Page 56 of Anchor

Okay, she kissed him to piss me off, but it’s not the point. His lips still touched hers, and he still fucking kissed her back.

“Cass gave him the all-clear then?” Shotgun confirms, smirking my way, and I itch my chin with my middle finger, making him chuckle.

“She did,” Steal answers him, also smirking my way, and I sigh.

“Okay, I get it; I shouldn’t have hit him the fifth time,” I admit, and the brothers laugh, and I shake my head. “Can we get back to club business, please?”

Acid sighs and sits forward. Looking at me, he says, “We’ve done club business. You zoned out, which is understandable. We’re just worried, brother.”

Fuck.

I sigh as Piston asks, “How is Heaven doing?”

I snort, leaning back in my chair, and ask, “Before I tried to get her to sit an hour in a room with a woman that I fucked on our wedding anniversary or after?”

He winces. “Let’s try with before….”

I shrug. “She was clinging to me like I’d disappear, despite my acting off-kilter. I felt guilty that she lost a baby she shouldn’t have even had, yet every night, she held onto me.”

“And after?” Steal asks.

I scrunch my nose and admit, “She hasn’t said one word to me.”

“Can’t really blame her, brother,” Pitbull adds, and I roll my eyes.

“What else was I supposed to fucking do, brother? I only brought her to the club because I thought she’d try and leave if I took her to the house; I just forgot about that bitch is all. She hasn’t been on the list of my priorities lately.” I grit my teeth. “And don’t get me fucking started on her kissing that fucker.”

Cannon grins and reminds me, “She only did that so you’d get some feeling as to how she felt, and brother, youfuckedGinger, so what you felt wasn’t even half of what she’s feeling.”

I swallow hard, knowing he’s right. All I did last week was show her I hadn’t changed at all. I didn’t think of how she’d feel being here, fuck, I was going to allow the brothers to fucking question her straight after being discharged from hospital.

I sigh. “Steal, bang the gavel, brother. " I need to leave this room, but won’t disrespect my president, my best friend.

He looks at me with concern but does as I ask, and states, “Church over.”

I don’t hang around. I quickly stand and walk out of church, grabbing my phone from Webster, who raises a brow.

I shake my head at him, but before I can get two steps away, a fist lands in my face, making me grunt in shock. I stumble back before I lock eyes with Arts, and I groan, “Not now, brother….”

He crosses his arms over his chest and demands, “When then? Because for the past month, you’ve fucking dodged me, and you’ve dodged the club, and it is about time you give us some fucking answers.”

I stand taller as every brother looks my way, including their women, while the clubwhores are nowhere to be seen as today is family day, a day Heaven wants no part of and refuses to allow my son to be here.

Not that I blame her. The only way to get her to go to our home was to threaten no access to Micah, something I regretted instantly.

In my defense, I had just watched my fucking wife kiss a pansy.

I look Art in the eye, and I snap, “I don’t owe you or the brothers fucking anything. This is my life, and it has fuck all to do with the club, and right now, my priority is my fucking wife.”

He narrows his eyes. “It has everything to do with the club because the club means fucking family, and it has everything to do with me because I was there the day you met Heaven. I was the one who watched you fall madly, deeply in love with her.” I deflate, and he softens. “You cheated on her, Anchor…. Why?”

I look around the room and see everyone looking my way before I notice my dad standing at the back of the room, his hands fisted, my mother keeping him back, knowing I need to explainmyself when really, I fucking don’t want to. This is between my wife and I, not the club, but I know Art, and I know he won’t let shit go.

“Because I was a selfish prick,” I answer.

“Bowler and I decided Anchor should claim his relationship ended because, at the time, he was only a prospect, and because of club law, we couldn’t guarantee Heaven’s safety despite them being married,” Hammer says, getting everyone’s attention from near the front door.

“Dad, when did you get back?” Steal says happily.

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