Dark Alliances
782 Words
The custody battle was escalating faster than I could handle.
Jimmy’s lawyer filed another motion this time requesting that my visits with the kids be reduced to once a week under strict supervision. The reason? My “immoral and unstable relationship with a known criminal associate.”
I read the document in Jax’s living room, hands shaking. The kids’ faces flashed in my mind their confused questions, their tears when I had to leave.
Jax walked in from the kitchen, shirtless, holding a beer. He saw my face and took the paper from me.
“Let me see,” he said calmly. After reading it, his jaw clenched. “This bastard is really trying to take them from you.”
He pulled me into his arms, his strong hands rubbing my back. “I told you I’d handle it. Tonight, I’m meeting some people who can make this go away.”
I looked up at him, scared. “What kind of people?”
“The kind who get results,” he replied darkly. “Don’t ask too many questions, baby. Just trust me.”
That night, Jax took me to a private back room at the clubhouse. Three rough-looking men were waiting — his “connections.” While they discussed “solutions” to my custody problem, Jax sat me on his lap and slowly fingered me under the table.
The humiliation mixed with fear and arousal was overwhelming. I bit my lip to stay quiet as his thick fingers curled inside me, making me wetter by the second.
One of the men noticed and smirked. “Your new girl is well-trained.”
Jax laughed and kissed my neck. “She’s learning.”
After the meeting, he bent me over the pool table again and f****d me hard while the others watched from the doorway. I came twice, moaning like a w***e, completely lost in the moment.
Later, back at his apartment, Jax held me gently.
“Everything will be fine,” he whispered. “They’ll put pressure on Jimmy’s lawyer. You’ll get the kids back soon.”
I wanted to believe him. But a part of me was terrified of what “pressure” really meant.
The next morning, I received a terrifying call from Jimmy.
“You’re really doing this?” he shouted over the phone. “You moved in with that criminal? My lawyer just told me someone threatened him said if he doesn’t back off the custody case, bad things will happen.”
My blood ran cold. “Jimmy… I didn’t know—”
“Save it,” he snapped. “If anything happens to me or my family, I swear I’ll make sure you never see the kids again.”
He hung up.
I confronted Jax immediately.
“Did you threaten Jimmy?” I asked, voice trembling.
Jax didn’t deny it. “I told you I’d protect you. Sometimes that means getting dirty.”
I felt sick. This was spiraling out of control.
That night, instead of fighting, I let Jax f**k me into oblivion. He sensed my fear and used it, choking me lightly while pounding me mercilessly.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “I’ll burn the world down to keep you.”
I came harder than ever, even as tears fell.
Two days later, Jimmy showed up at Jax’s apartment unannounced.
I was alone when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Jimmy stood there, eyes red with rage and pain.
“So this is where you live now?” he said, looking past me into the apartment filled with Jax’s things.
“Jimmy… you shouldn’t be here.”
He laughed bitterly. “I came to see what my wife traded our family for.”
Before I could stop him, he pushed inside. Jax walked out of the bedroom at that moment, wearing only sweatpants.
The two men stared at each other — the husband I once loved and the biker who had destroyed my life.
“You,” Jimmy spat. “You ruined everything.”
Jax smirked. “She came to me willingly. Multiple times.”
The tension was explosive. I stepped between them, terrified.
“Please, both of you stop,” I begged.
Jimmy looked at me with pure heartbreak. “Is this really what you want? This life?”
I couldn’t answer.
Jimmy shook his head and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Jax pulled me into his arms. “He’ll get over it. Or he won’t. Either way, you’re staying with me.”
That night, as Jax f****d me slow and deep, I realized the terrible truth.
I had chosen this path.
And there was no turning back.
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