Chapter 5.
1542 Words
Chase ‘Hunter’ Briggs POV.
I bring the bottle of beer to my lips as I sit in the VIP corner of the bar. The music is low and the members are sombre. Hell, even the sweet butts aren’t their usual happy selves. We lost two great men yesterday and a kindhearted woman. On the anniversary of the death of Sorcha ‘Gypsy’ Kincaid nee McCarthy.
God, Shannon is going to be devastated — that’s if we ever find her. She needs to be here. She should f*****g be here, but she isn’t because I f****d up.
I had the woman of my dreams in my grasp and then that bubble had to f*****g burst. Ruby ‘big red’ Morrison — now Briggs — came to me when I was on my way to meet Shannon to ask her to be my ol lady. Ruby came to see me. She originally was a hang-around. She told me she was pregnant. I hadn’t slept with Ruby without protection and the last time I slept with her was a couple of weeks before I slept with Shannon. I had been with Shannon for nearly two months when my life went to s**t.
Because club law states that when a woman claims to be pregnant, and it is confirmed, she is then made your ol lady. It is archaic and f****d up, and I will be getting rid of that f*****g law soon.
When Ruby told me she was pregnant she had the test and we conducted a DNA and had the results rushed and I have never prayed in my life, and that day I did, I prayed that kid wasn’t mine but the big man didn’t listen and it turned out the kid was mine.
The day I saw Shannon walk out of the clubhouse was the day it was confirmed and Ruby kissed me. She still says to this day that she didn’t know Shannon was there and I know she is lying.
Shannon refused to talk to me and two weeks later she left. She told her father and brother that it was time for her to walk her own path and I know it was because she didn’t want to see her man with another woman, and so Ranger and Bloodhound let her go. I received a black eye, a fractured jaw, and several bruised ribs all because I hurt the club princess, our Demon.
That was four years ago. The wedding was rushed with Ruby because her parents didn’t want her giving birth out of wedlock. She was three months pregnant when we married. She was ecstatic. I felt like I was at a funeral.
Then, a month later at a routine pregnancy appointment, the doctor couldn’t pick up a heartbeat and I felt like s**t because I had wished that kid wasn’t mine. Ruby had to have drugs to induce labour. So I stayed with Ruby out of guilt.
But that didn’t stop the b***h from trying to get pregnant again. I would only sleep with her to try and get Shannon out of my system, which I know is f****d up, but that didn’t work and still four years on, Shannon is always on my mind. It feels wrong to touch Ruby, not that I want to. Our marriage isn’t a marriage. It is hell. A hell I created.
I have tried to divorce Ruby a few times, and each time she has an excuse. Hell, the crazy cunt slashed her wrists to keep me with her. Then I caught the slut poking holes in the condoms, so I had doc give her the shot every three months, not that I have slept with her in nearly two years but I wouldn’t put it past the cunt to wait until I was drunk and take what she wants or claim I f****d her raw while I was out of it and try to pin another fucker’s kid on me.
I have made mistakes. I’m not perfect, and I’m not a good man. But there is only one woman who would ever have my kids, and she has just lost the last of her blood family on the day of her mother’s passing.
I drain the bottle and stand up before I walk to the bar and grab another one. Before I see my VP Bear walking out of the door. I look at Stinger, my Sgt At Arms, with a raised eyebrow and he just shrugs as I make my way back to the VIP section.
“Where is he going?” I ask as I slump back into the booth.
“Probably to deal with Dizzy Darren. That prospect would forget to tie his laces if you didn’t remind him.” Stinger says and I scoff, bringing the bottle to my lips.
“Well, it’s understandable. We are all lost right now.” I say and Stinger nods sadly in agreement. Bloodhound was meant to be president, not me.
The sheriff came to us to deliver the news about the accident. That a semi-truck that was moving too fast. The brakes slipped, and the vehicle jackknifed and took out Ranger, Bloodhound, and Lily as they were waiting at the lights.
The driver of the truck fled. Prez always wore a body cam, but that was taken by the sheriff, so we pulled up the traffic cams and saw the whole thing.
Now we need to find Shannon and tell her the devastating news and that she has just become the sole guardian to twin girls that she doesn’t know exist. This is f****d up.
It has been a few hours since Bear walked out and hasn’t come back. I drink my beer when I hear heels on the hardwood floor and I don’t bother looking up. My body tenses and recoils, and it knows who it is, my ol lady Ruby.
“Hey baby, you should stop drinking.” She purrs and I growl at her and try my best to ignore her. She doesn’t take the hint and sits on my lap before she leans against me but I don’t touch her.
“You are president now and the club is looking at us to guide them. I know this is hard for you all, but you need to pull yourselves together. It’s nearly Christmas and we should be celebrating it.” She says and I again ignore her words.
“Ruby, f**k off, yeah. We are grieving the loss of two great men. One of those men being my best friend and a kind woman. Those girls will grow up without their parents and family, and you are worried about appearances? And f*****g Christmas? Get the f**k out.” I snap as I lift her off me and shove her away from me. She staggers on her too high heels and rights herself so she doesn’t fall on her ass.
“You can’t keep pushing me away, Chase. I’m your wife. Me, not that little b***h, me!” She screams and I throw my bottle and it explodes against the wall and she shrieks. I’m up on my feet as I stalk the cunt.
“Never call Shannon a little b***h again. She is more woman than you ever will be, now pack your s**t and f**k off, we are done. Oh, and Ruby, you will sign the divorce papers or you will wish you were f*****g swallowed.” I snap at her and her eyes widen before tears fill them.
“No, I am your ol lady and you can’t get rid of me that easily. Besides, you need me.” She says and I laugh at her as the club watches on. None of the brothers, their ol ladies or even the sweet butts like her. They never have and never will do. She is an outsider, a f*****g patch chaser.
“If I wanted a dose of the clap, then yeah sure, but I don’t. I never have, I don’t love you, Ruby. You were a f*****g mistake and the best thing you did was lose that kid.” She slaps me and I don’t react to her, not even when I hear a gasp and everyone turns to see who is standing there.
Members stand and I look towards the door and the first thing I see is white-blonde hair. I move and see that those silver eyes I see every night are red. She is wearing blue faded jeans, a tight white turtle-neck sweater that hugs her more than ample chest and hourglass waist and her cut.
But my attention is drawn to the little boy standing beside her, holding her hand, with his blonde curls in a little man bun, and Bear and Katie, each carrying a car seat. My heart beat skyrockets and I hear it drumming in my ears, my palms sweat and all I want to do is grab her kiss her, throw her over my shoulder and have her under me, on top of me, beside me as I drive home inside her.
“Shannon.” I whisper as the room fades around me and it is just her, me and the little boy.
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