UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (44 page)

Hilary’s been secretive lately. I never really noticed how much time she spent with Trent because he just moved back almost a year ago. I’ve seen them having lunch and coffee together. It looks innocent enough, and I know she hates when I get jealous, but for the last three months, every Wednesday, like clockwork, I follow her to his house. He lives only two blocks away from us. I’ve noticed, on warmer nights, she walks, but nights like tonight, when it’s fuckin’ cold, she drives.

Every time I look in the window, of course that makes me feel fuckin’ pervy, they are just laughing, watching TV, and eating popcorn or sometimes pizza.  I don’t get it. She could be doing that shit at home with me or with Lilly.

One night last week she slept over. I couldn’t see into the house with the lights off, and I couldn’t break in because of his damn alarm system, but I waited around. I watched her leave in the morning, rushing out with a coffee, but not before Trent kissed her fuckin’ temple and they hugged. It took all my strength not to end them both right then and there. She didn’t even bother to tell me she wasn’t coming home. Guess she doesn’t care.

That proved it. My bitch of a wife is cheating on me. Well, fuck that. Tonight I’ll catch her, really fuckin’ catch her. Let me see her try and talk her way out of it this time. With Bryce, I believed him when he said nothin’ was going on.

Hilary lost our child, and I wasn’t around but Bryce was. All he did was talk to her; he was there when she lost the baby, so he was who she went to just to talk about it. I understood that shit. I didn’t like it, but I got it. I didn’t make it very easy for her to turn to me; that was my mistake, but this is hers. She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’ll forgive this bullshit.

“Hey, man, where you rushing off to? Card night. Vic wants everyone here,” Vinny calls out after me as I storm out the clubhouse doors.

“Got shit to take care of. I’ll be back soon,” I throw over my shoulder as I start my bike.
Only if I don’t go to jail for murder tonight
, I think as I’m riding over to Trent’s place. Parking my bike, it seems I’ve beat her here. Hilary’s car isn’t here, and it’s too damn cold for her to walk. Time to get this show on the road.

I knock on Trent’s door, shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t just haul off and punch the fucker. I’d like to choke the fuckin’ piece of shit right now.

“You’re early,” I hear him say as he opens the door.

“Surprise, motherfucker. Plans have changed.”

He looks at me, shocked. “What are you doing here?”

“What the fuck are you doin’ with my wife? You fuckin’ her?” I growl at him.

He rolls his eyes at me. “Really none of your business,” he says with a smirk.

With that, I punch the fucker and shove him into the house, slamming the door shut. “You fuckin’ sit right there. I’m waiting for my wife, and I’m gonna find out what the fuck is going on,” I say to him.

I watch him grab his cell and put it to his ear. “Yeah, hey, you coming tonight?” he says, his voice shaking a bit. “Okay, good. See you soon. Love you. Bye.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Who’d you just call?”

“Hilary,” he says, not looking at me.

I clench my jaw. How the fuck could she do this to me, to us? I’ve never once touched another woman since we’ve been together, and here she is, sharing I love yous with fuckin’ Trent.  I grab his throat and squeeze it tight, not caring whether he lives or dies. “Love her,” I grit through clenched teeth, spitting in his face. “What in the fuck would you know about loving my wife, motherfucker?” His feet are kicking out, his face red as a beet.

I hear her car pull into the driveway, and I let him go and make my way to the front door while he’s gasping for air.

I pull up to Trent’s house, hoping everything is okay. When he called me, he sounded bad. If Mason finds out I’m here, all hell will break loose. He’s already accused me of cheating on him once with Trent, forbidding me to even look at the guy.

I hate keeping this secret about Trent being my brother- well, my half-brother, from everyone. It sucks. It’s hard, but to protect the image of my family, I have to do this.

Just another damn secret to keep from Mason, since the big one I have is about Eden. Only Lilly and I know where she is, what’s she’s doing, and of course, that she is going to pop out a set of twins.

Each day that passes, the guys get pissier. Lilly and I are finding it harder and harder to even breathe Eden’s name. It’s been six months already; the more time that passes, the harder it gets.

Getting out, I wrap my jacket tight around me and walk up to the front door. It swings open before I even get to the first step. “Hey, Trent, I came as fast as I could,” I say, not looking up as I carefully walk up the slippery, ice covered steps.

“I knew you were fuckin’ cheating on me.” I snap my head up to see Mason standing there with anger seeping off him.

“Mason, it’s not like that,” I tell him. I wish so badly that I could just tell him everything right now, get it all out in the open and off my chest. But I can’t. They aren’t my secrets to tell.

“No? This is the third time you’ve been here this month, always sneaking here after dark. If it’s not what it seems, then tell me, what the fuck is it?”  His chest is puffed out, and his shoulders are throwing off anger in waves. Mason seems to have a hard time controlling his anger these days. He scares me.

I shake my head. “I can’t tell you,” I whisper. I’m afraid of what he’ll do either way. We can’t continue on this path.

