Page 55 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

One night rolled into another, and before I knew it, a month had passed, and we’d spent every night together. We went back and forth between his place and mine, and to my pleasant surprise, things were going really well. Quinton was everything I’d prayed for. He was kind, thoughtful, and attentive, and he had yet to lose his temper—even when I gave him every reason to.

Without me even realizing it, Quinton had claimed my heart, and I couldn’t have been happier. But old habits die hard. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would do with it.

I tried, but I still struggled—not with trusting him, but myself.

I kept thinking I should see a red flag or some sign that things weren’t what they seemed, but I hadn’t found anything. And I’d tried. I tried really hard, but I hadn’t found a single thing. While it concerned me, I wasn’t going to let my insecurities or anything else come between us, which was one of the many reasons why I’d gone to talk to MJ.

We were both cleaning up in the barn when I asked, “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure.” She continued raking straw as she asked, “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s kind of personal.”

“O-kay.”

“And a little embarrassing.” I let out a breath. “So, I’m going to need your word that you’ll keep this between you and me?”

“I can’t make any promises.” She turned to face me, and when she saw my expression, she promised, “But I’ll do my best.”

I nodded, then took a cleansing breath before telling her, “I really don’t know how to sugarcoat this, so I’m just going to say it. I need help getting a divorce.”

“A divorce?” Her eyes widened with surprise. “You’re married?”

“Afraid so.”

I hated seeing that doubtful look on her face, so I quickly filled her in on everything that had happened between James and me. Then, I told her about our last colossal fight and how I’d left without so much as a goodbye. MJ sounded both surprised and concerned when she asked, “So, you haven’t talked to him since you left?”

“Not a word.”

“And it’s been three years?”

“Give or take.” I’d tried to keep it together, but the more I thought about the situation I’d put myself in, the more I started to panic. “I don’t want to talk to him. I don’t want to see him or even think about him. I just want to put that part of my life behind me.”

“To do that, you’re going to need to get a divorce.”

“I know. That’s why I came to you. I was hoping you could help me out with that.”

Relief washed over me when she replied, “Yeah, I can definitely help out with that.”

“Oh, thank you, MJ!” I rushed over and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” She gave me a pat as she said, “We have to see how he’s going to feel about getting served with divorce papers. Something tells me he won’t be too happy about it.”

“Probably not.”

“Have you talked to Q about all this?”

“No, as far as I know, he doesn’t have any idea. I just need to work up the courage to talk to him.”

“Q’s one of the good ones. He’ll understand.”

“I really hope you’re right about that.”

A warm smile crossed her face as she asked, “You really like him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then, talk to him.”

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