Page 44 of Sniper

He’s brought up the MC many times, and that he had to go to the MC a few weeks ago, and that he’s friends with a brother.

I haven’t met his family or his friends.

Oh God…he’s a brother, isn’t he?

Pitbull rounds the car and tries to start it. It takes a few turns before it comes to life, and he grins. “All done, though, you may want to speak to your husband and give in on getting a new car. I’m all for woman independence and all that, believe me, I have an old lady, but sometimes there are certain things you should just give in on.”

My heart pounds, fear hitting me hard.

Has he been lying to me all this time?

I know I’ve lied to him, but this is different; this is my fear, my trauma….

I nod and rasp, “Thank you. I, uh, can I ask you something?” He nods, wiping his hands, and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth before asking, “Do you know Sniper well?”

He furrows his brows, looking at Crystal, whose eyes are wide in shock, already cottoning on, and he states, “Very well. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers.”

I nod. “His legal name, is it Theodore Taylor?”

His brows hit his hairline, and he admits, “It is, why?”

Tears instantly fill my eyes, hurt pulling me and I whisper, “Because he’s my husband, and he’s lied to me about who he really is.”

Crystal rasps, “Oh shit,” while Pitbull groans, dropping his chin to his chest in realization, snapping, “Fuck’s sake, Sniper.”

My husband is in an MC, and he lied.

He married me, got me pregnant….

He lied!

Wiping away the tears that have fallen, I ask, “Can you tell me where the clubhouse is, please? I’m guessing he’s not on an emergency breakdown, and is at a club family day that I’m now guessing his prez demanded his presence at.”

He winces. “How uh, how do you know….”

I cut him off and admit, “I grew up around an MC; I know how they work. Now, my husband has lied to me about who he is. He married me, adopted my daughter, and got me pregnant without telling me he was a brother.” More tears fall. "Our whole marriage is a lie.” I take a deep breath and ask, “Which way to the clubhouse, please?”

Pitbull groans again as Crystal wraps her arms around my shoulders and whispers, “You can follow us back, but uh honey, don’t let this destroy your marriage, he, uh, he loves you, I know he does.”

I give her a weak smile. “My marriage was destroyed when he said, ‘I do’, without telling me he’s part of an MC. He knew I want nothing to do with them because of my past, a past I haven’t dared to tell him about.”

She nods, understanding and pain shining through her eyes, and hugs me tight before guiding me to my car.

I climb in and squeeze the wheel before looking at Pitbull.

He looks at me with concern but nods before walking back to his car.

I take a deep breath.

I know I’ve lied too, but mine was because of my trauma, his was just pure stupidity.

I’d take a guess and say he did screw that girl who stopped us in town….

Dammit, now I want to break his nose!

Ten minutes later, a prospect lets us both through the gates, looking at me with a furrowed brow, but I ignore him.

I can feel my heart trying to tear out of my chest, it's pounding that hard.

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