Page 58 of Seizing Control: Part Two

When I back out into the hallway, I pull the door shut too hard.

The slam vibrates through the wall and echoes like a gunshot in the night.

A baby starts to cry. The wail haunts me as I stride out of the home I built almost twelve years ago to accommodate another life. My failures are sharp, stabbing me in the chest, over and over and over, as I reach my Harley.

“You leavin’ already?” Wyatt asks.

“Yep.” I snatch my fob from his grip.

He watches me go, with his mouth hanging open and worry in his eyes.

As I leave, I keep my eyes on the side mirror, waiting for my wife to chase me down.

She never appears.

Making it extra clear that her vow not to choose between us was a lie the entire time...

9

LILY

“Holy fuck.” As quickly as I can with my oversized belly in the way, I crawl off the bed. My focus is divided between the little man who is crying in his crib and the big man who just cut me dead. I grab my robe, then abandon it when my trembling hands make it impossible pull the flimsy material over my shoulders. Indecision dogs me. I can’t decide on my next step. “I, ah... he came back. We need to talk...” Although, he’s stopped crying, I stumble over to Garrett. Cum runs down my inner thigh, and I’m immediately remorseful. Hands in my hair, I whirl around to face Lazarus. “What did we do? I fucked up.”

He is as naked as I am.

The cock that was buried inside me only moments ago bobs as he stalks forward.

For the first time since he returned, I am not affected by the sight of his strong body.

I feel sick as I think about the scene my husband walked in on.

“Stop.” My first love’s fingers bite into my bare shoulders. The little shake Lazarus gives me snaps me out of my shock. I sag forward, and bury my face in the crook of his neck as I lean heavily against him. My body is wracked with tremors. My legs like jelly. “Lily. You did nothing wrong. He’s always known I’d come back to you—he was aware your marriage was built on lies and had a time limit from the start.”

My brain tries to consume his logic.

I’m too far gone in my misery to comprehend his harsh truths.

Garrett’s wails start up again.

I twist to face my son.

Lazarus tightens his hold on me to keep me in place. “Sweet thing... you needa go clean up, then head to the compound to have things out with him. I’ll deal with the little man, then I’ll meet you there. Together, we’ll explain everything, and your husband—” There is evident distaste in his voice as he says that word. “—can have his say too.”

“Do you think that’ll work?”

“I’ll be honest with you, metukà shelì... I don’t know Slash anymore.” Sorrow fills his multi-coloured gaze, and he lifts his eyebrows and shrugs. “He’s not the man I thought he was.”

It pains me to admit that Lazarus is right.

Except his statement doesn’t only apply to my husband.

In his own way, my first love is as much of an enigma as Slash.

I’m not stupid enough to believe that a man with the kind of training he’s received didn’t know that Slash had opened the locked bedroom door. If my first love wasn’t playing his own game, he would’ve alerted me to the new presence. Some of the damage could’ve been averted. Our first interaction since Slash left on the club run, then extended his trip to avoid me and Garrett, wouldn’t have occurred while I was riding his ex-best friend to orgasm.

As the filthy thought enters my head, I gag.

If only it was an exaggeration...

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