Page 78 of Golden Atonement

“Is it my turn, yet?”

PART TWO

A New Beginning

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished, that will be the beginning. —Louis L’Amour

Chapter One

Reaper

Throughout my life, I had engaged in some rather unpleasant and morally questionable actions. There were certain things in my life that I was not proud of, while there were also some actions that I deeply regretted. However, I was completely unprepared for what I was witnessing in that very moment. I knew it was a possibility. Slim, but it was there. In all my life, I had never considered myself to be someone blessed with good fortune. However, when I looked up at her, her eyes filled with contempt and her presence radiating superiority, I realized that I would gladly bear any pain just to have her by my side.

Home.

“Where are my kids?”

I chose to remain in a reclined position, resting my weight on my arms, and I saw no need to exert effort to stand up because I knew if I did, she would fucking haul off and knock my ass back down again.

I didn’t care if she did, but I knew when she got mad, she cried, and I didn’t want anyone to see her like that.

She wouldn’t like it and that would piss me off.

So instead, I stayed there on the floor, ignoring my busted lip and sore jaw and smirked. “Ourkids are at home.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“What the hell are you smiling about?”

Licking the blood off my lip, I said, “You came home to me.”

“I did not come home to you, asshole,” she lied.

I could see it clearly in her eyes. She was still angry and wasn’t ready to forgive me yet. Not that I blamed her one bit. I fucked up, and I knew it. Hell, the whole damn club fucking knew it. The question I wanted to know was, how long she was going to punish me before she forgave me.

I knew my woman was many things, but forgiving wasn’t one of them. My wife held a fucking grudge like no other. It was that stupid fucking Russian blood coursing through her veins.

“I’ve got your room ready for you, baby. Can’t wait to cuddle with you tonight.”

She took a step toward me, kneeled down beside me, and grinned. “If you think I am sharing a room with you, then you are stupider than I ever imagined. So let me be very clear, Maxwell James Doherty, it will be a cold day in hell before I ever let you in my bed again. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” I said, then couldn’t stop the word vomit that I expelled next. “Cold day in hell. Got it. Just for clarification, does that mean a chilly day or frozen completely over?”

The next thing I knew, all the air fled my lungs and my heart damn near stopped beating in my chest when a searing pain unlike anything I’d ever felt before robbed me of every logical and illogical response I could come up with. All I cared about was my throbbing, pulsating, broken dick between my legs. I gasped for air, rolling over to my side, cupping my crotch.

I didn’t care if she burned the new clubhouse down around me.

She broke my dick!

Laying on the floor, time no longer mattered.

Only pain, and when Massacre walked over and dropped a bag of ice on my crotch, I cursed the son of a bitch, vowing to get back at the laughing fucking bastard.

“Gotta say, Prez.” Massacre chuckled. “She popped you good. I’ll be shocked as hell if you’re not pissing blood for days. You’vebeen down there for almost an hour now. Want me to get you a pillow?”

“Fuck off, Massacre,” I groaned. “Where is she?”

“At home with the kids. I think you better leave her alone until she calms down, ‘cause she kicked every man with a dick out of the house. Apparently, it’s a dick free zone, now. She even kicked Ink to the curb and you know those two are best friends.”

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