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Fuck’s sake, I tried to force her to spend an hour with, not only brothers that hadn’t met her as my wife, but also with Ginger.

I was a sucky fucking boyfriend, and a shitty husband and father.

No wonder she wanted a divorce.

I sigh when my phone goes off. I grab it, and check the screen.

Dad: SOS

“Fuck!” I curse and quickly rush out of my room, only to bump into a still-salty Art and Bulldozer. I don’t say anything, instead I rush out of the tattoo parlor, hearing Art demanding our receptionist to cancel the last clients and close up shop.

I quickly jump on my bike and pull out of my spot, the other two close behind.

It doesn’t take us long before we’re racing into the compound; the prospect on the gate already has it open for us. As soon as I park, I rush inside without waiting for the other two, but I pause in the doorway with a frown, seeing my dad pacing, his phone to his ear, his face red, my sister sitting, looking down like a naughty child, and my prez scowling at her. Instantly, I know this has something to do with my wife.

“What has happened?” I demand firmly as I descend the few stairs near the front door, everyone looking my way.

“Your sister here helped your wife leave club property,” my dad sneers as he drops his phone from his ear, and I freeze. He continues, “The prospect, John, went with her; the cameras determined that, but your little sister here swiped his phone without him knowing, so I can’t get a hold of him.”

My breathing becomes heavier, and I growl, “So let me get this right…my wife, the woman who is barely holding on to our marriage, is gone, with a prospect who she fucking kissed a week ago?!”

My little sister flinches and replies, “She’s with our moms.”

I scoff. “Yeah, right. One woman spoke to her like shit for not giving her son a second chance all because she did with her cheating husband, and the other was in her ear for years about how shitty men were.” I boot the chair next to me, the woodsmacking Ginger in the leg, making her scream, and my sister smirk, which just pisses me off because Heaven has one foot out of the fucking door.

I point at her and shout, “This isn’t fucking funny, she’s going to fucking leave me!”

“Well, you can’t really blame me if I did now, could you?” a voice says from behind and I sigh, my body deflating with relief. I turn toward her to see she is, in fact, with my mother and hers. Both women are glaring at Ginger, but my eyes go to the prospect behind.

I scowl, and his eyes widen as he takes a step back. Fucking pussy.

“For God's sake, Travis, he sat at the counter the whole time I was at the diner and drove in the truck behind me.” I look at my wife, and she glares at me and snaps, “Grow the fuck up—so what I kissed him, be grateful I didn’t fuck him!”

I raise a brow at my wife, but she crosses her arms over her chest in defiance, and Trig shouts, “Hey, that’s the girl we’ve been wanting to hire!”

I growl at the reminder that half of my fucking brothers have seen her in her underwear, but my wife ignores me and looks around me, and smiles, “Hey Trig, did you sort out your problem with your missus?”

I blink and look between them as Trig sighs. “Yeah, sweet girl, I did…until I caught her in bed with my cousin, the rat bastard.”

My wife winces. “I’m sorry to hear that, but I know a certain redhead who would be very pleased to hear that.”

I look at Steal and blink, and he just blinks back before we look at Trig, and the long-haired fucker looks like a cat who just got his cream, but he soon whoops as my wife holds out a piece of paper and he rushes over to her.

I growl when he kisses her cheek and grabs the paper, before running out of the club, and we all look at Heaven with confusion.

She grins. “Little Red, the main girl at Jimmy’s, has a thing for him, but he always seems to have a girl on his arm. You should have called him Player instead of Trig….”

“I think I like you, girl,” Bulldozer says, and Heaven’s cheeks redden.

“I knew the brothers would love her,” my dad says as he steps beside me.

I nod and then ask, “Can you pick up Micha for me and stay at my house with him? My wife and I need to get things straightened out because, clearly, we didn’t last night like I thought.”

He chuckles and nods but soon tenses alongside me as we watch Ginger sneer at my wife.

Heaven raises her brow and asks, “Are you alright, Harley? I mean, Ginger? You look like you’ve sat on something sharp….” Ginger doesn’t reply, already knowing her place, much to my dismay because I want the fucking bitch out now instead of waiting for a club vote, but my wife doesn’t stop, nope she adds the nail in the coffin and says, “No, maybe it was just my husband’s dick you sat on then huh?”

The brothers all tense, already knowing the fuck up I made as my father snorts but coughs to cover it at my woman’s snark.

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