Page 4 of Spice's Halloween

“Seems a bit quiet for you, Prez. But she’s a looker,” I replied.

“Ain’t quite your type, though, brother. I don’t think Pearl Tanner’s going to put out easily.” Pipes chuckled. “Her parents are churchgoing folk.”

“Fancy that. I attend church regularly, too.” Berserker smirked.

We laughed, but my gut twisted.

“The girl legal?” I murmured.

Berserker sent me a dirty look. “Ain’t no kiddie fucker, VP. Watch who you’re talking to. Pearl’s twenty.”

“Looks fuckin’ younger, so the question had to be asked. That’s why you made me VP, asshole,” I shot back, and Berserker glowered.

Seconds later, he grinned and nodded. “It was you or one of those two assholes.”

Berserker laughed at Pipes and Fists’ howls, jumped off my porch, and headed for his Harley.

“Catch ya later, losers,” he called and revved his engine before zooming off.

I sent a grin towards Angela and Austin’s home. They were usually the ones who complained. By the shouting and crying coming from their house, Berserker’s Harley was the last thing on their mind.

We spent the rest of the night watching the drama still unfold as unaware husbands came home and the neighbours informed them of what had happened. Several of the cuckolds left their homes with suitcases—and a fair few made up beds on their couches.

With an evil smile, I wondered when they’d start questioning the paternity of their kids!

Lindy – The past.

That lying, cheating rat bastard. I’d given David four years of my life for him to be running around screwing anything with a pulse and a pussy. David was five years older than me and treated me like a lady, and I never suspected this. Then I found the black book. It had detailed the last decade of David’s life from when he’d lost his virginity to his mother’s best friend, Violet. Oh, I’d be letting her husband know because Violet was a stuck-up bitch who deserved to be knocked down a peg or two.

Every time we’d met, Violet looked down her nose at me. She wore a smirk, as if she had secret knowledge. Well, clearly, she had! She’d taken my fiancé’s virginity and carried on throughout the years sleeping with him. Violet had karma heading her way.

Miserable, hurt, and embarrassed, I curled up into a ball on the bed in the spare room. Knowing David had been fucking countless women in it made me want to burn my own. I would never lay on it again.

Anger spiked in my gut. That rat bastard and those damn whores. All talking to me and pretending to be nice after David had slept with them. My rage burned hotter, and I leapt out of bed and headed into my bedroom. My favourite bedding was on, and I looked at it in hate. That was tarnished now in my eyes.

I dragged it off and, opening the window, hurled it out. The mattress was next. It took me fifteen minutes to get it outside, but I managed. Muttering angrily, I piled the bedding on top.

A voice startled me as I turned to see my neighbour across the road. “Need help, Lindy?”

“Yeah. I want to dismantle my bed.”

“I got some tools. Give me a few minutes,” Spice replied and strode away. I couldn’t help but notice how fine his ass looked in those tight jeans.

When Spice moved in, everybody had gossiped and turned their noses up at him. Their thoughts were clear. How did a dirty biker afford one of these nice houses? And would he drag the neighbourhood down? Instead, Spice had kept to himself, rarely had people over, and wasn’t any trouble. That didn’t stop everyone sneering and not inviting him to street parties and barbecues.

But Spice hadn’t let their ignorance and rudeness keep him from living here. I had invited him to parties David and I had held, but he’d always declined politely.

It was hard to ignore the fact that Spice was incredibly good-looking. By my reckoning, he was in his thirties. The day after he’d moved in, all the bored housewives had been strutting past his house, but Spice had ignored them all.

They continued to send him coy looks to this day, but Spice remained isolated. Guess he wasn’t interested in suburbia housewives.

Spice came strolling back over carrying a toolset.

“Wanna show me where the bed is?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied and walked into my house.

Some would no doubt question the wisdom of having a strange man in my home alone. But something told me I was safe with Spice. He’d not let anyone hurt me, and he wouldn’t either. I led Spice into my bedroom and pointed.

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