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“He’s my husband,” I confirm, and Princess’s mouth drops in shock, but I ignore her and allow Travis to gently guide me backward toward the VIP table where the brothers are.

Once we’re out of the crowd, Travis turns me in his arms, his hand going to my ass to try and cover me up from the brothers, and we lock eyes.

So much rage shines back at me that I have to swallow the lump in my throat.

“Get your things because we’re leaving, and you, my wife, have some explaining to do!” he sneers coldly, and I tense as the brothers all curse and groan, knowing he’s just fucked up.

Is he kidding me right now?

I have been working here for years while he was living his best life; he doesn’t get to tell me what to do, not now, not ever.

I glare hard at him and back out of his hold before I point at him and snap, “I have been working here for six years, Travis, and like hell am I allowing you to tell me what to do.” He curls his lip in anger, and yes he looks hot as hell, but I ignore my libido like I do every single night and continue, “I don’t strip, I don’t normally walk the floor. I’m a bartender wearing basically a bikini, so get a grip, sit your ass down with Steal, and shut up!”

“Heaven, I’m barely holding on right now,” he admits as he grips my hips, and a little part of me melts.

“This is my job, Travis,” my eyes race between his, and I remind him, “I walked in on you cheating on me with my high school bully.”

“Fuck, no, he didn’t,” I hear someone behind him mutter.

“What a fucking idiot,” another curses.

I continue, my eyes on my husband’s, “Maybe this can be your penance.” He flinches, and I ask, “Is your dad with Micha?” He nods once, and I state, “Right, you can stay with Steal until I finish my shift at two because I’m not leaving and you can’t force me. This is my life; it’s my control, so deal with it or go to therapy alone tomorrow.”

That said, I lean on my tiptoes and press a kiss on the corner of his mouth, but before I can pull away, he moves his headand kisses me hard on the lips, gripping my hips tightly before pulling back and smirking.

“Now everyone knows you are mine,” he states firmly.

I grin and retort, “Or now they believe I’m easy.”

His face drops, anger taking over, and I grin wider as I turn on my heels and head to the bar for the next round of drinks, with the brother’s laughter following.

I love him, I know I do, but he needs to understand that what he did was inexcusable and that I won’t be my mother, I won’t ever rely on a man, especially one that has already cheated on me, even if it was ten years ago….

13

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“Brother, just breathe, yeah?” Axel says from beside me, and I snort and look away from my wife who’s handing out drinks to handsy fucking drunk men while wearing something that only I should get to fucking see. I look toward Axel, the president of the Untamed Hell Fire’s MC, who is going to have his bike repainted because of his crazy as fuck but sweet old lady, Annalise, when she finds out he’s in this club.

“If this was Annalise?” I ask Axel, and he winces.

“I would carry her out over my shoulder,” he admits, and I nod but soon sigh when he continues, “but by the sounds of things, you fucked up, and this is how she’s been making a living.”

I scoff. “I transfer four grand a month into her bank account. She technically doesn’t need to fucking work!”

Steal sits forward, his eyes on my wife, as he asks, “How certain are you that she’s using the money she gives you and not just putting it into an account for Micha? Because brother, shewouldn’t be working here if she wasn’t struggling for money, and you know it, and so do I. She had dreams, dreams she’s somehow managed to complete after putting them on hold for you, for the club, and yet here she is.”

I tense, my eyes going to my wife. Getting that fucking phone call from my best friend, snapping that she worked here, I didn’t want to fucking believe it, but here she is, and my nerves are already fucking shot, but hearing this, I’m ready to blow.

Surely, she wouldn’t do this because I cheatedonce?

I watch as she gives a fake smile to a stripper who’s glaring at her from the stage as she hands out drinks, the guys’ eyes no longer on said stage but on my wife.

I murmur, “Not very fucking certain now that I know she’s been working here for six years, and if she hasn’t used it, then Micha must have over four hundred fucking grand by now.”

“Fuck me…. You must have really hurt her if she wasn’t willing to use the money you gave her for your kid,” Tool says and I hum.

“It was our first wedding anniversary, and I forgot. She’d not long given birth, something I nearly missed if it wasn’t for Steal distracting the brothers, but I wanted her to come to celebrate with me and the brothers after I got patched in, she refused, and rightly so, especially when it was a fucking orgy,” I admit.

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