Page 11 of Anchor

“Divorce papers are being sent to the clubhouse as we speak, and once I find an apartment for Micha and me, we can sell this house, pay off the mortgage, and split whatever else is left of the sale,” she continues before she steps back and drops a suitcase at my feet.

“Heaven, this isn’t—” I try again, but Heaven puts her hand up and snaps, “Since you stink of sex and booze, you can see your son for ten minutes tomorrow while I shower.”

That said, she slams the door in my face, leaving me shell-shocked.

Just like that, she’s done….

Anger, panic, and pain hits, and I bang on the door again and shout, “If you think I’m losing you, then you have another think coming! I made a drunken mistake, Heaven….”

She doesn’t answer me and slowly I turn and drop on the step next to the suitcase while I feel like my whole life is falling apart.

I made a mistake….

“Knock, knock….”

I look up from the ring and smile at Steal.

“She say yes?” I ask, and he nods as he sits in front of my desk.

“She fucking did, and the week in the Hamptons was something we needed, especially with our daughter. Moira loved the whole experience,” he answers, and I grin wide, happy for my brother.

Steal fucked up majorly. He fell in love with Cassidy, someone he met in college but took for granted, then his ex fuck buddy Faith, and a brother, Brute, along with Bull and seven otherbrothers, planned for Bull to take over the club and tried to make out like Cass was screwing Brute only to find out the fucker assaulted her. She stabbed him, killing him in self-defense, and she left for four years, giving birth to their gorgeous daughter and raising her alone, and the fucker was lucky to have won her back; though it helps that those brothers are dead, and so is Faith.

“Thanks for taking over for me,” he says, and I snort.

"Anytime, but let’s not make it permanent, okay?”

He laughs but nods before his eyes go to the ring on my desk, and he sighs.

Before he can say anything, I say, "Right, let’s go; otherwise, we’ll be late for church.”

He nods, not saying anything, knowing I don’t want to talk about it, and we both stand and head out.

“Where are we with the garage?” Steal asks, and all the brothers look at me, making me roll my eyes.

For years I’ve wanted the club to open a garage after the one in Jersey fucked up my bike, and this isn’t a secret, but we all know they also want a garage closer to home.

Piston grins at me and notes, “We can start building on Monday.”

I sigh in relief as his blood brother, Acid, whoops. Those men have been through fucking hell and back, and they are the two strongest people I know. Their father beat both of them, whileAcid was sexually assaulted between the ages of eleven and fifteen.

They’ve fought hard to get to where they are, and I’m proud of them and proud to call them brothers, especially when they’ve opened their hearts to their women and built lives with them.

“Good, it’s definitely needed,” Steal says before he looks around the table and says, “Thank you, brothers, for giving me the time I needed with my girls. Cass has said yes to marrying me, and she’s now wearing my cut.” We all bang the table and cheer. He grins. “And a massive thanks to Anchor for keeping you fuckers in line.”

I grin as the brothers chuckle and I state, “It wasn’t easy, that’s for sure.”

They laugh harder, and Steal shuffles the paperwork and says, “Right, with money increasing and the businesses doing good, if that is everything…." He looks at me to confirm, and I nod. He bangs the gavel to end church, and the brothers all file out.

I wait until the room is empty before standing and walking out, taking my phone from Webster. I check it but don’t see a missed call from my girl, making my stomach drop, and yes, she’s still my girl; I won’t give up. I put my phone away, wishing she’d give me an inch.

Ten years ago, I was an idiot and lost the best thing that ever happened to me. Like Steal, I took my girl for granted. I decided to ignore the fact she’d just had my fucking child, and I forgot it was our first anniversary, and took my anger out for her not supporting me—when in reality she did every fucking day, and got drunk before fucking Ginger.

Heaven loves me, but she also hates me, not that I can blame her.

“Son?” my dad calls out as I walk near the bar, and I turn his way to see him sitting with Mom, her blonde hair in a neat bun, looking angry as usual, and my sister Callie is at the back of the room, busy on her phone, looking more like her birth mother by the day.

I walk over to him and raise a brow, and he clears his throat and asks quietly, “Are you, uh, picking Micha up and taking him for dinner, or staying at the house?” causing my mother to stiffen.

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