Page 2 of Golden Atonement

It was right there.

In black and white.

A picture was worth a thousand words.

I slid out of bed, gathered my hair and secured it into a ponytail. Since my time in Louisiana, I noticed my hair had grown significantly. Although I missed the wigs that Max’s sister Mia had purchased for me, I was grateful to have my own hair once again.

Grabbing my robe from the end of the bed, I slipped it on and left our bedroom, in search of my wayward husband. After checking on Emma and Jesse, I locked the front door of our home, heading towards the clubhouse. I didn’t know what possessed me to trek in the dead of night to find his ass. Maybe on some level, I wanted to believe it was a lie. That whoever sent me those pictures was lying.

The pull I felt towards the clubhouse was so strong that it felt like I was being almost physically drawn to it.

Growing up, I didn’t have a good childhood.

Some would say it was where horror stories came from. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t watch scary movies. My life was traumatic enough. Didn’t need to see it on television. I’d survived some nasty shit in my life. Beat the odds to find happiness. I had two beautiful children, my sister and brother, and a husband I adored.

Technically, he was on my shit list right now, but I still loved him.

From the moment I met him, I knew he was mine.

I was eight years old. He was fifteen.

We met in the worst place imaginable and survived it. We overcame our past and created our own life. We lived as wewanted and made no excuses. If anyone dared say anything, fuck ‘em.

Let them walk a mile in my shoes and see how they handled shit. Then they could come to me and tell me what I was doing wrong.

I loved my life.

I loved my children, my friends, and my husband.

Now, if I could just find his drunk ass and get him home.

Walking in the back door, I looked around the kitchen, shaking my head. Fuck, Stella was going to be pissed. Some slut was going to have her ass handed to her when Stella saw this mess in the morning.

I didn’t envy those bitches.

Stella was a beast before coffee.

The clubhouse was quiet as I made my way out of the kitchen, passed the infirmary to see Ravage asleep in a chair next to Ink’s sister, Karlyn. She hadn’t woken up from the beating Satan’s Angels gave her. The poor girl was still hanging on.

A fighter, that one.

Passing the security room, I noticed it was empty.

Quietly moving forward, a noise stopped me.

Turning left before the main room, I narrowed my eyes.

The only room down the left corridor was his office. Taking a deep breath, I put one foot in front of the other as my gut screamed at me to turn and run away.

The closer I got, the clearer the noises became.

Stopping before the door, I closed my eyes.

I could hear everything clearly.

Every moan, every grunt, every slap of skin.

I wasn’t fucking stupid. I knew what I would find when I opened the door. Part of me wanted to believe it wasn’t him. That he wouldn’t do that to me. Not after everything we’dbeen through. I wanted to believe that it was another brother, someone single, just having some fun, but I knew it wasn’t.

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