Page 57 of Stone
In all my time I’ve been VP for this club, we’ve never had a woman in here, heck, I think Dad had never had a woman in here either.
Traitors, yes, women no. They’d normally get kicked out of the club, banished, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Elsie sobs, “P-please let-let me go, please…”
“Now, where is the raging bitch from a week ago, Elsie?” I chuckle as I round her chair and stand before her.
Her body locks up as we lock eyes, and for the first time since we met, I finally see the fear in her dark brown eyes.
“S-Stone…” She trembles and I smirk as she lies, “I-I didn’t mean to hurt-hurt your mistress, p-please…”
Ah, yes, she still thinks we’re married, and while yes, I am married to Rose for now, she was never my mistress, and Elsie knows it. It’s what pissed her off to begin with. It’s what set off the chain of events to where we are now.
My heart is in the hospital, may never wake up, and I am self-destructing.
She saw Rose for what she was – my one – and that scared her because she knew her days around the club were numbered. She would no longer have that respect around town, she won’t get any money, not even from my sister, and it means daddy has to bail her out every time she fucks up.
After I’ve finally righted my wrong here, and as soon as Rose wakes, I’ll be handing her the divorce papers, freeing her of me, of the club, and then I’m leaving for a ride.
Don’t know how long for, but it’ll be long enough so Rose can move on from me and the shit I caused her.
“Hello ex-wife,” I murmur with a smirk.
Elsie swallows and stammers, “I-I’m your wife, y-you would-wouldn’t divorce me.”
“Why?” I ask, “Because James drugged my father and got him to fuck his ass?” Elsie freezes, and I mention, “Did you know your father fucks his partner's ass every night after letting him suck him off?”
Elsie begins to tremble, seeing that daddy’s little plan won’t help her here, and she begs, “Let me go, p-please. I-I’m still your wife.”
I smirk and hold my wedding finger up and show her the black ring as I state, “I haven’t worn the gold shitty ring for ten months.”
“Y-You bought-bought a new one?” She asks with a little bit of hope, but I chuckle as I shake my head at her stupidity.
“Actually, Elsie, ten months ago Judge Jones granted our divorce,” I admit, causing her eyes to widen, and I twist the knife in as I finish, “Then I had him marry Rose, and I… she is my wife, Elsie, you tried to kill a member of the Rebels.”
“No,” she whispers, and while she’s distracted, I bring the knife she used on Rose up before stabbing it into her knee.
Elsie screams in shock and pain, and I pull the knife out of her knee before stabbing it in her other one. I repeat the action over and over, going up both legs, twisting the blade each time I pull it out until her thighs are red from her blood, and she sobs and pleads.
“I-I loved you,” she lies as I pull the knife out of her upper thigh.
I sneer, “You loved the cut and what it represented. You hated that you couldn’t captivate me the way mywifedid when we met,” I lean forward and admit, “I only had eyes for her, she took my breath away, and now, you’ll take your last.”
Just as I finish my sentence, I stab the knife hard into her chest, in the exact same place as Rose’s, so she can suffer, so she can panic and die a slow death.
Elsie struggles to catch her breath, her eyes wide as her body trembles, and I keep eye contact, so she knows all the decisions she made since high school led her here, to her death.
She shouldn’t have gone after Rose.
Two hours later, I slowly walk towards James’ office, the cubicles outside his door empty, the cameras blocked by Dirty, who is waiting for me downstairs. My phone buzzing is the only thing I can hear, but I ignore it. I have only one priority right now, and that is keeping Rose safe even after when I leave.
Elsie is dead.
She took longer than I thought she would, but she’s finally gone, the prospects are currently burning her body in the torture shack. Now James is going to join his daughter for his role in Rose’s attack, for his role in sexually assaulting my father.
My phone stops buzzing before going off again, but again I ignore it as I quietly touch the door handle and slowly push the door open. I find James leaning over his desk, typing away, the used condom from his lover, his wife has no idea about, sits on the floor.
She’ll be receiving divorce papers in the morning, being served, and left with everything because he ran off with his secret lover, taking Elsie with him, while his partner will be left out in the cold, shocked and alone.
