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He flinches, and I curl my lip at the bitch before I turn and command, “Take the trash out boys. I have to see if I can come up with over twelve grand, no thanks to my scheming husband and son,” and I walk back to the dining room before taking a seat, leaving them shocked before I groan seeing the numbers definitely haven’t changed.

“And this is why I never dreamed when growing up,” I mutter before I grab a pen and paper to see if I can get any loans.

I may not know what will happen with Hayes and me, I may not know if I can try again with him, but I do know with the help of Kodi making me understand. I cannot be an accountant, the several attempts at the tests prove that and for once, I want to do something for me, something that will make my son proud. Prove to him if you work hard, you can have your dreams and mine is skating, whether it’s teaching or just skating freely, that is my dream. The ice, always the ice.

Chapter 25

Crusher

I blink as my wife goes to the dining room, and her words swim in my head.

Twelve K?

“What does she need twelve thousand dollars for?” Cage asks perplexed, completely ignoring the knocked-out woman before us, while my dad complains, “I can’t believe you’ve lived here all along.”

I roll my eyes and say, “Pres, take the bitch to the outhouse. I need a quick word with my wife,” and I step over an unconscious, soon-to-be-dead Roxy, and walk towards the dining area, Crash’s, “Good luck,” following me, and I give him the middle finger, making him chuckle.

I notice Alexiana instantly, her shoulders hunched, a pen and paper in hand, while she stares at the screen. I walk over to her before gently wrapping my arms around her and looking at the screen. A big smile appears, seeing what she’s researching.

“So, this is what you’ll need twelve thousand for,” I murmur as I gently kiss her neck, causing her to shiver against me and even though she probably doesn’t want to, her body melts into mine.

“And more probably,” she huffs, and I sigh because she won’t rely on me for the money.

Fuck’s sake.

“What’s it going to take?” I ask, and she turns her head and raises a brow, and I smile at how unruly her hair is today, making her look so fucking beautiful.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“For you to accept my help,” I answer her, and she flinches, but I continue, “I get it, it’s hard to allow others to help you. It’s hard to allow me in after what I did, but surely you can see how much I fucking love you, how much I am trying here,” I press a kiss against her shoulder, “Skating is who you are, baby, it’s who you’ve always been so please, forget about what I did for just a moment, one moment. Put yourself first because for the past eight years, you’ve been putting our son first and his needs and I’m telling you, book the fucking class, my cards are saved on the laptop, please…”

I kiss her head and breathe her in before I whisper, “I love you, Alexiana, I’m doing everything that you want me to do, please, do this for me, for our son, be happy with a career we all know you’ll love,” before I take a step back and whisper, “I’ll be back soon,” then storm through the house, passing two prospects cleaning up the blood from that bitch and head towards my bike, feeling very fucking happy that I was already turning into gateway when Knuckles called.

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Sobbing echoes the walls as I storm into the outhouse and slam the door behind me, gaining everyone's attention, and Roxy, instead of pleading, shakes with fear, already seeing her fate.

No one comes after my wife, and over the years, even before I fucked up, she saw how devoted I was to Alexiana. She knew she took advantage of me twice, she knows I never would have touched her if I wasn’t so fucking intoxicated and emotional.

“Damn, don’t think I’ve ever seen someone sitting in that chair and not plead for their life,” my dad comments as I remove my cut and throw it against the wall, hitting the chair.

I don’t like hurting women, actually, I fucking detest it. This woman though? She took it a step too far all because I didn’t want her, which is so fucking pathetic, and yet the woman I do want is trying her hardest not to want me.

Fuck my life.

“She knows he was never hers,” Cage mentions as I round towards the table and pick up the gun.

As I said, I don’t like hurting women, so I won’t torture her.

“Wait,” she chokes as I bring up the gun and I raise a brow at her last-ditch effort but anger soon shoots as the room tenses when she whispers, “you have a traitor, a brother, he was the one who let me in, the one who took me to the property, I-I, he’s been sleeping with Alexiana’s father, he’s in bed literally with the Chargers, please…”

Son of a bitch.

“Who?” Cage demands as he takes a step forward while I keep the gun aimed at her head, but I don’t shoot.

She’s telling the truth, I know that for a fact because normally her right eye twitches, it’s her tell, one everyone fucking knows, and she’s keeping eye contact with me.

“Not until you let me go,” she chokes, and I flare my nostrils.