Chapter Six
It’s been two months since my argument with Snake, and we have become inseparable. Marie still hangs out at the club, but we don’t talk. Snake shows her no attention, and that doesn’t make her very happy, based on the evil looks she throws my way. I think she planned on ending our relationship with that bit of information she had, but I wasn’t willing to give up so easily.
Snake and I walk hand in hand through the clubhouse door. We just returned after a long ride on his bike and sitting out at the pond for a while. I love it out there; it’s the only place where it’s just us, where we can talk, laugh, and daydream about our future.
“Look at the little lovebirds walking through the door,” Marie taunts.
Stopping in my tracks, I turn in her direction. “What is your problem?”
“You’re my problem.” She shoots up from the couch and rushes over to us.
“What did I ever do to you, Marie?” My brows pull down in confusion.
“Victoria: always the perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect friend—and then the first guy that you show interest in falls in love with you too.” She leans in closer so our faces are inches apart. “But…I had him first, and you took him! How does it feel to get my sloppy seconds?” Marie straightens back up with an evil laugh spewing out of her. I stay quiet as she goes on. “Ever since we were little, I was compared to you. The boys at school would show me attention just to try and get closer to you, but you were always so clueless. Fucking clueless to it all! That’s what you did to me.” Her hands ball into fists at her sides in anger. “I want you to hurt like I’ve been hurting for years because of you.”
I let her have her word—now it’s my turn. “You are the most selfish bitch I have ever met.” My eyes narrow. “Maybe if you would keep your legs closed, you wouldn’t have a problem keeping a man for yourself. Or maybe if you actually dated instead of sleeping around. I can’t take something away from you that was never yours to keep. Don’t ever refer to Snake as sloppy seconds again, do you understand? All you are is a hateful, manipulative bitch, and our friendship is over.” I’m seething; my breathing is rapid and my body is shaking.
Snake starts pulling me through the bar. “Don’t let her get to you.”
“She already has.” My angry eyes meet his.
“Snake, you wanna tell her what happened the night she left?” Marie calls after us.
We both come to a dead stop and turn around. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Snake questions; his brows furrow. He doesn’t have a clue what she’s talking about, and neither do I.
“Ah…” Marie laughs so hard she doubles over and holds her belly. “You haven’t figured it out yet.” She wipes the tears from her eyes.
“Spit it out, Marie,” I demand.
“Oh, alright, if I must.” She sighs deeply and places her hand on her hip. “Tell her how you fucked me that night, Snake.”
My eyes snap to Snake. “What is she talking about?”
“I don’t know?” His brows pull down; his eyes meet mine. “Tell me you came back that night! Tell me you’re the one that came into my room!” His tone is frantic, his eyes wide.
“No, I didn’t.” My heart slams in my chest and I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“That’s right, Snake; you were so fucked up that night you couldn’t tell the difference between me and your own girlfriend. All I had to do was wait for the perfect time, sneak in, and whisper in your ear. Your best friend even knew and didn’t try to stop it. Everyone knows she doesn’t belong here,” Marie brags like she did something good.
“Vic, go in my room and wait there,” Snake commands in a tone so harsh it’s scary.
I will get my answers soon, but right now I think I need to do what he says, no matter how bad I want to run, or despite the fact that my heart just got a healthy dose of venom from the bite of Snake. I feel it slowly dying as I trek to his room, sit on the bed, and wait for the poison to flow, ending it all.
No way would my brother, Deuce, my best fucking friend, keep that shit from me. Thinking back to that night, I go over it in my head.
Vic slams the door shut. I’m pissed off at Marie, pissed at myself, and now I may have lost the woman I love. My guilt gets the better of me; I let her walk out, not even bothering to chase after her. I throw myself on my bed, trying to think of any way I can make this better.
Eventually I get up and head to the bar. “Reap, give me a double.” I slam my hand down on the counter, take a seat on the stool, and look around the bar. Fucking Marie! I know she’s Vic’s best friend and all, but I can’t stand that bitch. She walks around here like she’s God’s gift to my brothers when, really, she ain’t no better than the rest of the whores around here. At least the other whores didn’t fuck up my relationship—at least they know their place around here. Marie is too fucking comfortable here and I don’t like it. I don’t even understand why Vic ever wanted to be friends with Marie, because all the girl does is treat my woman like shit. And now here we are; Marie’s caused problems between Vic and me. She ain’t no real friend, that’s for fuckin’ sure. I’ve never expressed how I feel about Marie to Vic because I don’t want to upset her. Maybe she learned what a selfish, manipulative bitch her friend is today.
I snatch up the glass and down the harsh liquor. “Two more,” I yell out, and that’s how the next however many hours are spent.
My fuckin’ head is spinning and my vision has doubled. Trying to stand off the stool, I lose my balance and fall on my ass.
“Sumbish!”
Gripping the legs of the stool, I use all my energy and try to pull myself back up. It takes a few tries, but I finally make it.
“Let me help you.” Deuce’s voice rings in my ear, but it sounds so far away.
“Nah, I gots tit.” He chuckles at my slurring words, and I lazily tap his shoulder as I pass him.
The hallway narrows as I slowly walk towards it. My body slams into each side of the walls as I trek to my room. Finally making it, I slam the door behind me and yank my shirt and cut off. Well, after the shirt got caught on my head and I went around and around in circles several times, I got it off.
