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She looked horrified, but I didn’t understand why.
“I don’t need your fucking help finding a job, Clash,” she snapped at me, her back straightening as her eyes narrowed. “I’m perfectly capable of finding something on my own.”
“Are you now? Because the way I see it, sweetheart, you’re sitting on a pretty expensive ring, and you haven’t done anything about it. You could have money, you’re just too stubborn to do what’s right.”
“What’s right? What’s right is getting the fuck away from you.”
“Hey now, I’ve been nothing but good to you both, Gina. Why are you suddenly all defensive?”
“Because you’re a fucking asshole, that’s why. I should’ve known better than to trust you.”
“What the hell did I do?”
“Nothing!” she shouted, making Alex stir. “Don’t worry about it. By morning, Alex and I will be gone.”
“Like hell you will! Where the fuck are you going to go, Gina? Back out to that fucking dumpster? If you think I’m just going to stand by and watch you go straight back onto the streets, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Last I checked, Clash, it wasn’t your decision to make for us.”
“Just calm the fuck down. I know Alex hurting himself has you all wound up tight, but don’t take that shit out on me. I’m just trying to help you.”
“I don’t fucking need your help! Why can’t you see that?”
Like I said, I didn’t have time for this shit right now.
“Look, we’re both on edge, and I don’t want to fight with you over something so stupid. I’ll call them in the morning. But right now, I’m tired as fuck. So, why don’t you get some sleep, and I’ll let you know in the morning what they say?”
Gina didn’t say a word back to me. Instead, she rolled over in bed, looking pissed off and kind of scared for some reason.
Geesh, it’s just a potential job, and she’s treating it like a prison sentence. Hopefully, she can sleep off whatever temporary period she’s having, take two Midol, and be back to her happy, grateful self in the morning…
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I had to get out of here. Sure, the clothing and food were definitely needed, but there was no way in hell I was going to stick around to find out what “job” he had lined up for me. It was probably working some street corner, blowing married men out looking for a quick fuck. Well, fuck that shit. Gina Elias was not some cheap two-cent hooker. She was a lady, one that would figure this all out on her own, without the help of a filthy biker.
Clash was gone by the time I woke up, but on the nightstand next to me was a note.
You got an interview at ten. Be ready, and I’ll come pick you up. I had to run an errand, but I’ll be back soon.
~Clash~
Yeah, I’m definitely not making that fucking interview.
Quickly, I got dressed before waking up Alex and forcing him to put on some clothes. He had a hard time tugging on his shirt because of his cast, but at least he had clean clothes to wear. For the moment, we both looked presentable. It should get us by for a few days at least. I stuffed the rest of the clothing, that seemedto be miraculously washed with our old clothes, into a trash bag. I had to hurry. Clash would be back at any minute, and there was no way in hell I was going to stick around to see what he wanted me to do for his club.
I stared at my gaudy wedding ring, realizing Clash was right, it was the only thing I had to get me to Vegas.Maybe.
After using the restroom and forcing Alex to go after me, I rushed us out the door. I did grab some small food items and lock Clash’s door before I left. He was nice to us, the least I can do is lock his front door.
“Mommy, I’m tired. Where are we going?”
“Las Vegas,” I answered, holding his hand as I drug him down the street. “We’re going to see your Aunt Cadence.” My sister led a questionable life, one that Eric heavily frowned upon. She ran a slinky sex club that delved into the dark fantasies of men and women. She was a dominatrix by trade, one that got pleasure out of punishing others. I’m convinced it’s because of our stepdad, but she never confirmed my suspicions. Even though she ran a sex club, living with my sister would always be safer than living with Eric. I just hope that Eric wasn’t smart enough to realize I’ve kept her contact information all these years.
After blocks and blocks of walking, I finally found a pawn shop to pawn my ring. It wasn’t exactly seedy looking, but it didn’t look safe, either.
“Come on, Alex. Mommy needs to get us some money.”
I should’ve done this a long time ago, but I needed time to go by before making my final move. Eric was smart. It’s why I abandoned my car at the truck stop, and why I left my phone and credit cards inside. The only things I took with me were our personal information, like our social security cards and birth certificates. At least I had access to those, unlike everything else that Eric held captive and used against me.
