“I hate you,” she said.
“I know, and I promise you nothing happened.”
She shook her head. Jerry placed her in the back of the limo and told the driver where to take them.
Once the limo was out of the street, Jerry turned back to them.
“Sorry about that.” The other man looked lost.
“Trouble in paradise?” Devil asked. His president had been there for the wedding.
“You could say that. She’s under the impression I’ve got a mistress hiding somewhere because of what I did with her.” He picked up two of her cases with ease. “She trashed the house the other day in our argument, and now she wants a divorce.”
Curse grabbed the other two cases, and together they entered the house.
“Do you have a mistress?” Devil asked.
Since they settled down, Devil had turned into a gossip.
“No, I’ve not. Fuck, having Melanie as my mistress was a fucking mistake. I saw her when I was away from home and fell for her, but I was married to that fucking viper.” Jerry shook his head. “She’ll soon come around.”
“If not, you’ve got another divorce on your hands,” Pussy said, sounding cheery.
“Great, thank you. Why are you here?”
“Curse wants to kill you,” Devil said, taking a seat in the nearest sofa. “You propositioned his woman, and he’s come to hurt you for it.”
Jerry frowned. “Seriously? A whore convinced you she wasn’t a whore.”
“Mia’s no whore.”
The other man tensed then cursed.
“I had no idea she was taken.” Jerry moved over to the bottles of scotch. “It’s five o’clock somewhere, and I’ve had enough already.”
“Why did you offer her a job as an escort?” Curse asked.
“I offered her a chance to make extra money. She works two jobs, and in case any of you are blind, she’s a fucking stunner. The raven hair, pale skin, and fucking ocean eyes will earn her a fucking fortune.” Jerry took a long swallow of his drink. “I may be married, but I also know how to make fucking money. She’s struggling, and she doesn’t have to.”
“You weren’t going to test out the goods for yourself?” Curse glared at the other man, knowing the fight was leaving him.
“No. Regardless of what others think I’m satisfied with my wife. There are men out there who’d pay for a night with Mia, and she wouldn’t be laboring away for a pittance either. She’s yours, fine. I didn’t mean to overstep the line.”
Turning to Devil, who was smiling, Curse shook his head. “I won’t be killing anyone today.”
“See, we can get through life without killing everything.” Devil got to his feet. “Good luck with your woman.”
“Thanks. It’s going to take more than luck to get me what I want,” Jerry said. “You guys know where the front door is.”
“Wow, that was rather anti-climactic,” Pussy said. They were outside where several schoolgirls passed them, giggling.
All three men sneered at them. None of them were into young girls in the bedroom.
“He was trying to help my woman, not sleep with her. I can’t kill him for that. She works too damn hard.”
Straddling his bike, Curse looked at the other two men.
“Is she going to be your old lady?” Devil asked.
“I don’t know. She won’t be honest with me, but I’ll let you know the moment I do.”
“Once she is, she’ll be under the club protection,” Devil said. “I’m going home to my woman and kids. See you guys later.”
Heading back to the clubhouse, Curse parked his car up and made a note to go sort out Mia’s mother. He needed a wash and a change of clothes.
Going to his room, he paused when he found Ashley sat outside of his door on the floor. Her feet were up to her chest as she stared into space. Clearing his throat, he got her attention. Her eyes were red from crying.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Nothing, I thought it would be nice for us to catch up. It has been a long time since we got to know each other.”
Entering his room, he let Ashley enter. The sound of the lock flicking into place had him turning toward her. She was swigging from a bottle of scotch.
“What are you doing? We’re not going to be fucking. Pussy is downstairs. Give him some attention. I don’t want it.”
She moved to his side, running a hand down his chest, similar to the way Mia had done hours ago.
Catching her wrist, he stopped her from going down any further. “I said no.”
“Come on, Curse, you know how much you love to fuck me?”
He frowned, staring at her. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and he grew suspicious. Ashley was a sweet woman even with her preference for sex.