Page 64 of Deceiver

I shake my head.

We decided to go back to using protection until such time as I can get on birth control. It was a decision made by the both of us. It’s not that we couldn’t have handled the situation, but it’s more that right now, it isn’t the right time. Maybe one day it will be, but right now it is not. I’m okay with that, and each day the pain gets a little less. I’m feeling far more like myself lately, and I haven’t had that in some time.

A loud banging on the door has Western’s eyes moving to it.

“I know you’re in there, you cocksucker!”

Oh.

Hazel.

She, on the other hand, is a problem.

They’re still legally married, and she isn’t going to just go away it would seem.

Western growls a curse and gets out of bed, pulling on his jeans. He walks over to the door, and I stand, bringing the sheet up and around me, and make my way to the sofa to sit down. I’m no longer worried about what Hazel wants or thinks. I watch him open the door, the fine display of muscled flesh an incredible sight. I could stare at him all day.

Until the door opens, and Hazel’s eyes immediately dart to me.

“Seriously, Western? Are you fucking serious?”

He doesn’t answer her, he just demands to know why she’s here in a gravelly, unpleased tone.

“Because I’m your wife!”

Her eyes flare in rage as she throws her hands up.

“Not for much longer,” he mutters.

“I won’t sign any papers. I won’t!”

“You don’t get a fuckin’ choice,” he rasps, low. “You sign them, or you know where you’ll end up.”

Now my eyes widen.

I don’t really want to know exactly what that threat means.

“I could bring you down. I could bring all of you down with what I know.”

Her threats have Western’s entire body tensing as he leans in closer, his voice an angry whip when he snarls, “You dare threaten me? You should know by now what happens to those who threaten me or my club. You are no exception.”

Hazel’s face goes red, and she wiggles a finger in his face. “This isn’t over. Do you hear me?”

Then her eyes move to me. “For you, either. You have no idea who he is. No idea. If I were you, I’d run.”

It takes a lot for me not to say anything, but I don’t. I just give her a look that doesn’t waver, not even once.

“Get the fuck out,” Western orders, his voice tapering on the edge of rage.

“You’ll be hearing from me.”

With that, Hazel turns and disappears.

Western’s booming voice echoes down to the front gate when he calls to whoever is there. “Do not let her in my fucking club again. Do you fucking hear me?”

“Fuck you, Western!” Hazel yells.

Then there is dead silence.