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Twenty minutes later, we're rolling our bikes down the road to the front of the apartment I was forced to buy, not wanting Kallie at the home I built on club property, my mother swearing my death if I moved her in. So the apartment was a compromise, so to speak—though, after today, this place will be going on the market.
With a smile on my face and the guys chuckling behind me, we head up to the fourth floor, before slowly and quietly entering the apartment, and walking into the living area where the woman who swore she just really loved me and not the money I bring to the table is fucking Travis. Travis, the fuck, was once the school's favorite quarterback but is now working nights at the supermarket after he got caught skimming high school football game points for drug money. His paunchy stomach hangs between them as he fucks her from behind, grunting. His fat ass is on display.
Tech gets his phone out to record their fucking despite surveillance around the place, probably not wanting to chance anything.
Kallie moans. "Yes, right there, Trav, don't stop, baby."
I hold in my snort at her fake noises. I can see her roll her eyes from here, and she's not even facing us. Leaning against the wall, I get comfortable, the brothers following my actions as we watch the dramatic show.
"Fuck Kallie, do you like my big, meaty, fat cock in your cunt. Does that feel good, having your insides ripped open?"
I cringe as my brothers try to hold in their gagging sounds.
"Yes, Trav, that feels so good; I love your fat, meaty cock. Come in me, baby. Get me pregnant so we can have a cushy life. Yes, yes, yes."
I raise a brow at Snake, who shakes his bald head at their stupidity. Done with the bad porn being performed in front of me, I sigh out loud.
"Well, I wonder how the bitch was going to get away with dumping a child that's not even mine on me when I haven't fucked her in three years, or did she forget about DNA tests?"
I say it loud enough for the idiots to hear me. The brothers chuckle as Kallie gasps and Travis jumps back, grabbing the pink cushion from the couch to hide his very small dick.
I laugh, his words during their act coming back to me. Meaty and fat, my ass. More like tiny and pencil thin.
Kallie's crocodile tears fall as she tries to cover herself with the pink throw.
"J-Jonny baby, I…."
I cut her off. "It's Smokey, and you know it."
She shakes her head. "B-but I-I'm your wife; you l-love me."
The brothers chuckle as Travis shakes in fear, and I shrug.
"As of five minutes ago, you're my soon-to-be ex-wife. Your parent's lawyer has already been provided with video proof of your little act here, along with a recording of everything you were saying. And we both know, Kallie, that I never loved you; it's why you decided to try and trap me to begin with. There's a reason why I haven't fucked you since that ultrasound appointment. So, soon-to-be ex-wife, pack your shit and get out. You just got nothing in the divorce."
Her eyes widen as she starts to shake her head.
Snake, our soon-to-be Prez, steps forward.
"You can either pack your clothes and only your clothes since they are what you moved in with, or we pack them for you." He leans forward. "And I'll tell ya now, darling, we won't be using suitcases or bags, they'll be flung out the window. You have ten minutes. Tech will be watching."
Tech nods to the room before she stutters, "I-I need to g-get dressed."
I just chuckle. "Kal, every man here saw your loose cunt when the pencil dick there was trying to knock you up. Get moving, now!"
Her tears fall as she rushes into the master room, Tech hot on her heels, ensuring she only takes the clothes that she brought here. Everything else I paid for. I paid for her make-up, jewelry, furniture—everything, which I'll probably donate.
This bitch is getting fuck all.
I look toward a shaken Travis and raise a brow. "Let me guess…you've been fucking since high school?"
He swallows hard. "We were together before you two were. She wanted more money, and knew I fucked up my chances of college ball and the pros. No one will hire me for a decent job, so I decided to go along with her plan."
I nod. "Does she even know you can't have kids?"
He swallows again and shakes his head, making me chuckle. The fucker popped his balls during a football game, too high on drugs to even run a straight line. Still, it looks like he just wanted to keep fucking Kallie. Sighing, I state, "Leave, Travis, before you find out what I can do with a cigarette."
His eyes widen. He obviously knows the rumors about the fucker who tried to assault Lola, Doc's sister, and her best friend Kennedy two years ago, and how he ended up burned alive after someone spent hours torturing him with a cigarette.
