Page 20 of Smokey


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I get my phone out, a picture of my girl and Little Red smiling at the camera stares back at me. It’s a picture Phil sent me from last week at her mini birthday birthday. I swallow hard before getting the fucker’s number up, putting the phone on speaker.

He answers after the third ring.

"Let me guess, she's told you, or more like Florence told you, hoping you'd cry in her bed."

I growl, "Fucking dating, Phil. She's fucking dating, and you didn't warn me; you didn't fucking stop her!"

He sighs. "You have to remember I owe her my loyalty even though I'm trying to convince her to give you another chance. The girl is stubborn. She's not just the mother of my child and best friend, she's also the woman who stood by me after I made her feel vulnerable and alone."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "What the fuck am I supposed to do then, Phil. I feel like I'm fucking dying," I growl. "I feel like I need to fucking kill someone. She's allowing him to touch her, but she's fucking mine! She should have been living with me by now, wearing my fucking cut and my fucking ring, her stomach swollen with a sibling for Little Red!"

The thoughts of setting this prick's body alight shine through my eyes, Breaker grinning, knowing where my thoughts have gone.

Phil sighs. "Fuck, she's going to kill me for this. They haven't kissed." I go still. "They haven’t even held hands. She feels nothing for him, no connection, nothing, and has only seen him maybe twice. Both times she’s felt disgusted afterward, despite not touching him. She's still yours, Smokey." I slowly close my eyes. "You need to fucking up your game. She thinks dating will convince her to move on from you. She fucking loves you; you're her first and only love, but for some reason, her stubborn pride has overshadowed everything, despite still wearing your black shirt to bed every night. I thought she would have given in to you by now. I'll ensure she doesn't take the next step with him as much as I can, but you need to be more in her face."

I snort. "I didn't even give her a chance to explain. I called her a whore and threatened to have her dragged out by her hair, even with April in her arms. I knew winning her back would be hard."

He hums and says, "Maybe letting slip that you haven't been with anyone else might help."

I nod, and so does Breaker before he taps his watch.

"Alright, I've got church to get to. Whereabouts is this date tonight, Phil?"

He clears his throat. "Smokey…."

I butt in, "No. I've been forcing my way into her life, ensuring April always talks about me, and so have you. She hasn't come to me, Phil. It's time I went to her. I'm putting this bullshit to an end because, by the time April turns five, I will be married to her momma."

Phil chuckles. "All right, I expect to be officiant, though." I chuckle as Breaker grins before Phil continues. "He's taking her to Bella's, the Italian restaurant where Snake cooks all the time. He really should just open his own restaurant."

I chuckle because, yeah, he should. I thank Phil before hanging up, and Breaker raises a brow.

"You good?"

I shake my head because, no, I'm fucking not.

"Let's get to church, brother. I have a girl to win back. Her fucking time is up."

He nods at my words, and we both walk out of my room. I lock the door before I head to church, him checking on his son quickly, who's with his momma, who is most likely with Doc's dad, Crow, now that they're dating, much to his sister, Lola’s, dismay. Breaker shares Noah with Jingles, a club whore who wants a patched brother. Noah can't stand his momma, but just like Tats' dad, Breaker won't take his mother away from him.

I give Leo, our prospect, my phone before entering the room. The walls are filled with memorabilia, and the oval table is engraved with a Harley in the middle and a devil on the tank. I stomp over and sit next to Snake, who raises a brow as I slump down, making me growl, "What?" at him.

He shrugs. "I don't know. You seem pissy, is all."

Fuck's sake.

I groan, running a hand through my hair as Sniper walks in, sitting four seats down from me, acting as our club secretary. That fucker is the one who first brought my name up for the VP role.

I sigh. "She started seeing someone, alright. I know they haven't fucked; my intel assures me she didn't take that step, but it's hard. I know I hurt her," and I fucking did, "and I know it's because of how April was a witness to the shit I said. I mean, we were together for five months and I still I allowed the bitch to niggle in my ear. If April wasn't around for my outburst, she'd have forgiven me within a few months, but two years later and nothing."

I shake my head, feeling fucking defeated, missing my girl, my dick missing her tight wet pussy.

Two years without sex, and I feel like my balls have shriveled up.

"Brother, she allowed you to still have access to April when she started crying for you. That has to mean something, right?"

Sniper nods in agreement, but I shake my head and say, "Nah, it just shows how sweet she is, and it's always Phil bringing her. Apparently, she has a date tonight."

Tats sit down next to Snake as I finish.

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