She’s standing like a statue and not moving toward her car. Fuck this. I’ll happily help her get there.
“Do your legs only work when they’re spread for your random cock of the hour or what? I’d be happy to help you get off my property.” I start moving toward her, and the little bitch that she is, she scurries away, out of the house and into her car. She starts it and takes off like a rocket.
Knowing I can’t do anything else till I know, I pull out my phone and dial the one person who could crush me.
“Bestie, what’s shaking, girly?”
“Did you know?”
“Jane, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Vicky was just here. Did you know? Tell me right this fucking second if you knew the whole time?”
“Knew what, Jane? What are you talking about?”
“Nicky, did you know she fucked Jesse while were married, and I’d bet a million that she’s slept with anyone I showed interest in after that too.”
“No. Did I guess about Jesse? I thought it might have happened, but no I didn’t know for sure. Jane, I would’ve told you if I knew that for sure.”
“I gotta go.”
“Wait, Jane! Are we okay? I had no proof and I—”
“Just give me some time. She’s out of my life, but it hurts that you didn’t think I needed to know what you thought might’ve happened. I’ll talk to you later.”
Hanging up the phone, I don’t know what to think or feel. Part of me wants to rage and part of me is hurt and wants to curl up and cry. Turning to go into the house and deal with everything, I’m stopped as I walk into a chest. Suddenly, strong arms surround me.
Jon kisses my head and whispers, “Babygirl.”
Jon
Seeing the hurt and anguish on her face after that cunt spilled that shit she did, knowing the only thing I could do was hold her, made me feel so helpless. So I grabbed her into a hug. I felt the second she let things soak in and the tears came and her body started shaking with sobs. Looking at Ror and J, they both look as angry and helpless as I feel. I stand there holding her for a few more minutes before I hand her over to get comfort from Ror and J.
After about five minutes, she steps back and wipes the tears off her face. “That’s enough tears for that bitch. I’m gonna go wash my face and check my pantry. Let’s plan to leave for the store in about ten minutes.”
“Babygirl, we can just order pizzas or something.”
She looks up at me with a glare.
“Fuck no we aren’t. She’s not worth changing plans for. Your club and family deserve better food than that. Plus, I already arranged everything with Ma and I’m not going back on what I agreed on.”
She leaves us to go into the house to get ready. J follows her in. Before Rory and I can head around the back of the house to see how Ben and Tim are doing with the cameras, both our phones ping with an incoming text message.
It’s from Nicky, asking if we think she’d be up to seeing him today.
Looking over at my brother, he says the question I know we’re both thinking. “Do you think she’ll lose her shit if we tell him to come to the barbecue?”
“I dunno. She didn’t say she didn’t want to see him, only that she needed some time.” Thinking about what she might want and need, I think I come up with an idea that hopefully works. Ror agrees and I text Nicky the plan. He thinks it’s a good one but makes us promise that if we think she needs him tonight to call and he’ll be there in minutes.
“Let’s get this camera and shit done so we can spend the rest of the day riding and with family. She needs to see just how many people she’s got around her now that care about her.”
Juan
If you’d have told me two months ago that I’d enjoy going to the grocery store, I would’ve called you crazy. However, going with our woman is entertaining as hell, and fuck if I’m gonna complain about getting to stare at her ass the whole time.
My woman has her quirks. She keeps her kitchen and house clean except for her throw blankets that are everywhere. One of these days Jon is going to lose his shit about those and I’ll laugh my ass off.
She’s organized with her list and what she wants to do, but she just throws things in the cart, no real organization that I can tell. She has definite opinions on brands of things as well. I can tell if I ever have to try to go to the store without her, it’s going to require specific brands on the list so I don’t just grab anything because, “Not all brands are created equal, and don’t ever bring store brand Mayo or Ketchup into my house, those are just a no.”
