Page 62 of Anchor

“Fuck, she went there,” Art mutters from beside me, and I wince because, fuck yeah, she did.

Ginger looks around the room, then back at my wife, and admits, “I had no idea he was married. It's not my fault he strayed. Maybe you should have kept him happy at home.”

“Son of a….” my dad growls.

Heaven just smirks and replies with a sigh, “Yeah, I mean, I had just given birth to our son two months prior, my breasts hurt like mad, and I didn’t come here to watch men in an orgy on our first wedding anniversary, so clearly he wasn’t happy at home and decided to sleep with trash.” She leans forward. “But tell me something, Harley, can you explain why he kept coming back to me despite my filing for divorce and not going to your bed like you claimed every single time you saw me?”

Ginger’s face reddens as the brothers all grin, proud, but me, my heart fucking pounds because, right now, even from here, I can see she’s remembering the words I said; she’s seeing the pleasure on my face when I fucked Ginger.

“Fuck, son, you need to get her outta here before she bolts,” my dad whispers, also seeing what I’m seeing, and so does Ginger, because a small smile appears on her face.

Heaven curls her lip at her and turns to her mom to say something, but I don’t give her a chance to get any words out, knowing she’ll beg for her to get outta here. I rush over to her, causing her to look my way in shock before I bend at the waist and throw her over my shoulder, making her gasp in shock.

I give my mother and mother-in-law a head nod, and say, "Next time, answer your phones; Dad's ready to blow a gasket.”

Mom shrugs. “Your dad's a lying, cheating bastard. and should be grateful I’m still with him.”

I raise a brow and look at Dad, whose eyes are narrowed on my mom.

“Welp, looks like time with me did her good,” my wife mumbles before she smacks my ass and demands, “Put me down, Travis. You’re giving me a head rush!”

I ignore her and look at Ginger and the other clubwhores and state, “If you haven’t realized, Heaven is my wife in the eyes of the law and the club. Just because she doesn’t wear my cut doesn’t mean she’s not mine, because she is, has been since high school, so keep in your fucking lane.”

“Didn’t stop you from fucking me though, Anchor,” Ginger reminds me, and my wife stills in my arms.

I narrow my eyes at the bitch and storm down the stairs and head to my room, knowing I need to do damage control. It’s only when we leave the common room that my wife starts to kick and punch me, and I know Ginger’s words have just set us back.

Great.

25

Heaven

“Didn’t stop you from fucking me though, Anchor….”

Her words echo in my head, and I suddenly feel dirty being this close to him…. All that hard work to try and stay strong is gone at the glee in her eyes. I thought I was his end game, but I wasn’t, because he sought her out when I didn’t want to come to the clubhouse and celebrate.

My tears fall, and full of pain, I shout, “Put me down, Anchor,” as he walks into a room and slams the door behind us.

I can feel the bile rising.

Gently, he lowers me to the floor and then crowds me against the door, and I refuse to look at him, my body trembling.

I tried—I really did try—but I can’t do this; I can’t unsee them. It’s been ten years, and I still can’t get over it. That is a long time to be hurt, a long time to hold onto something like this, something that, in theory, should be in the past by now.

I need a clean break….

I need to leave and sort my head, sort myself out without him around all the time.

Travis cups my cheeks as his breathing deepens, knowing where my mind has gone and knowing I’m done. I don’t make eye contact with him as he forces my head his way, so he bends at the knees, not giving me a choice, and the fear and love that shine back at me consume me.

“Please don’t do this,” he begs with a whisper, “don’t give up on me. I know I keep messing up; I know I shouldn’t have forced you here, and should have just moved into our home. I know I never should have hurt you to begin with, but please don’t shut down on me, Heaven.” He wipes away my tears. “We’ve spent the past ten years apart because of my mistake. Then I spent a whole fucking month thinking I was going to lose you forever after finding out you lost our baby, a baby I forced on you.”

A sob crawls from my throat, and I cry, “It hurts too much, Travis, I-I can’t do this….”

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head before pressing his lips against mine, his grip on my cheeks tightening before he rasps, “You can do this, just like you have these past few months. This is just another obstacle for us to get through, for you to learn to trust me again.” He pecks my lips. “I was hurting last week, Heaven. I knew you wouldn’t have gone through with the pain of losing our child if I hadn’t fucked with your birth control, and the guilt ate me alive, it’s why I shut you out, and I shouldn’t have.”

My eyes race between his, and I know I need to test him because, at the moment, it’s just words, right?

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