Page 4 of When Life Sucks!

Mom flies to the door, and seeing Sacks holding his chin, she whirls around, opening her mouth to spit insults toward me for being violent. I know my mother well enough to know she’ll not like the fact I punched him. I don’t even wait to hear it. She’s outside the apartment at this point, so I slam the door, lock it fast, and ignore the knocking and shouting.

Grabbing a bag of chips, cookies, and a glass of milk, I climb the stairs and climb onto the bed. Once I’ve placed everything on the bedside table, I pick up the remote and put the TV on, so I can block out the knocking and shouting. Yes, this will do it, a murder mystery. Yeah, maybe I can get an idea if I need to get rid of two bodies.

At some stage it quietens downstairs. I lean back on the headboard munching and drinking. I had already switched off my phone because of the incessant text messages and calls from Sacks, Bolt, Mom, and even Gunner. Now why Gunner would want to speak to me, I don’t know. Don’t care either.

Shower done, pjs on, and bed, sheer bliss. I am not at work over the weekends, so I’m going to take the cut back to the clubhouse. I was going to do it yesterday but was too busy at work and by the time I got home, I was tired and couldn’t be bothered. If Sacks wants the cut that badly for Melody, he can whistle for it.

The next morning, breakfast over, dishes washed and away, I have no more excuses to not face what I have to do. If the prospect on the gate won’t let me inside the compound that suits me fine, I’ll drop the cut on the ground and drive away. Sacrilege, I know, but I don’t care at this point either. I just want rid of it.

Pulling up to the gate, the prospect slides it open and walks over to the window. Seeing it is me, he gives me a tip of the head to continue into the compound.

“Dang,” I mumble to myself because I had hoped he wouldn’t let me inside.

Parking at the side of the front door of the clubhouse, I switch off the engine and climb out, dragging the cut from the passenger seat as I do.

Walking into the clubhouse, I ignore everyone who happens to be sitting or standing around. The club whores give me a look, and I give Daisy a hard look because she’s the one that gave me a hard time, regaling me with all the information about her time with Sacks.

She must sense something in my attitude or body language, as she turns and saunters over to the bar where two other whores are standing in what you can only describe as underwear.

Reaching the office, I knock on the door and wait for a response. Once Bolt shouts, “Come in.” I quickly head inside.

“Alice?” Bolts asks, and it’s more a question than a statement. “Have you decided to give me the opportunity to tell you more?”

“Nope…” I respond, popping the P as I do. “I’m here to return this, so Sacks, you know the cheating asshole, you can give it to his Baby Momma,” I say with more than a little attitude. I throw the cut onto his desk and turn to the door, ignoring him trying to speak with me.

Walking through the common room to the main door, I stop when Daisy has gotten her bravery from somewhere to confront me.

“Well, seems you are not that good of an old lady. Getting turned over for another bitch who has gotten herself pregnant. Said bitch being your friend, too.” Daisy is giving me a satisfied smile, but I lift an eyebrow and wait, showing I don’t give a shit for her comments.

“Daisy, move away from Alice.” I hear and don’t react when I realize it’s Jax.

Jax is Jackson. He’s the bastard son of the National President. Jax is not always here at the clubhouse, as he travels between the chapters, learning the trade, so to speak, before he takes over the position from his father.

“But, Jax…” Daisy whines, obviously trying to get him to allow this confrontation to continue.

“I said move away from Alice, and move away now before I remove you. By that, I mean I will remove you from the clubhouse and the club, and I don’t give a fuck if you have to live on the street,” Jax snarls.

I give Jax a small nod of the head and walk around Daisy and out of the clubhouse. Climbing into the Camry and firing her up before hightailing it out of the compound like my ass was on fire.

Unknown to me, Jax is watching me leave with a grim look on his face.

Chapter 4

Alice

Monday morning and back to work. The weekend composed of my mother trying to contact me, but as I’m as stubborn as a mule I have refused to take any of her calls once I actually turned my phone back on.

I have missed calls from Sacks, Bolt, Mom, Aunt Mais, and, of all people, Melody!

Messages have been pinging through at an alarming rate since I turned the phone on, and as of yet, I’ve not bothered to read any of them.

Walking into work, I quickly make my way to my office, where I check emails that have come to me over the weekend. Nothing urgently needs my attention, so I get down to my day-to-day business.

I’m deep into the financial information for one of the consultants, making sure the advice he gives to his client is going to give the dividends he predicts when my door is opened and Ronald, my boss, walks in.

“Well, Alice, I’ve had your mother on the phone and someone who says he’s your man wanting to speak with you. I, of course, told them both that you were in negotiations and couldn’t take calls or meetings with anyone at this time.”

Now, Ronald is gay and is more than happy with the fact. He has a husband, Jeffrey, and they are deeply in love with each other. I adore them both, and thankfully they return the feeling.

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