Page 54 of Crusher

“Nice try in changing the subject, you need to speak to Crusher, I know you don’t want to, but Alex, you suck at math, and last I heard, she’s now a nurse but works Fridays and Saturdays at Norman's accountings. She kind of cut everyone off after she left school...” she replies, and I hum.

Blair Newton was a quiet girl in elementary school. The first year of high school, her sister was watching her while her parents went on a honeymoon of sorts, and the plane crashed on their way home, no survivors. Blair kind of disappeared after that, never came back to school.

“Maybe I can look her up, see if she can help me with the math side of things?” I suggest, and Kodi laughs, legit laughs.

“Alex, she’ll laugh you out of the office, and you know it. She tried for three years straight to help you with math, and you just couldn’t grasp it. Speak to Crusher, please,” she says, and I groan as I lift my head back just as the back door to the house opens, and I frown.

Kayden is at school looking at the football team with Tray, and Hayes should be at work.

I turn to see the woman I never wanted to see again, her hair now light purple, up in a messy bun, wearing a dress that is basically lace, walking into the kitchen, holding a knife, looking around with caution.

You’ve got to be kidding me?

“Are you sure she’s here?” the idiot whispers, still not noticing me, “How do you even know he lives here? No one knows where he lives!”

“Yeah,” I hear grunted, but not recognizing the voice, “I followed him back one night. She’ll probably be upstairs. I’ll head back to the club, so no one gets suspicious. Stab her then get out, Parker will get her after I give the signal, and tomorrow we’ll go after the brat.”

“Alright, then I’ll get Crusher all to myself,” she mumbles, and I hear a “whatever” before the back door is shut, and I tilt my head as she walks towards the living area, not even looking my way.

Okay, so the woman is an idiot.

“Hey, Kodi, Hayes finishes in the next five minutes. Can you call him and let him know the woman he cheated on me with is currently in the living room holding a knife, and tomorrow she has a plan with a traitor to grab my son,” I say quietly, and she sucks in a breath before muttering, “On it, don’t go doing something stupid,” before she hangs up and I smirk because yeah, I’m so going to be doing something stupid.

Slowly, I get up and walk over to the archway and look into the open, spacious living room to find her scowling at the pictures on the mantel of mine and Hayes life together, and I tilt my head, looking at her properly.

Her hair is thin, her body is like a stick, no meat on her whatsoever and her face is caked in makeup.

She looks like she's in her late forties rather than in her twenties, and I have to admit, it makes me feel good.

“She’s everywhere!” she snaps, and I raise a brow.

“Well, considering it’s my home, not sure what you would think,” I say, and she spins around, but I don’t move from my spot. “Pretty desperate to not only ensure I never came home with those pathetic messages but to break into my home? To come and attack me?”

Her nostrils flare as she holds the knife up, and I actually roll my eyes.

The woman is in stilettos for Christ's sake, and her little helper is nowhere to be seen. How stupid is she?

A rumble of bike roars echoes, and I smirk at the woman whose face has dropped as I confirm, “It would seem that my husband,” I hold up my ring finger, “is home and brought some friends…”

She eyes my ring as her face reddens, which I must admit is amazing that I can even see, considering the makeup she has on. She screeches and holds the knife up in the air and charges towards me, and I get it, I should be scared, but honestly, the Chucky doll is scarier than her.

I step to the side as she gets closer before putting my foot out, and she screams as she trips over my foot, then faceplants into the bannister with a loud thump and falls to the floor, causing the knife in her hand to go through her forearm, making me wince.

Damn, that looked like it hurt.

I eye her and see she’s knocked out, her nose bleeding, and I smirk as I lean against the back of the couch and wait for the men to storm in to try and save the day.

I tilt my head as my husband storms inside, still in his uniform and shouts, “Freckles?” but pauses, seeing Roxy knocked out, then looks my way in shock.

Linc bangs into him and curses before Cage, Killer, Crash and Bones all rush inside.

“Wow, not bad, I always thought the clubhouse was twenty minutes away from here, and I only disconnected the call with Kodi like five minutes ago, maybe…” I say with sass, and Cage mutters, “There’s a small dirt road no one knows about, how uh…”

His words trail off as he tilts his head, seeing that not a scratch is on me, and I smile smugly.

Ha, who needs a man to save you, huh?

“I tripped her up when she charged towards me with the knife, and she crashed into the bannister, knocking herself out in the process and fell onto her own knife. It was quite funny to watch,” I say, and their mouths drop open, but I ignore the brothers and look at my shocked husband and question, “Really? You chose that,” I nod my head to the woman, who I can now see isn’t wearing any underwear or bra underneath her lace, “Over me to comfort you?” I scoff, “A bit pathetic, really.”