Page 7 of The Princess & the Prospect

Chapter 3

“What the fuck?” I heard Deck yell as someone shook me awake. My whole body throbbed and felt off kilter with all the alcohol I had consumed. There was also a heavy weight bearing down on my chest that was pushing what remained of the alcohol in my stomach right up into my esophagus with an acidic burn from hell that was going to lead to me puking sooner rather than later.

“I should kick your ass right now,” Deck was screaming at me. “But I want you to feel it and remember every single punch, mother fucker.”

“What are you on about?” I grumbled just as the weight on my chest shifted and my hand landed on a juicy, naked ass that I just couldn’t keep my hand from squeezing. Maybe being married wouldn’t be so bad if Anna was gonna wake me up like this every morning. My dick sprung wood at the thought.

“You can’t be serious right now. You’re really doing this? In front of me? In front of Ever?”

Well, he had a point there. “Anna babe, get up,” I called out to my new wife who I realized had to be the one draped over me and causing me to want to vomit. Not because I didn’t like having her weight on me, but after the drinking I’d done, it wasn’t going to end pretty. Besides, there was the audience we had obviously collected standing by to see her body which I didn’t like to think about one bit. “Come on, Anna. Your bro shouldn’t be seeing your ass.”

I heard Ever scoff. “That’s rich!” She huffed those words out, though I still hadn’t opened my eyes to see why because my eyelids felt like sandpaper already in their closed position. I knew it would hurt when I finally managed to open them. “You deal with this shit, Deck. I’ve got to find my sister. She’s probably devastated right now. Jesus, I can’t even imagine.”

“Anna,” I fussed again, smacking the ass under my hand.

“That’s not Anna, you stupid fucking prick!” Deck screamed at me causing my head to pound dramatically.

“Baby, it’s Stacey, remember?” A strange feminine voice cooed near my ear. I jerked away from the sound and finally managed to prise my eyes open enough to see the blond hair that was in my face.

“What the fuck?” I pushed the bitch off of me.

“You told me to cuddle up with you after I sucked you off last night,” she said as her bottom lip poked out in a pout. She had remnants of red lipstick smeared on her face and I glanced down to see that my dick was still hanging out of my pants and sure as fuck there was a red ring around it that matched this bitch’s lipstick. No. “Oh, fuck no!” I moaned out loud.

“Yeah, asshole.” Deck confirmed what I was seeing. I had forgotten for a moment that he was there until he spoke up again. “Got your dick wet with some strange bitch on your wedding night while your pregnant, 17-year-old wife probably had a front row seat to you doing it. Once you wrap your head around that, maybe you can pull the stick out of your ass and realize people fuck up, and what you just did – it makes her mistake pale in comparison.

“Fucking hell,” I grumbled as I tucked my dick away inside my pants.

“Now, where the fuck is my little sister-in-law? You were supposed to get her settled in at your place last night, asshole.”

I tried to remember, but couldn’t place the last time I’d been aware of Anna. Maybe on the ride from the courthouse to the club? “Maybe she went back to her parent’s house?”

“Are you shittin’ me right now?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know. We got in the truck after that bullshit fucking wedding and I was so fucking lost…” I glanced around, and when everything seemed too fuzzy and started to spin I just glanced back down at my own lap. “I don’t even remember getting here. I don’t know where Anna is. Did you check my truck?”

“Who the hell are you, man? There’s a pregnant, scared, heartbroken girl out there somewhere and you can’t remember anything? I don’t know what you did with my buddy, but it’d be great to have him back instead of this asshole before me.” He turned to walk away.

“Where are you going?” I asked, even knowing my voice was filled with panic.

“Someone has to find Anna and make sure she and your baby are okay, fucker.”

“Check with Lucy,” I managed to get out.

“She ain’t there!” He yelled the words back at me. “She wasn’t with me and Ever. She’s gone, and since you never took her to your place, I’m guessing she ain’t there either. That means she had no-fucking-where to go. Did you ever give her a key to your house? The address even?” At the near blank look on my face, save for the guilt I knew he could see, I had no answers. “Did you even give her your new phone number?”

He could see by my reaction that I hadn’t. Truth be told, I hadn’t even thought about the fact that I’d changed the number when I was angry with her. She had texted me several times, apologizing profusely in each one and I couldn’t stand to look at them any longer. So, I had changed the number. Deck shook his head at my obvious non-response. He was completely disgusted with me and not hiding it one bit. I felt the same about myself in that moment.

“She’s 17 and she made a mistake while trying to live her life outside the shadow of the club. She just wanted to be a normal girl who had a regular boy she liked. I get why she did it. It makes sense, even if it hurt you, because you only saw your side of things. Your wounded pride is keeping you from seeing hers though. You are a grown man. This shit you pulled on that girl’s wedding night? She will never be able to forget this. So help me, if she’s hurt or that baby is, I will never forgive this.”

What could I say to that? He wasn’t wrong. I was starting to see just how wrong I might have been about everything that went down with Anna. I’d never bothered to think about why she had done it. I just assumed she thought it was cute to play games with the prospect even though it never felt quite right to think that.

“What do I do? I have no clue where she is.” He could see the misery written on my face, self-inflicted though it was.

“I don’t know there’s anything you can do at this point. The whole scene Ever and I walked in on this morning was a situation there isn’t a whole lot of coming back from. I know you lost my respect and I’m not so certain Ever will speak to you again considering she just watched you disrespect her sister at your wedding yesterday and walked in to see you with some blond bitch draped on top of you and your dick still out?” He once again shook his head and then turned his back on me to walk away. “Find her sister. That might help. Considering Anna probably saw the shit you were up to last night, I’m guessing you have a lot more to atone for, and probably won’t be able to do it. Hope you don’t mind never seeing your kid, man. If I was her, I would make it impossible for you after that shit show.”

I sighed, and knew there was one way to get answers. The club had video of the main room. I went in search of our security guy so I could find out what I’d been up to last night, and maybe get a lock on when Anna left and if she left with anyone. While it gave me some answers I might be able to work with to find Anna, I wished I hadn’t forced myself to watch the tapes. Even fast-forwarding through most of the night I could see the devastation on Anna’s face as she witnessed woman after woman pawing all over me as I did nothing to discourage it. Fuck.

Then I saw her turn to watch me making out with the blond I’d woken up with just a bit ago. I couldn’t see her face to gage her reaction since she was at the corner of the camera’s range and hidden partially by shadows, but one of the brother’s came up to her at that point. He wasn’t fully in view and I could only see the back of his kutte as he watched whatever she was looking at. The whatever being me with my tongue in another woman’s mouth. The prospect behind the bar blocked my view when Anna left with a man’s hand around her arm. My temper flared hot just thinking about another man dragging my woman out of the clubhouse last night, but then again, after what she witnessed I guess I had that little sight coming to me.

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