Page 42 of These Deadly Vows

Like every other girl who has a special place in her heart for beautiful broken things, I think I can fix him.

Stupid girl with an even dumber heart.

My father broke him.

Now it’s up to me to set it right.

I bend down to grab my pants and when I look up, Axe is standing in the kitchen staring at me.

Blush creeps across my cheeks.

Was he watching us the whole time? He holds my gaze while wearing a devilish smirk.

Chapter Twelve

I shouldn’t be looking at the Prez’s wife like this. Watching him fuck her stupid.

He called me up here to witness them in action. To remind me she’s not mine to covet and yet it doesn’t stop me from thinking about her.

Ghost doesn’t love her. She was a pawn to punish a dead man. What he does is none of my business. I shouldn’t give a fuck, but I do. Maybe I’m spending too much time taking care of a woman who isn’t mine and will never be mine. The situation is all too familiar.

Adeline is fucking with my head. I don’t know if she even realizes that she flirts with me or maybe she does it because she’s bored. Maybe she looks at me like she is right now to get a rise out of her husband.

Her tempting rosy colored lips tip into a sweet smile as blush coats the apples of her cheeks. Her fingers wiggle to give me a small wave.

Prez walks past me to the fridge wearing a smug, satisfied expression. “Want a beer?”

“I’m good. You said I was needed.”

“Plans changed. I’m staying in tonight. You can take the night off.”

“All right.”

He looks at me like he wants to say more or brag about banging his wife, but Adeline enters the room smelling of him and sex. My fist tightens. I want to hit something. Mostly his face.

“Told you to put your legs up.”

“I thought you were kidding.”

“Guess, I’ll be fucking you again then.”

That’s my cue to leave. “If that was all, I’m going to head out.”

Adeline avoids looking at or speaking to me, and Ghost doesn’t say another word. I should go find that redheaded whore. Stray. The one who is always trying to ride my dick. Getting laid may not solve my problems, but it sure as fuck can’t hurt to try to get my mind off a woman that I have no business thinking about.

I know I can’t go there. It’s a line there’s no coming back from. One thing I can count on is there is always someone to get drunk and stoned with. I take a seat at the bar next to Flash. The dude is known for having the good bud. Not that synthetic bullshit. I prefer the real thing.

Times have changed. You never know what people are lacing and cutting shit with these days.

“You got that homegrown?”

“You know it.” He pulls out a metal cigarette case and hands me a fat joint.

Running the doobie under my nose, I take a good whiff. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Right on,” he mutters and downs the last of his beer before taking off with Taco. He’s got the right idea.

I glance around the bar and spot Stray’s dark red hair coming out the bathroom followed by Boo. Stupid bitch. Was hoping I wouldn’t see her cunt ass.

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