“No,” I answer softly this time before I sigh, “I’m going to go take a shower, then I’ll help Willow bathe,” and he nods before he shocks me and mentions, “I’m staying here tonight.”
I blink, then blink again, not knowing what to say.
Today has been full of surprises, and honestly, each one is more surprising than the last.
Six years and not once has Trick stayed here.
With my voice not working, I nod once before I kiss Willow's head again making her grin at me. I turn and walk towards the curved staircase, feeling my husband’s eyes on my back. Lavender's words echo, and a question floats around, one I don’t know how to answer.
If he’s having a baby with her, why is he staying the night?
Why is he even here?
Or is this his way of trying to ease me into letting me know we need to divorce so he can start his life with her?
Chapter 6
Trick
I quickly duck, Knuckles just narrowly missing his fist to my cheek, before I stand, then spin around, elbowing him in the chest, making him grunt, but the fucker doesn’t let it stop him.
He runs at me, his fists ready, and I begin moving side to side, only just missing his swings.
For as long as I could remember, Knuckles has always been quiet, but bare-knuckle fighting was our way to keep him grounded, to keep him with us, and this morning, after a run-in with his mom after church, I knew he needed this. Two hours later, we’re in Carnage Gym, covered in sweat.
I’ve got a cut lip while his brow is bleeding, and honestly, this is helping me as well because my mind is fucked, but it has been for six years, I guess.
A memory of Clark arching her back and gasping as I suck her nipple into my mouth while I shove two fingers inside her tight, warm pussy flutters through me, and my anger hits as I throw my fist towards Knuckles, hitting his jaw. He stumbles back in shock before he groans, “Fucking hell, what just set you off?”
Shit.
I breathe heavy as I take a step back and put my sore hands on my hips.
“My wife writhing beneath me while I pleasured her six years ago,” I grunt before I turn around and grab my water bottle before squirting shit loads into my mouth, then swallowing the water along with the blood that I can taste.
“Yeah, that’ll do it,” he mutters before he takes a seat at the edge of the ring, and I follow suit.
“Feeling better?” I ask, and he hums as he looks ahead.
“My anger has gone, and I don’t want to throttle my mom right now, so I guess it’s better, right?” he says, and I sigh but nod.
Knuckles was a result of a club bunny trapping a brother, then expecting the property patch when the DNA came back positive.
Splinter refused to make the woman his but did step up as a father. He’s been there for his son, and to be fair, so has Barbie.
She fed him, took him to school, and helped with his homework, so it’s more than what club bunnies would do, I guess. Sometimes she gets under my brother’s skin…
“She feels entitled,” he grunts, and I nod, not surprised because, well, she did try to trap his dad. Shaking his head, he asks, “How’s Clark doing? I haven’t seen her in a while or Willow.”
I groan, “Can we just talk about how much of a bitch your mom is, wanting what you earn?”
He chuckles, “Nope because then I’ll go underground again for a while, spill it, brother, what’s going on?”
I shake my head as I look at my wedding ring, the tattoo underneath just peeking through.
“I’ve finally claimed her at work,” I admit quietly, “I don’t know who was more shocked, my colleagues or my wife.”
Knuckles snorts, “You have spent the past six years making her believe you were fucking around, brother, of course, she was going to be shocked.”
