Page 22 of Stone
Apparently, they haven’t had enough girl time, or that is what Donna said when she called me, taking my number from my girl’s phone and demanded I stay away today. To make things worse, I’m going to be gone for three days on a club run.
We’re meeting up with the Huntsmen this time, before meeting up with the Cartel delivering the gear from our club and the Huntsmen’s. It a longer time away from my wife, who again, has no idea is my wife.
Fuck only the officer brothers know, my mama doesn’t even know, and yeah, she’s going to kill me, that is if my wife doesn’t first when she finds out.
I sigh as I run a hand through my hair with frustration.
I’m fucking fed up with lying to her, with keeping a part of me from her, but for five months, my dad has pleaded with me not to divorce Elsie. After seeing my disconnect to not even pretend in front of the club anymore, not realizing we’re already divorced, and honestly, he looked fucking desperate but I just fucking can’t anymore.
I eye my wedding ring again.
Elsie hasn’t noticed it’s different, but I didn’t really expect her to. She wanted a big ass fucking rock and diamonds around the band when we got married, but instead I bought her a $50 thin gold band that she only wears because she wants everyone to know that I married her.
She doesn’t give a shit about my ring as long as I wear it in public.
“Stone!” I hear snapped from behind gaining my attention, bringing me out of my head, and I turn before I silently groan, seeing Elsie and my sister walk into the diner. Their faces like thunder, and both dressed the same in miniskirts, tight strappy tops that are see through and of course my sister has no fucking bra on, and high heels.
I gag in disgust and grab my phone before taking a picture, and I state, “Selena, get your ass home and dressed, or this photo is going to Dad, and you can kiss goodbye to your credit card that I know you have been allowing Elsie to use after I cut her off, like an idiot.”
Selena’s eyes widen, clearly shocked I knew what she had been doing and I raise a brow.
I may have been busy these past five months, but I’m not fucking stupid. I just couldn’t be bothered with the hassle. Dad was stupid enough to get a card in her name, not me.
Selena looks at Elsie before looking at me, and knowing I mean every fucking word, she turns on her high heels and quickly runs out of the diner. I point my finger at the bitch who's now scowling, and I snap, “Stay the fuck away from my sister.”
“She’s my sister-in-law,” she says with a sly smile, and I sneer, “Nah, she’s your meal ticket now that you can’t use my card.”
Elsie smirks, and my anger boils at her blatant nonchalant attitude, not caring that she’s using Selena or giving a shit about the pain my sister is going to be in when she realizes the bitchwas never her friend, pissing me off, and the urge to shoot her hits.
With a tick in my jaw and knowing I don’t have a choice, that Elsie will keep using Selena, I quickly send the photo to my dad, and I quickly type.
Me:
Elsie’s been using the card you gave Selena and this is how she convincedyourdaughter to dress, in public no less. She’s now using your daughter to keep her lifestyle. Still want me married to her?
I press send and, ignoring my ex-wife, I turn around to wait for Caleb’s chicken and rice that he demanded, not wanting his dad to cook it. Let’s face it, if Dirty tries to cook it, he’ll get food poisoning and I’ll end up burning the kitchen down which wouldn’t be the first time – long fucking story…
Caleb wasn’t planned, just like Cole, Trigger's son, but where Ashley loves her son more than anything in this world and always chooses him, Caleb’s mama is a patch chaser. She works at Rebel’s Honeys and had poked holes in his condom. She flits in and out of the boy's life, but he doesn’t like her.
The kids got a great judge of character, I mean, he loves Rose and has talked nonstop about her, including demanding that I divorce Elsie and date her. The brothers thought that was hilarious, and even my dad grinned.
It was the only time he actually grinned at the word divorce.
“Stone,” Elsie snaps, pissed I’m ignoring her.
I growl as she suddenly latches onto my arm, knowing I can’t push her away with a full fucking diner, not without causing rumors and I know I can’t snap her head with too many witnesses.
I look at the back of Kelly’s light purple head and plead silently for her to bring Caleb’s fucking food, I mean it can’t take that long to cook chicken and fucking rice.
“It’s our wedding anniversary, Stone, twelve years, and you haven’t answered my calls, you’ve been MIA from the club for months and whenever I’ve tried to walk in, I’m kicked out despite being your wife,” she sighs as she leans her head on my arm and my jaw ticks as she murmurs, “All I’m asking for is a date with my husband.”
Her words grate on me, and Dad's pleas are now falling on deaf ears.
She’s not my wife, Rose is, the marriage certificate proves that, and I am done playing fucking nice with this patch chaser that I only married because it was the right thing to do at the time.
I place my hand on her hip as I look down at her and smile softly, a smile I usually give Rose, causing Elsie to smile widely.
I hear the bell for the diner door ring following a gasp but I ignore it as I state, “You are a patch chaser, you don’t love me, you love my cut but guess what,” I lean down as Elsie stiffens in my hold and I grip her hip tightly, ensuring it hurts and I sneer, “Your time is coming to an end. I don’t want you, I never have, and if you hadn’t bullshitted about being pregnant, I never would have married you at eight-fucking-teen,” I place my lips near her ear, “You have two weeks to vacate the apartment because the club owns it and will be renting it out. You are no longer leeching off of me, and if you try to use my sister again for money, I’ll kill you.”
