I eye the custody papers, and I lock my jaw.
“Lavender was leaning against the bar, her hand beside me. I never looked because I thought breaking eye contact wouldn’t be the best option. Clearly, that was the wrong fucking move. The bitch was spiking my drink,” I admit, not looking at the brothers. My eyes go to my wedding band. “She was pissed when Alesia called her away. A few women witnessed her screeching and chucking shit after word got out about Clark and me. That’s why I knew who spiked my drink. But according to the brothers, that wasn’t good enough for them.”
“We’ll hold an officer meeting with the older generation and bring this shit up. A club bunny's word should not be heard against an officer of the club,” Cage grunts, “And if I was in charge like I should have been she would have been gone in an instant but now I have no leverage without causing an uproar with the brothers.”
I nod before I sigh and look back at the custody papers before picking them up.
“I’ve torn up the divorce papers,” I admit as I hold the papers out to Crash, who frowns but walks over and takes them from me, and I state, “I thought you all would like to read the stipulations of the custody agreement my wife has made.”
“Fuck,” Crash rasps then reads, “no brother or woman that is a part of the club is to be alone with Willow and is to have minimal contact, and that changing of schools may be required,” he looks at me full of pain, “She’s never going to forgive us? Is she?”
I shake my head and confirm, “No,” not willing to lie to him, the years of silence from her proof, before I sigh, “As far as she’s concerned, you all sided with me when you knew she wanted to leave the club behind, to try and find herself and marry for love.”
“She did marry for love!” Crash snaps as he tears the custody papers up. He growls, “For as long as I can remember, I’ve seen the looks between you two, attraction, confusion because of saidattraction. For fucking years I’ve watched you both ignore it, not thinking anything of it, but I knew you belonged together!”
“We all did,” Knuckles adds, “I may have been closed off, but even I saw the chemistry between the two of you, and I watched Clark slowly fall in love with you, even if she doesn’t want to believe it.”
Cage continues, “You ended up in bed together for a reason. With the amount of shit in that drink, if there wasn’t something there, you could have found someone else.”
“Miles!” Clark gasps as she throws her head back, and I latch onto her nipple, biting it hard as I link my fingers with hers, placing our hands by her head, and her walls squeeze my rock-hard cock that doesn’t want to go down.
“Fuck, buttercup,” I slur and thrust inside her harder, tilting my hips at an angle, hitting her g-spot and the slapping of skin echoes with how hard I fuck her.
“She called me my legal name,” I admit, and Crash nods as Knuckles says, “And that is further proof of your feelings, brother, and I get it, you think you raped her, but brother, it wasn’t…”
I flinch and look down as I swallow hard before Cage asks quietly, “What do you want to do, brother?”
I eye my wedding band again, and I confess, “Fight for my marriage, or at least try before I have to lock her up.”
“Have you spoken to your therapist?” he asks, and I shake my head and admit, “Not since the other day.”
“What about asking Clark to come to a session?” Knuckles asks, and I look at him with furrowed brows. He says, “Confess the shit about Lavender, the lies, then beg her to go to therapy with you. Ask your therapist if you can discuss whatever happened to make you close off, that way you’re not telling her so to speak, but she’s hearing the truth.”
“It’s a good idea,” Crash says, “and I know my sister, it will work, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll win her over.”
“And if I don’t?” I ask, and Cage answers me, “Then we’ll help you kidnap her.”
I nod. It does sound like a good idea.
Cage commands, “Give her a week on her own.” I glare at him, but he puts his hand up and continues, “Make her think you’re looking at the papers. Make her think a divorce is also what you want, then blindside her at work. If you have to, drag her into a storage closet. We know how stubborn our club princess can be but make her believe you’re agreeing with her.”
“If you blindside her, she’ll be shocked enough to listen to you,” Knuckles says, and I nod and eye my wedding band.
“A week?” I confirm, and Crash finishes, “A week.”
Sure, what’s one week away from her when I’ve spent the past six years pushing her away and watching her from a distance without her even knowing?
Fuck, I don’t know if I can do a week anymore.
Chapter 9
Clark – A Week Later
“Are you comfortable, Mr. Dary?” I ask the grumpy sixty-two-year-old, and the scowl that he gives me is enough to scare even a brother away. But he doesn’t scare me and if I knew I could get away with it, I would stab him with a scalpel.
The man is a murderer. I know I shouldn’t judge because of who the brothers are and what they do—you know, killing traitors and all that. But this man raped and killed a fifteen-year-old boy he’d been talking to online. He tried to groom him, like a sick fuck. Honestly, trying my hardest to be polite is difficult enough. The only reason I’m in here, taking his blood pressure and ensuring his catheter is emptied so we can run tests, is that he scared the other nursing assistants.
“Do you even care?” he snaps with heat as he tries to move his right hand that is handcuffed to the bed like he wants to try andgrab hold of me, but I don’t flinch and continue to empty his catheter, causing the prison guard to raise a brow at me.
