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My brother rides with the Royal Bastards MC and you don’t fuck with them or their family.
Adams steps back, running a hand over his auburn hair. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
His fuck of the week snatches her clothes up off the floor, skirting past us as she makes a run for the door.
“Run while you can,” I warn her.
“Fucking bitch,” he mutters, grabbing a beer off the nightstand and taking a hearty swig.
“Who has Kimber?”
“Pam,” he grumbles, sitting on the wet mattress.
“I can’t keep doing this, Adam. I won’t put my girls through it. I’ve given you chance after chance. I want you gone.” I pull my cheap wedding band off and fling it in his direction. The ring bounces off his cheek and lands on the carpet.
“I’m sorry. I swear to you, Zoe. It won’t happen again.”
I snort, shooting him a yeah right look. “Like I’ve not heard that before. You said the same thing about your drinking and the painkillers you snort.”
“I didn’t ask to fuck up my shoulder.”
“Nothing’s ever your fault. Grow up.” I shake my head. “I’m going to pick up my daughter. I want you gone by the time I’m back.”
“Where am I supposed to go?”
“Ask one of your fuck buddies. Perhaps you can catch whatever her name was before she leaves.”
I turn my back on him and grab my purse back off the chair as I slip my shoes back on.
He’ll leave or my brother will make him disappear.
He’s the only man who has never let me down.
No matter what, Link and his wife always look out for me.
“Come on, babe. You know you need me.” He struts toward me now, wearing a pair of jeans. Thinks he’s the cock of the walk because he’s shirtless.
“No. There’s a difference. Our girls need a father. I don’t need you, but I wanted you.”
His face softens. “I love you, Zoe.” He slides my purse strap off my shoulder and drops my bag to the floor.
“You’re not hearing me. I wanted you. I don’t need you.”
I’ll never need another man.
“You know we’re good together.” He moves in close, thinking he can flash his dimpled smile at me and whisper some sweet lies. Give me some shitty excuse for his behavior that never changes. He may pretend for a few weeks or even a month at the most. The mask he loves to wear slips out of place, eventually. And all I’m left with are broken promises and another bill to pay.
“I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired.” My tears break free, and he closes his arms around me.
“I don’t want to lose you. You don’t really want me to go.”
I pull back. “I need you to really hear me right now. I wish more than anything you could be the man I thought you were, only you’re not. I have more than myself to think about. We can’t keep pretending that this is working or that either of us is happy. You don’t love me, Adam. I’m not sure if you ever did or if you even know how. I want to hate you, except I’m empty. There’s nothing left to pour from my cup where you’re concerned.”
“It’s your hormones. You know how you got when you were pregnant with Kimber.”
“I remember you making me think I was imagining things. That I was being crazy. I might have been nuts, but I know you were fucking around on me, and you’ll keep doing it if I don’t stand my ground. I’m done and I want you gone. Maybe and it’s a big maybe. When you can pull your shit together, we can work out something for you to get time with the girls.”
“I love Kimber and I want this baby. You can’t keep me from my kids, Zoe.”
