Page 1 of Empower

Prologue

Storm

Why I put up with this shit, I couldn’t fucking tell you.

That was my only thought as the clock ticked over to eleven twenty-six.

And she wasn’t home yet.

With my luck, she wouldn’t even bother coming home and I wouldn’t have to deal with her ass.

But I didn’t get that lucky.

The only luck I’ve ever had was meeting my brothers, starting my club, and having my daughter.

But that’s for later if she comes in here with shopping bags that have certain logos, then she’s going to be getting sent out the door with all her shit.

Because I was tired of it.

So, fucking tired of it.

But this was the last and final straw, and this was also the third one she hadn’t remembered.

Who the fuck doesn’t remember their own child’s birthday?

Shaking my head, it was just in time for me to hear a door shut.

And then I waited there on the couch, I had parked my bike around back, wanting to have visual proof of this shit.

And I also had a camera at the ready, in case she tried to pull some shit later in life.

The front door opened, and she was talking, “I know. I’m sorry. I found this adorable bag, and then I had to find shoes to match it, and then I had to find the right outfit. And then jewelry. But don’t worry. Let me get ready and then I’ll be there. Tell Rich I bought a special lingerie set he can tear off me later if he’s a good boy.”

I shook my head.

And didn’t even want to bother to listen to more of her shit, that was all the proof I needed that she hadn’t been faithful to me, which was why I never went ungloved in her.

And that she had plans already made on a special day when she should have already had plans made for Raine.

“Where have you been?” I asked her.

She jumped, then said, “I’ll call you when I’m on my way. Bye.”

She lowered her phone, and then sweetly, she set her bags down, acting like I hadn’t heard her.

“I was shopping. I got a few things for you to see later,” she winked.

I grabbed my beer, took a pull, then looked at her, “Funny, ‘cause in all the times we have been together, I ain’t never seen another man in my bed. Want to tell me who you plan to bring Rich into that?”

The fake sweet shit she was sporting went away, she planted her hands on her hips and snapped, “Maybe if you would get off your fucking high horse, I wouldn’t feel the need to get it from other people.”

I chuckled darkly, “That’s not being on my high horse. That’s because you’re a fucking whore.”

She gasped, “How dare you call me a whore?”

“How many men have you been with in the past year? Fuck, how many men have you been with in the past week?”

She didn’t utter a sound, and that was when I shook my head, “You want to know why I won’t make you my ol’ lady? Because you're unfaithful. Hell, if Raine hadn’t looked just like me when she was born, I would have done a paternity test.”

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