Page 2 of When Life Sucks!

"I'll call you back, Mom. I have something to deal with." Knowing Mom, I cut the call or she'll ask who, what and why.

Alice: Bolt, you need to order your man away from my door before I call the cops.

Bolt: Don't tell me Sacks is at your door?

Alice: OK, I won't tell you that, but I'd be a liar

Bolt: Don't open the door. I will have him removed.

I ignore the banging and shouting and head to my bedroom, where I collect a new pack of bathroom pamper items I purchased. Maybe a long soak in the bathtub will help chill me out somewhat!

Chapter 2

Alice

It has been three days since I saw Sacks and Melody in his room at the clubhouse, or any of the MC in general. I’m more than happy that I work as a senior financial administrator at a financial advisory company. It is somewhere that I am confident none of the MC brothers would visit.

While visiting the clubhouse, I have in the past given three of the brothers financial advice, and they were more than happy with the results that the advice brought. Seems they were happy to take the kindness I showed, but not return it when my man decided to cheat behind my back.

Belle is one of the old ladies I had gotten friendly with, she said nothing to me and I'm gutted. If it had been her man, Stone, I would have told her what I had seen.

I don't make friends often because of the work commitment I have. Time is always short and I work hard at my job, saving as much as I can for the house I would like built on the property that my grandfather left to me in his will. The thing this has taught me is to not trust anyone. Old friends, or new, they are not trustworthy. I have my mom, and I have Aunt Mais. I can be happy and contented with that, for now at least.

Picking up my phone from the counter next to the sink where I'm washing my evening meal dishes when it rings, I see it's Bolt once more trying to contact me. I have no idea why he wants to speak to me when he obviously knew what was going on. I don't need him to get involved in this mess, but I need to return the property cut I was given.

Ignoring the call, I finish cleaning up from after my meal and check everything is in its place. When you live alone and in an apartment, you don't want to be leaving a mess everywhere. Happy that everything is as it should be, I go upstairs and shower the day from my body. Humming a sad tune while I shower catches me unaware, but as soon as I realize I turn it into something positive. I can’t help thinking that life sucks at times!

Dried and in my boy shorts and t-shirt for bed, I go downstairs to make a hot chocolate. I have been needing something to help me sleep. I found coffee keeps me awake and I'm not a tea drinker. A soft drink has me wanting to rush to the toilet during the night, so I settled for hot chocolate and it seems to work.

Knocking on the door makes me jump because I've no idea who would visit me at this time of the evening. It's early for some, being nine-thirty, but for me, it's a good time to chill out, read, and then slink down the bed and sleep.

Looking through the peephole in the door, I'm surprised to see Bolt. Since when does the President of an MC do personal visits to a past old lady?

Opening the door, I brazen it out as I remember I'm in my PJs, and they are quite revealing. "What do you want?"

Pushing past me, Bolt walks into the living room. I give Gunner, the enforcer of the club, a dirty look as he is standing outside next to his and Bolt’s motorcycles. Slamming the door tells him I'd do it to his face if he had been close enough. I hear him chuckle as the door closes, and that only brings my temper up to another level.

Stepping into my living room, I can't help but squint at Bolt, who has relaxed back on the sofa with an arm slung over the top of it. He’s looking like he has nothing better to do or worry about. Folding my arms under my breasts is a mistake because I see his eyes flick to them and a tick of a grin starts to form. I'm not going to show him he's made me feel uneasy, so I continue to stand like this and wait.

Seeing I am not going to say anything or take a seat, Bolt sits forward and points at the couch in front of him. "We need to talk. I need to fill you in on some business that has affected you and your relationship with Sacks."

I don't take the seat but continue to give him my 'fuck off' face. Sighing, Bolt stands, takes my upper arms into his hands, and guides me to the seat. Not being aggressive about it or hurting me. "Come on, Alice, give me a chance to speak with you."

Sitting, I wait for him to speak, but say nothing because I'm not sure I want to even hear what he has to say.

“Alice, some of this isn’t Sacks' fault. I need to explain to you some of what has been going on.” Seeing that I am not going to say anything, he continues, "We found a new supplier of a drug in town. Three of the local college kids have died from the drug, and we had our suspicion of who was involved. One of them happened to be a brother of the club. Now we had to set a trap for him as we wanted all the information that he had. If we are going to keep our streets clean, we have to sometimes do not-so-good things.” Which he says with a grimace.

I can't hold back the eyeroll, and it's not gone unnoticed by Bolt, but he says nothing, although I see his eyes sparkle a little with amusement.

“Melody, we found out was buying and selling the drug, but we needed more of who she was buying from, and where it was brought into our area. The only way to do that was to get a brother onboard, one that she wanted, and one that could stomach cheating on his old lady for the good of the town.”

I jump to my feet and storm to the door. Opening it, I point to the street. “Get out of my house and never come back. You make me sick, all of you. There are better ways to find out information than having someone hurt emotionally. I’ll bring the cut back tomorrow, and you tell Sacks to stay the fuck away from me or I’ll place a restraining order on him. I’ll place one on the whole of the MC if I have to, and I’m not joking.”

“Let me tell you it all, Alice. It will make a difference to your decision,” Bolt tries to take my hand, but I snatch it away as though it would burn me.

“Let me ask you a question, Bolt,” When he gives me a nod, I continue, “Is Melody pregnant with Sacks' baby?”

I can see he doesn’t want to answer the question, but I raise an eyebrow and tap my foot while I wait.

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