Page 26 of Stone
Stone – Four Days Later
I chew my bottom lip as I tap the bar, looking at my phone, a little bit of worry coursing through me. I haven’t heard from my wife in four days, since her friend's date with Donna, and the five messages I’ve sent since I got back half an hour ago failed.
Is she mad at me for being gone longer than I said, and couldn’t call her?
I sigh as I run my hand through my hair, ignoring everyone around me. The feds showed up at our usual meeting point and we came to the conclusion after, Axel, who already had experience with this kind of shit, had mentioned that there’s a mole somewhere in between the clubs when I called him, Steal, Snake and Doc after we were stopped.
Which club we don’t fucking know but it meant hunkering down at a motel while we figured out where was secure to meet,using prepaid fucking phones, not trusting our devices. Now all clubs are doing a fucking scan of all members and hang-arounds to see who tipped the feds off.
Not one member is trusted at the moment, and we were lucky our van didn’t get searched and that we didn’t lose our shipment for the Cartel. Though Dirty did get a warning from the cop that pulled us when he somehow fucking managed a distraction so our van could drive off.
I check my phone again, the club's laughter filling the common room as the brothers celebrate another run completed, even though the feds were called. Of course, Trigger has disappeared with his mistress as soon as we got back into town, not even going to see his wife, who is sitting at home with their son.
The idiot is going to lose his family, and it’ll be his own fucking fault.
My tension builds when I see no missed calls or messages. Four days of no communication with my wife have not done me any good, and the brothers can see it.
“Hey Stone, you got a minute?” a whiny voice says to my right, and my tension tightens as I look at a dressed-up Elsie, her dress giving the clubwhores a run for their money.
It’s strapless with what looks like a belt across her tits then small strings cross over her stomach holding a tiny bit of fabric that just covers her ass.
It wouldn’t surprise me if she were the mole, but she had no idea we were even going. I made sure she didn’t.
“You’re not allowed on club property after my dad found proof you used my sister for my card, Elsie. Now fuck off before I drag you out by your hair,” I sneer before looking back at my phone, and my jaw ticks.
Still fucking nothing.
“I have a doctor's appointment,” she whispers, ignoring my words, “It’s to confirm I still can’t have kids.”
Surely she can’t think I’m stupid and didn’t look into her accusations from all those years ago about not having kids? Especially not after I married her without legit proof she was pregnant?
Stupid bitch.
I snort and look at her with a brow raise and state, “You mean to make sure your tubes are still tied?”
Elsie freezes, her eyes wide, and I curl my lip at her just as I hear, “Hey Stone, have you seen Tyler?” and I turn my head to see a frantic Ashley rushing over to me while trying to carry her crying ten-year-old, which is no easy feat considering he’s nearly as tall as her.
Elsie chuckles darkly, and I give her a warning look not to open her fucking mouth before I push away from the bar and meet Ashley halfway in the common room. Concern hits, seeing the panic in her eyes, the fear.
“What’s happened?” I ask and she frets, “Cole’s temperature shot through the roof. I tried to call Tyler five times, but he didn’t answer, so I thought maybe he’s still on the run and I tried Doc, but he cancelled the call, so I thought maybe he was working.”
Shit, Doc’s in his office, most likely trying to dodge her calls, knowing what her husband is doing. Fuck, I get Trigger said she’s different, that she’s cheating, but she doesn’t seem like the type.
“I’m here Ash, let me look at him,” Tank says as he appears beside us and takes Cole who cries, “I want Daddy,” and Tank murmurs, “Come here, buddy, I’ve got you, Uncle Stone will get Daddy,” then looks at Ash and nods to the medic room and orders softly, “Come with me,” then gives me a pointed brow and I nod before pushing past Elsie in a rush making her stumble and she gasps but I ignore her and run to the clubwhore rooms as soon as Ashley goes into the medical room next to church.
I run down the hallway, then without knocking, I barge into Virginia’s and Hazel's room, a blinding pink entering my vision.
Trigger jumps back, quickly putting his dick away while a naked Virginia, who is on her knees, her legs parted and has her fingers deep in her pussy turns and grins, probably expecting it to be Trigger’s wife, but scowls seeing me.
“What the fuck, Stone?!” Trigger snaps, and I curl my lip at him in distaste, and for the first time, I admit, “I am fucking disappointed in you!”
Trigger’s eyes widen as Virginia gasps in shock, and I shake my head and nod to his phone and sneer, “Your wife tried calling you five fucking times, then Doc, only to have her call cancelled. It doesn’t matter what the fuck goes on between you both, if she’s calling you more times than fucking normal, you know you need to answer because it’s probably an emergency. Yet you allow your whore to continue to suck you off as a fuck you all because she stopped sleeping with you!”
I shake my head at him while he frowns at me with confusion until I state, “Your son is crying for his daddy in the medical room with a high fever!” I curl my lip, “You chose that skank over your own fucking child and if you’d gone home straight away you would have known he wasn’t well.”
His body tenses before within a split second, he finally shows his protectiveness for his family and shoves Virginia away when she goes to touch his thigh and he rushes out of the room, pushing past me but freezes when I call, “You may want to spray some aftershave brother. We both know Virginia sprayed shitloads of perfume in her room so your wife finally sees what you’ve been doing and finally leaves you. She wants to get you all to herself and get your patch.”
Trigger curses as he rushes through the mouth of the hallway, and I curl my lip at the bitch who's now pouting, and I sneer,“Get ready to pack bitch because if I have it my way, you’ll be out by the end of the month!”
