Page 76 of Perdition
Her face lost color, and she bleated, “You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I mean that. I love my wife. I love my life, and I am so fucking sorry that I let things go as far as they did because Ididhurt her, I betrayed my wife because I cheated on her in ways I never thought I would. I let another woman into my life, I let another woman steal my attention, I let another woman take priority over her. And that’s done. That’s over. We’re over. And you’re done with this club.”
“No!” Sarah flew forward, hands out, trying to grab his kutte.
He slapped her hands away.
“Your shit is already outside the gates. The vote was unanimous—there isn’t a single brother here that wants to keep you, and I certainly won’t give a shit when you’re gone. This means you are no longer allowed on Unchained property, and every brother knows to walk the other way when they see you coming.”
When he finished talking, Frost tensed for a raging Sarah—claws and fangs out, ready to tear him to shreds.
Instead, she looked…composed. Her smile was deceptively soft, her face was strangely blank, and that was fucking scary as hell.
Without a word in response, Sarah gave him a flirty wave, turned on her heel, and walked out.
So that happened…and why did that feel like it was the beginning…instead of the end?
TWENTY-TWO
Holy fuck,his woman was a goddamn naughty vision!
“Holy shit, Prez,” Locust murmured, his wide, appreciative eyes pinned to Emily across the bar. “What the hell is she wearing?”
The man needed to shut the fuck up. Just because he was committed to Nadia didn’t mean shit—he was still a man with eyes Frost wanted to pluck from his skull from even looking at Emily.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Frost growled, his gaze devouring Emily’s costume from the tips of her chunky saddle shoes to her bare, mile-long legs, to the short as fuck pleated plaid skirt, to her short-sleeved, white button down with the top buttons undone to reveal the tops of her lush breasts. She was a feast for the eyes. A feast he wanted to lay on the table, then pull up a chair, spread her legs, and dig right in, eating and eating and eating until he was full and she was limp with exhaustion and pleasure.
“She looks like purity and filth rolled into one dirty, dirty package,” Cluster offered, obviously uncaring of the danger to his life.
Turning to glare at the asshole, Frost nearly missed Em throwing back her head in laughter.
His heart stopped, his breath caught, and his balls turned to fucking boulders in his jeans.
Goddamn….
When the was last time he’d heard her laughter?
And that, there, was telling. His woman hadn’t been happy in a long time, and he had been so caught up in Sarah and his infatuation with what he believed to be innocent, that he’d missed his wife losing the light and joy from her life. He’d missed her blue eyes dimming, her smile thinning, and that belly-deep laugh had been replaced by mocking silence.
And he’d missed seeing it all.
The urge to march over to her, wrap her in his arms, and hold her pressed into his chest until their heartbeats synced was overwhelming.
His arms ached with the need to hold her, to kiss her, and to be the one making her laugh. Bringing her that joy.
Damn, he fucked up but good.
She laughed at something Val said and, once again, everything in within him seemed to stop, to pause in awe of her.
Her blonde hair was up in a sloppy bun, but several strands had some loose to frame her sexy neck and flushed face. Goddamn that neck needed his lips, his teeth, his mark. His mouth watered, his teeth aching, at the thought of marking his woman so every motherfucker in the bar could see she was claimed. Owned.
And he wanted Sgt. Jackass standing on the other side of the bar to get the fucking message. No, Frost wasn’t the only man appreciating his woman in her filthy schoolgirl costume, and that was already making him see red. But once he saw that that motherfucking Em chasing pig was there, staring at his woman like she was slop and he wanted to roll around in her, Frostwanted to set the whole fucking bar on fire with Sgt. Dickless still inside.
“Looks like someone is getting a little too intense,” Locust drawled, his eyes glinting with mirth and mischief. “If you glare at him any harder he’s going to arrest you for assault.”
Frost snarled. “He needs to stop looking at her like he has any fucking chance of having her.”
“He doesn’t?” Redtube asked, his mouth in a smirk Frost wanted to wiped right of his dumb face.
