Page 3 of Golden Atonement

With my hand on the doorknob, I slowly turned it.

I opened my eyes and stared.

I didn’t scream.

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t do anything.

I just stood there and watched while she fucked my husband.

The smell of booze damn near knocked me on my ass. The lines of white powder on his desk left unattended as she rode his cock for all it was worth.

I wish I could say I walked away and never said a word, but I didn’t. I don’t know what possessed me, but I quietly closed the door, and I walked back to the security office, shutting the door behind me. I wasn’t computer savvy like Matrix or Phantom, but I knew enough.

Bringing up the outside cameras, the kitchen cameras, and his office camera, I took them off-line and deleted the last hour of recordings. When that was done, I turned and walked over to one of three wall cabinets, opened one and took out a Glock. After inserting a full clip, I pulled back on the chamber, loading a bullet. Seeing the silencer, I grabbed it and screwed it onto the barrel of the gun. Leaving the security room, I took my time walking back to his office.

I was in no rush.

In fact, I was calm. Almost at peace with myself, and when I walked into his office, seeing her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I didn’t think.

I raised the gun and shot.

The second she fell to the side, the result of my actions glared at me. My husband. The man I loved above all others sat with his head to the side, blood dripping from the bullet that killed that whore.

Dropping the gun instantly, I stepped back, shaking my head.

Oh God.

What have I done?

With my entire being trembling, I made a swift escape from the clubhouse, refusing to glance back even once. Fear suffocated me. It had to be a dream.

It had to be.

Hurting him was never something I intended or wanted to do. I simply wished for him to feel the same way that I did, so he could fully comprehend my emotions.

I wanted her gone.

Instead, I killed them both because I couldn’t see past the woman he was with.

The man I loved was dead because of me.

I killed him.

I rushed back to my house with my mind in turmoil, trying to rationalize the mistake I had made. To make sense of what I had just done. Nothing came to mind. All I could see was the blood dripping from his head from the shot I fired.

My actions came to a halt the moment I stumbled upon Solomon comfortably seated on the porch.

“He dead?”

I couldn’t speak.

My tears blinded me.

The realization of what I had just done sent my mind into a frenzy, as I tried to process the far-reaching implications. I knew what was coming. I knew the rules. I just killed the President of a motorcycle club. The club would want and demand retribution. Didn’t matter if I was an ol’ lady or not. There were rules set in place for what would happen to anyone who killed a brother of a motorcycle club, even more so if it was the President.

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