Page 12 of Perdition

She didn’t want to see him, let him sleep beside her in his own fucking bed—fine! He had a comfortable bed at the clubhouse he could use, and he wouldn’t have to deal with the speaking silence that screamed despite never having a voice.

When Emily was angry, their house didn’t feel like a home…and it hadn’t felt like home in weeks.

And whose fault is that?

He didn’t need this shit.

So what if she had a reason to be mad, she didn’t need to be such a bitch about it.

It was three fucking weeks ago, and he’d apologized to Locust and NadiaandEmily, even though she wasn’t part of the mess he’d made with his Enforcer and his old lady. Locust and Nadia had forgiven him, though they were still understandably sore about it, but Emily, she was still pissed.

She’d found out that he’d ordered Locust to get close to Nadia, the stepsister to a piece of shit who owed the MCmoney, and get information on the stepbrother by any means necessary. Locust had gotten close, alright, close enough to find himself in her bed.

When Nadia had discovered Locust’s treachery, shit hit the fan, and Frost had taken his lumps.

Now, though, he was dealing with a pissed off wife who wouldn’t even give him the time of day. Not to mention, his kids weren’t too happy with him, either. They were close with their mom, who’d been there for them while he was gone on long deployments, so Em and the twins were tight. So tight, he often felt left out, but Em made an effort to create a family bond that was unshakeable. Unbreakable.

Until he started acting the asshole, apparently.

Fuck…she’d never been mad at him this long. Then again, he’d never acted like a piece of shit before, and ordering a brother to basically seduce an innocent woman for club business made him the biggest piece of shit on the goddamn planet.

And he had no excuse for it other than he was overwhelmed with all the work needed to patch over a club that had been mismanaged for years. He had to clean up the Bone Dogz’s legal and financial messes, do a deep dive on each of the brothers looking to wear an Unchained patch, and make sure his own club wasn’t feeling the brunt of all the changes headed toward them.

He’d put all that on his own shoulders; he was the Unchained MC president, it was his responsibility, and he wasn’t going to put all that work on anyone else.

Except…with all the time and effort he was putting into the club…his family was taking hit after hit. He knew he’d been neglecting his wife, that he’d been an absent father, but he when he’d started the patch over almost a fucking year ago, he had no idea it would take so much out of him. It wasn’t supposed tobe like that. It wasn’t until he’d taken the reins of the Bone Dogz from their previous president Mad Dog, that he’d seen just how fucked up things had been for those men.

Now, he was determined to fix it all.

Too bad you can’t fix this bullshit with Em.

Fuck.

Why wasn’t she just letting this go? It wasn’t like she was the one Locust had hurt, so why was Em taking it so fucking personally?

Maybe she’s fucking tired of all the excuses, broken promises, and lonely nights.

When had things gotten so bad?

Mounting his bike, he started the engine and pulled out of his driveway, headed to the clubhouse where he could drink himself into oblivion, then sleep it off in his bed.

His bed.

Where Em’s honey lavender scent hadn’t been in months.

When was the last time his old lady actually spent time at the clubhouse?

Turning the corner from Lovet Rd to Camden St, Frost mentally scratched his brain, trying to remember the last time Em had taken a fucking moment to think about anything other than her business or the kids. When was the last time she’d done anything for him, huh?

She was so fucking busy now being the boss, she had no time for him or the club.

Had he completely lost her loyalty to him? To the Unchained?

No, you’re being unfair. She’s finally living her dream of having a successful flower shop. Don’t shit all over her dreams now because you’re butt-hurt about being kicked out of your own bedroom.

Frost didn’t pay attention to where he was going, just letting muscle memory guide him to his second home—or what was feeling more and more like his only home. Twenty minutes after leaving Em, he pulled through the gates of the Unchained MC compound, parked in the spot designated for the prez, and cut the engine.

Not even a second later, Tony Dos, the second of two prospects named Tony, came up to him, smile in place.