Page 47 of Perdition
Cilla kept talking over Em’s thoughts. “Bring that Moscato you brought to Stephie’s bachelorette party! That stuff was freaking delicious!”
Chuckling at Cilla’s delirious energy, Em said, “I’ll bring three bottles. Give me an hour. There’s something I need to do first.”
“Okay! See you then!”
Ending the call, Em walked to her SUV and climbed inside, her limbs aching from working the chainsaw and then sitting in one place too long.
Sending a quick text to Sorsha and War to check in on them, Em started her car and headed toward the Unchained MC clubhouse.
The dump truck filled with the dismembered remains of the red maple should have dropped off the load already, which meant the brothers were probably confused as hell about the out of the blue delivery of a pile of supposed firewood.
She’d called ahead and asked Cluster—full road name Clusterfuck—to get a couple of the guys to build a pyre. He’d been confused, of course, but when she said she just wanted toget rid of some wood for a client, he didn’t bother asking further questions.
The guy was simple like that.
She was the president’s old lady, she said something, he did it.
Simple.
I won’t be his old lady much longer….
Her property kutte was already trash, it was only a matter of time before her title as the club queen was garbage as well.
It took longer than it usually would to get to the clubhouse, but, then again, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Molasses in winter.
Waving at Tony Dos at the gate, she drove past, then headed around the back of the clubhouse to park in the rear lot closest to the large open space made of gravel and dead grass where the club usually held their community BBQs.
Through the windshield, she could see that Cluster had been busy; there was a proper pyre crouched there, waiting to be set ablaze.
Where is Frost?
She hadn’t spoken to him since last night, not that she even knew if he tried to call her back. She’d blocked his number, and she hadn’t gone home. She’d slept at Cheri’s place again. Cried into another bottle of wine. And tossed and turned in a bed that didn’t smell like home.
Likehim.
Our bed hasn’t smelled like him in weeks…because he’s been too busy playing cheating asshole to bother playing at being a husband.
Sliding out of the car, she forced her feet to walk toward the pyre, her gaze immediately landing on a two-foot section of trunk.
Mads love Em 4-ever.
It was at the top of the pyre, like the dented, mangled crown set atop a false king’s head.
Cluster, looking sweaty and disgruntled, called out, “There you are! What the hell are we doing with all this wood? We burning a witch at the stake?” He snickered, and Em grinned evilly, making him come up short, blinking. “I wasn’t serious.”
Em shrugged. “I dunno; I think there is at least onewitchin need of burning.”
She knew that Cluster knew exactly who she was talking about. It wasn’t a secret in the club that she and Sarah weren’t simpatico, and that Frost was dipping his toes in murky bathwater.
How much do they actually know, though? Do they know their loyal leader and president is cheating on his old lady with the club doorknob?
“Right….” Cluster cocked his head, crossing his arms over his chest. For a man who spent more time drinking and shootin’ the shit than anything else, he was fit—just like every other member of the Unchained. If he didn’t act like a freaking toddler most of the time, he’d make a great old man for a lucky woman. Again, too bad he preferred skank over class; he’d bedded Sarah a few times, and Em couldn’t get the memory of the bitch on her knees in front of the man at a club party a few months ago.
She fought the urge to give into the full bodyicks, and instructed, “When Frost gets back, make sure he knows about the pyre. Make sure he’s here when you light it.”
Cluster furrowed his brows, obviously curious about the what and the why, but again, he didn’t question the club queen.
“Yeah, I can do that. Already doused the whole thing with gasoline, so it won’t take more than a few minutes for the whole thing to gopoof,” he said, gesturing an exaggerated explosion with his hands.