“Fuck you, cunt! We’re over. I’ll send you some divorce papers. Don’t need your goddamn cheating ass in my life.” He moves from the front door, shoving me down the steps. I cry out as I hit the cement, my wrist throbbing where I put it out to catch myself. For a minute, he stands over me, my blood running cold. Thankfully, he just walks away.

Tears are streaming down my face as I hear him roar off on his bike. “Hil?” I hear.

“It’s okay, Trent,” I say, crying. I’m plagued with shock and embarrassment that my brother’s just seen what a sham my marriage has become.

He comes to me and helps me up, bringing me inside. “It’s not okay. You should have told him,” he says hoarsely.

“I can’t. I can’t shame my family that way,” I say as I’m shaking my head and take a seat by him on the sofa.

“It wouldn’t be shaming the family if you told your husband,” he tells me. “He also shouldn’t have fucking touched you like that.”

“It’s not the first time,” I whisper as I hold my wrist and wince. I look up at him and see blood dried at his lip and marks around his throat. “What happened?”

“Mason,” He says softly, resting his head on my shoulder in an endearing manner.

“I’m so sorry, Trent,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry about it, but I mean it- you need to tell him, Hil. He’ll understand. I highly doubt he’ll gossip about it. However, if he puts his fucking hands on you ever again, I don’t care who he is or what he could do to me. I’ll kill him.”

I know he wouldn’t gossip, but I made a promise to my dad. He’s worried that when Mason finds out, he’ll lose the relationship he has with him. Mason and my dad have always been somewhat close. I’ve never understood it, but Mason’s own father died years ago. My father’s been like a second father to him.

Taking in a deep breath, I let it out. “I’m gonna go find him, talk to him a little. Hopefully, he’ll let me talk. You really think he’ll be cool about it all?” I could tell Mason as long as he doesn’t tell anyone he knows. I won’t let my father hold Eden over my head. Despite everything, I love my husband, and I’m afraid if I don’t fix this now, I’ll have lost him for good.

Trent gives me a hug. “I’m sure he’ll be understanding, sis.”

Saying goodbye, I get back in my car and head toward the clubhouse. I know that’s where he is; it’s card night. At least that’s what they call it.

I don’t bother to look back after I tell her it’s over. I thought I’d get to Trent’s house before her, give her a surprise. I always thought her and Bryce had a thing behind my back, but he put me in my place and proved it all wrong. I was glad for that. But this shit with Trent... they both say it’s not what it seems, but no one wants to fess up. Fuck that.

I’m done with this shit. She wants to fuck around on me? She can have at it now. Fuck her! I drive straight to the clubhouse and see that the party is in full swing. Jasper’s over by the pool tables on a sofa with a few whores, not really paying attention to any of them as they rub all up against him. Zippo is at Lilly’s, since he usually avoids the parties. That motherfucker is pussy whipped. Lilly leads him around by his pecker. I’m surprised Vic lets him off so easily. I think he only keeps him around because he’s important to Jasper and me.

Vic gives me a chin lift when he sees I’m here as requested. He’s engrossed in a game of poker with a whore on each knee. I go to the bar and tell Bruce to get me a bottle of Jack. Taking it from him, I give him a nod, and grab a blonde that is half naked on the dance floor, dragging her off with me to my room. I don’t care who she is as long as she makes me forget. We get in my room, and I sling the old covers off the bed and drag her onto the mattress with me.

“Um, I thought you had an Old Lady?” she says, looking at me, confused.

“Don’t speak. Get naked and wrap those lips around my cock,” I tell her. She doesn’t waste another moment. She has my dick out and her lips wrapped around the head, getting me hard. I chug on my bottle of Jack as my length stretches down her throat. She doesn’t even break pace when the tip hits the back of her throat. Bitch is a pro. Whore knows exactly what to do to get me off. The blonde’s head is bobbin’ up and down as she sucks and milks my cock, teasing my balls with her skillful fingers.

I’m about to shoot my load down her throat when she stops sucking and asks me to fuck her.  I bend her tight ass over the bed, quickly roll on the condom she had thrown on my bed when she came in, and slam into her from behind as I press her head down in the mattress.  I keep seeing visions of Hilary and Trent- him kissing her head, her sneaking to his place. As I pump faster and harder into this bitch, I’m still trying to forget. I slap her ass and pull her hair, just as I would to Hilary. I punish this whore, hitting her cheeks over and over again, ignoring her cries for me to stop hitting her.

Just as I’m about to come in this bitch, my door bursts open, and I’m staring into Hilary’s tear filled eyes.

“Wow, so you think I’m cheating, and yet here you are,” Hilary says. “Funny, every time you accused me, it was probably just you. You’ll have your divorce papers next week,” she says while walking out, slamming the door behind her.

I look down and see the carnage of what I have done. ”Fuck, I’m sorry.” I don’t know what to say as she rolls away from me crying.

Victor is standing in my doorway. “Knew I saw something special in you, boy.”