I attempt to take my jeans off, but my feet get stuck and I fall on my ass once again, so I stay sitting and finally figure out I need to take my boots off first.
Shit! I’m so wasted.
Deciding I don’t really need to stand anymore, I crawl over to my bed, grip the comforter, and tiredly pull myself up. Falling onto my bed, I close my eyes and wish for the spinning to go away. I haven’t been this fucked up in, well, ever.
I don’t know how long I’ve been lying here, but I hear my door open and close. I can’t bring myself to open my eyes to see who it is—plus, it’s pitch-black in here anyway. A body crawls over me. “Vic?” I question, hoping like hell it’s her after our fight.
“Yes,” she whispers against my ear. “I’m sorry.” Her tongue skims across the shell of my ear. She kisses down my neck. My hands reach out for her and she’s already completely naked.
Gripping her hips, I edge her closer to my cock. “Me too. Love you.” She wraps her hand around me and lowers herself down until I’m all the way inside. When she starts moving it feels so fucking good, but something feels different, and I don’t know what it is.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
My hands grip her hips as her body rocks seductively and sensually against mine. Her cries fill the quiet room and something is off, but I can’t think straight. The alcohol has me so dazed and I’m so close to coming—I can’t stop. “Vic,” I groan as my release takes over. I’m beyond fucked from all the liquor, and now, exhausted from fucking my woman, I find myself falling deeper and deeper into an abyss.
Thundering my way towards Marie, I wrap my fingers around her neck and push her back against the wall. There’s not an ounce of fear in her beady little eyes, only shining amusement.
“Why?” I growl in her face, my fingers tightening around her scrawny neck and cutting off some of her air supply.
“Because she deserved it!” she hisses back.
My other hand raises. I have never laid a hand on a woman, but I am getting ready to now.
She glances at my hand; her eyes widen in surprise. “I’m pregnant with your baby!” she blurts out. My hand immediately drops, and so does my grip around her neck. “I tampered with the condom and you knocked me up on the first attempt. Way to go, Snake,” she taunts.
I can’t deal with her anymore right now—I’m too fucking pissed off. “She didn’t deserve what you fucking did! You’re an evil bitch! Go to fucking hell where you belong.”
I turn to walk away, only to see Deuce standing by the bar with his arms crossed over his chest. “And you were supposed to be my fucking brother.” I point at him as I charge his way. “You knew how fucked up I was that night. Why? Why would you not stop that bitch from coming in my room?” Balling up my fist, I swing, connecting with his jaw.
“She was too good for this place. She’s fucking innocent and she doesn’t belong here. Stick to your own kind, Snake. I was trying to help you.” He rubs his jaw; he doesn’t even try hitting me back.
My fist connects with his nose; blood gushes out, and it’s evident I broke it. “Fuck!” he yells out before trying to tackle me. I get the better of him, though, and land punch after punch to his face.
“Enough,” Reap grunts, pulling me off Deuce. “Go calm down.” He pats me on the back. “Go talk to your woman.”
I walk away, feeling betrayed by my brother and deceived by a fucking whore who now says she’s pregnant with my baby. How am I supposed to explain this to Vic? There is no way she will stay with me after this—I have to prepare myself for the outcome.
I heard the fight going on, but I couldn’t bear to walk out there. I don’t acknowledge Snake when he comes back in the room, and it’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop. “Is it true?” I ask; looking down at my feet.
“Let me explain.” Snake rushes over and drops to the ground in front of me. Placing his hands on my knees, he tries to get me to look at him.
“I don’t want your explanation. I want you to tell me if it’s true.” My hard stare burns into his blue eyes.
“Yes, but I swear I thought it was you. There’s something else I need to tell you.” All the color drains from his normal olive complexion. “She’s pregnant and says it’s mine.” My eyes shoot to his.
“Oh my God! This can’t be happening.” Pushing Snake away from me, I stand and quickly go for the door. “I can’t do this with you anymore. It’s too much, Snake—we’re over.”
He follows me into the hallway. “Vic, don’t walk away. We can get through this,” he pleads, and I spin around to face him.
Laughing without humor, I ask, “You think we can get over this? Really, Snake? Enlighten me on how. Because… I forgave you once, and now I find out that you cheated on me and you got my best friend pregnant.”
“I know it sounds bad, but…” He starts walking towards me.
I hold my hand up, cutting him off. “What sounds bad, Snake, is that you would expect me to be with you while you play family with my former best friend.” I turn to leave, and this time he doesn’t stop me.
I reach the bar and see Marie sitting on one of the couches, laughing with some of the other women. I yell out, “I hope you’re happy.” Holding my arms out, I go on. “You won. You destroyed me in the process, but you won. He’s yours now, Marie, but he will never love you. No one will ever love you, because you are nothing but a pathetic, vile piece of shit.”
As I throw the bar door open, I hear her respond, “I am happy now, thank you very much.”
Outside the clubhouse door, I fall to the ground, vomiting until I have nothing left. Tears cascade down my face and an anger I have never felt before boils inside of me. What did I ever do to deserve this kind of punishment? Has Marie really hated me so much that she wanted to destroy me? Well, she accomplished her goal—me and Snake are over.