Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

“If he doesn’t?”

“Tell him if he ever loved me at all, even just a little, then to just sign the forms.” She held out the divorce papers. “I’m in love with Lewis, James. It was hard for me to move on, but we haven’t gone further in our relationship.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away.

“You haven’t had sex with him?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Wow, and you love him. That’s pretty deep.”

“I hope it doesn’t upset you.”

“Lucy, you’ll always be dear to the club. All you have to do is call, and we’ll come running to you.” He held his arms open, and she went into them.

“Thank you, James. For everything.”

“You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”

****

Grace and Drake came back early with Joseph, and they entered the club, and of course chaos ensued. All it took was one look at Dane, and Drake was shouting. Pixie didn’t get involved. Instead, he’d gone into town, collected Suzy from her apartment, and left her in James’s office. He was looking at a potential vacation away from Greater Falls, and all the crap happening in the club.

Dane was a problem.

Caleb and Kitty were having problems.

Ryan was a problem.

Richard was moody as fuck. He’d come into the club late last night to drink.

Pixie didn’t want to deal with any of this shit, so he held a catalogue promising fun, sunshine, and lots of hot sex.

“Where you heading?” Kitty asked.

“Away from all this crap.” He didn’t look up from the catalogue.

“I’m sure Suzy would love a trip away.”

“How do you even know it’s her?” He looked up at her.

“Quite easy. She’s the only one you’ve been interested in, and the women talk. You, my friend, haven’t been sleeping with anyone for a long time. The only person you’ve been seen with is Suzy.”

He rolled his eyes. “Women irritate me.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling.

“What’s going on with you and Caleb?”

He saw her gaze darken, turning toward Caleb.

“Nothing.”

“You know that man loves you more than anything, right?” Pixie asked. He never meddled. Fuck, he never got involved in anything like this, and yet, this was exactly what he was doing. It baffled him.

“He deserves someone better than me.”

“Better than you.”