Page 82 of Rebellious

She opened her robe and revealed that nasty bruise on her thigh, then pointed to her bandaged hand. “I fell down two stairs, but they won’t know. You could’ve kicked me and forced your cock in me, then made me swallow your cum.”

She had his downfall planned.

Except… “My DNA nowhere on you, you fucking bitch.”

“Just go! Go, go, go! I don’t want you with me. I don’t want you here. I don’t want to look at you. I fucking hate you.”

Fuck it all, but a tear or two leaked from his eyes. He shouldered them away. “When you come home, if you want a divorce, we can file, but I’m not abandoning you until you’re stable.”

“Because you love me?”

At the moment he hated her, but she was his children’s mother, so he’d always be responsible for her. He was footing the entire two hundred fifty thousand bill. If she stayed beyond ninety days, he’d fork over another 250Gs. His children deserved a mother who didn’t need alcohol to get through the day.

“Do you love me, Lucas?”

“Do it fucking matter?”

“Not in the least. My love for you doesn’t matter, so why should I care if you drop to your knees and beg me to let you stay with me? When you look at me, you see a pathetic, inferior, weak-willed alcoholic.”

“Stop fucking projecting, Bailey. I don’t see that, but it sound like you do. When you look in the mirror, you can’t see the beautiful, sexy woman you are. It’s what I see.” What he saw. Currently, she was a bitter, mean cunt.

She smirked at him. “I suggest you fuck Kendall. When I get back, I’m fucking Johnnie.”

Back to that. Fuck her. “We going round and round in this motherfucker.”

“I don’t care,” she said petulantly.

“If I leave, how can I be sure you checking in? You need help.”

She made a face at him. “I’m checking in,” she snapped. “I just want to be alone.”

“Bailey, when I took my vows to you, I promised to love and protect you. If I leave you alone—”

“You’ll be doing what I want. You call me pathetic. Are you listening to your pathetic ass? You couldn’t get your fucking story straight to defend yourself if I called the cops on you.” She swept him with a look. “They’d take you quick. Look at me compared to you. You’re nothing but a big gangbanger. I’m a poor defenseless woman, shaking in her boots.”

Out of options, he walked out, wondering when, if ever, he’d see his wife again and leaving his heart with her.

“Is that all of them?” Joe contemplated the stack of documents K-P sat on his desk, right next to his many wills. “Did you hide any other documents any place else?”

K-P shook his head. Ever since he’d lost his eye during a “friendly” scuffle with Joey, he’d kept his head bald. Joe could never get rid of his hair.

It would take him hours to get through everything. K-P had collected a lot over the years, but Joe was happy to have those papers out of Roxanne’s house. He’d never been comfortable with them there, always worried Sharper, Logan, Rack, or Cee Cee getting wind of their location.

They’d never believe her ignorance of their existence. But the meeting wasn’t about everything K-P collected. It wasn’t about a videotape K-P recently added that Joe had no interest in watching.

He grabbed the small stack of wills. He’d written many over the years because his mind changed according to his happiness with the men involved or the drugs in his system.

Some wills didn’t have dates. Others didn’t have witnesses. In two, he hadn’t even signed his name.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” K-P’s resigned voice washed over Joe. “No one but Wilkins has the actual will. You can name whoever you want.”

“I’m the one who took out the fucking loans,” Joe growled, lucid for now but needing a hit. “I get to choose who I leave it to. The club belongs to all of us. The land and the buildings are mine.”

K-P blew out another heavy breath.

“You and me agreed we don’t want our girls to own it because that’ll put a target on their backs.”

“Another target on Meggie’s back,” K-P reminded Joe.