Blended Black Scorpions MC

The Phone Call

I was sitting at my desk filing papers from the weekend and working on my homework when my ex Adam called. Adam and I were married for five years before I found out he and his assistant Andrea were having an affair. I mean really couldn’t he be more creative than that? For an accountant he’s pretty stupid they left a nice trail for the private detective and my divorce attorney to follow. “What do you want, Adam?” “ Well I was hoping to have lunch with you to discuss a few things.” “What kind of things? If they are related to our case then you need to make an appointment with my lawyer. If you’re calling to give me another excuse as to why you missed another visitation then don’t bother.” “ I want to terminate my parental rights to the boys, Andrea and I are getting married and want a family of our own.” “Talk to my lawyer you asshole”.

I can’t believe the nerve of that man. My f*****g god how can a person just walk away like that. I just know I can’t sit here, I have to leave. Thank god I have things organized. I have a quick phone call to make. “ Dawn, can you do me a favor and pick up the boys this afternoon from Josie’s for me and stay with them please?” “ You know I will. I love my time with my nephews. Don’t worry about anything. I’m here when you need to talk.” “ Thanks for everything.” I hang up with Dawn, I go to find either Jax or Doug to let them know I need to leave. I find Doug and Jax in the kitchen.

“ I hope you don’t mind but I need to take off for a few hours to clear my head. I’ll be back in the morning.” They both nod their heads and I head to my desk to gather my stuff. I lock my laptop in my trunk. I lock up my car just as my uber pulls up. Once in the car the driver tries to make small talk but I’m just not in the mood to give two shits. Soon he pulls up to The Watering Hole, the local dive bar. I think The Black Scorpions own it but at this point I don’t care. I order a shot of rum one right after another. I finally ask the bartender for the bottle and a glass. At this point I am surprised I can actually pour without spilling any.

Some dude in the corner keeps staring at me like I’m his next meal. I don’t f*****g thinks so buddy. So when he approaches me about hooking up in the back room, I laugh in his face and ask how his small p***s is supposed to pleasure me. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because he went to hit me. Thank god I was able to move out of the way and he fell into the wall and knocked himself out. So I moved away from him and continued to get shammered.

The next thing I know is that I’m being carried through the bar. I thought I heard Jax thanking the bartender for the call. I don’t remember much after the p***s joke. Which I start to laugh at in my drunken state.