still considered her part of the club.

“You going to tell us what the fuck the problem was?” he asked.

Dane gritted his teeth. “I just needed some space.”

“That it? That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Do you even know what the fuck I was dealing with?” Dane asked. “I’ve been married nearly twenty years. I have three kids, and apart from the club, I’ve done nothing. I woke up one day, and I watched everything that was going on around me, and you know what? I didn’t like it. I was a father, a husband, a club member, but I was no longer Dane, the man.”

“This is about your dick?” Leo asked. “You’ve got issues because you were only with one fucking lady?”

“I got married young, and had kids, and I just wanted it all to stop.”

They all stared at Dane, and even Pixie was angry at him. If he remembered rightly, Lucy hadn’t wanted to marry a fighter. The one thing they all had in common was the fact they’d once fought for Ned Walker, the king of fighters in Vegas. Dane was one of those fighters, and it was during his time that he’d found Lucy. They started the club not long after they started going steady.

James looked sickened. “I don’t even want to deal with you.”

“What would you have done?” Dane asked. “None of you know what it’s like to be me.”

“I’ll beg to differ,” James said. “You don’t see Drake here, do you? That’s because he’s married with a kid. I’m also with a woman now as well. None of us back away from our responsibility. You have, and you’re nothing like us. None of us would turn our backs.”

The thought of walking away from Suzy and his kid made Pixie sick to his stomach. He couldn’t do it, and looking at Dane, he couldn’t understand it either. Lucy was a good woman. She never put any pressure on Dane. He could pretty much come and go as he pleased.

“Come on, Pixie, you know what I mean.”

“I don’t. You picked Lucy. You married her, and had kids. You shouldn’t have left.”

“What happens now?” Dane asked.

James looked around at the club. “We have to talk about this, but I’m going to go and see Lucy. You’re not allowed to leave the club unless it’s to leave town.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Where did you go?” Pixie asked.

“Everywhere. I went to see everything.”