The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV Book 5) by Glenna Maynard (popular books of all time txt) 📕

say it to his face. He fucked up. Knows he did. If he wanted to fuck around on you, he wouldn’t sneak around. I’ve known him a long time. I tell you this as someone who has been fucked around on. You know my ex-wife was a lousy cunt. Link may have physically cheated, but I guarantee to you that wound he inflicted would bleed a helluva a lot deeper had there been emotions involved.”

“You think there’s a difference in cheating?”

“I do,” he tells me and Jules nods as though she agrees.

“Would you have taken her back?”

“My situation was different.”

“How do you figure?”

“She didn’t love me and deep down I didn’t love her either. You and Link can find your way back. Give it time. You know we talk a lot. He didn’t come right out and say it in so many words, but the man thought you didn’t need him. Didn’t want him anymore. You were so busy being up in everyone else’s business you neglected your own. That’s real talk, Pam. I’m telling you this shit because I love you both. You belong together.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“Where’s Connor?”

“Zoe has him. I should probably go pick him up.”

“You’ve been drinking, and you’re still upset. You’re staying here. I’m ordering a pizza. We’ll have a sister’s night. Roane can handle Jasper on his own.”

“Guess that’s our cue to get lost, little man.” Roane finishes his beer and picks his son up from where he was sitting on a blanket in the middle of the floor with his toys.

Chapter Seven

After a shower, I head downstairs to rummage in the kitchen for something to eat. I’d eat at home but fuck, I’d be scared of Pam attempting to poison my ass with the opinion she has of me currently. Gotta admit it was hot watching her go after Danika like that. Always known my woman is a wildcat. Seeing her jealous streak gives me hope that there’s a real chance for us to come out the other side of this bullshit.

I root around in the fridge getting out the meat, cheese, and condiments to make a sandwich. Not the warm home cooked meal I hoped to find waiting on me when I arrived home after weeks on the road doing a security detail on a run for weapon delivery for Birds of Hell. They sometimes get their ammo from a retired Vet in the area who repairs guns and shit. I drop my load onto the counter and search for the bread.

The kitchen door swings open. Danika slugs through it holding a frozen bag of corn to her bloodied nose. Damn. Pam really fucked her face up. She’s already bruising around her eyes. I ignore her presence and continue preparing my sandwich, slathering mayo and mustard on both inner sides of the bread.

“I think my nose is broken.”

“What did you think would happen? Played with fire and you got burned. Best thing for you to do is take your ass off the property and never come back. Next time you pull some stupid shit with an Old Lady you might not walk away.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise. You fuck with my wife or try to play me again I’ll fucking end you. You’ll pray for mercy, but none will be given. You had my dick in your mouth for five minutes tops and that’s the only taste you’ll ever get. We understood?”

Hound and Sandman enter before she can reply. “Well Goddamn,” Hound gripes, getting a look at her face. “You break a bra strap and get slapped in the face with your titties?”

Sandman grins while shaking his head. “You ain’t right, man.”

Danika drops her bag of veggies in the sink and storms out.

“Hound, do me a solid and see that she gets the first ticket out of town.”

He straightens up. “All right. I got you.” We bump fists and he follows the bitch.

I take a hearty bite of my sandwich and grab a can of pop from the cooler. The heat of Sandman’s gaze warms the back of my neck. “What?” I turn to face him.

“Viking said your Old Lady raised ten kinds of hell upstairs.”

“What of it?”

“Know it’s not my place to say shit but most of us would kill to have a woman like Pam to have our back. You’re fucking it up.”

“You’re right, it’s not your place,” I warn. “Know what I got at home. Intend to keep it that way.”

“Good because I’m just sayin’ if you two get divorced there’s a line wanting to tap that.”

I drop my sandwich and sling my pop can across the room. Dark liquid spills out on the floor. “The fuck did you just say?” I take a step toward him, bumping my chest with his.

The prick smirks at me all smug. “Take that fight home. Go remind your wife how much ya love her.”

I want to wipe the floor with his face. Bastard has a point though. I should be at home with my wife and kid.

Sandman continues to laugh.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” I growl, pissed off I lost my cool and dropped my sandwich. I’m still starving.

“Do you realize you just delivered Hound to Danika on a silver platter. That romantic fuck can’t resist a woman in peril. He’s probably already offered her his apartment and vowed to see her on her feet.”

“Christ.” I shake my head.

“She gets her hooks in him...your Old Lady won’t be too damn happy. Way I see it.”

“Way you see it,” I mutter. “Go put her ass on a bus.”

He shrugs. “I could, but I’d rather watch you squirm for the shit you did to Pam. We all love her. Your Old Lady has been feeding us and looking out for us for years.” He punches me in the shoulder. “And Hound. If he’s dumb enough to wrap himself up in that gash then fucker will get what he deserves.”

“Thought he was your boy?”

“He is. Don’t mean I