Boz
MY EX-WIFE comes into the office and smiles at me. “Smoke said you wanted to see me.”
Without even waiting for my reply, Cherry starts to pull her shirt over her head. As always, she thinks that when I call her into my office, I’m just looking for a good fuck. It has happened, more than I’d like to admit, but not right now.
I ignore her lace-covered tits and say, “Heard you were talking to one of Hoss’ men a few days ago.”
“What?” she asks, hesitating for just a second before tossing her shirt on the floor.
I wait until she shimmies out of her skirt before replying, “Brew said he saw you in town talking to a man wearing a Revenge cut.”
She shakes her head and tells me, “I may have run into one of Hoss’ boys, but I can’t remember. You know, I’ve met them all.”
I wait until she steps out of her heels and say, “You need to think real hard, and remember who you were talking to.”
Without saying a word, she reaches around and unhooks her bra, dropping it to the floor. Cupping her naked breasts, she says, “I have better things to think about.”
The smile on her face lets me know she thinks I will let this shit drop if she continues to lose her clothes. Even after the divorce, I’ve never turned down her pussy. It was just too damn good to pass up. Today, that changes.
Staring straight into her eyes, I lower my voice to a menacing whisper. “Cherry, I want you to tell me who you were talking to.”
Her hands are at her panties when she says, “I really don’t remember what Brew is talking about. If I saw one of the Revenge boys, I don’t know who he was.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I change tactics. “What about you being in my office a few weeks ago? I walked in and caught you with your hands in my desk?”
“I told you, I was just waiting for you to come in. I was looking for paper to leave you a note, since I didn’t have time to wait anymore,” she says, pushing her panties to the floor.
I’m just about to ask her something else when the phone rings. I look at it and see that it’s Brew calling. “Yeah?” I answer.
“We got Trix, boss, but there’s two of them,” Brew says, sounding pissed.
“What the fuck do you mean, there’s two?” I ask, anger filling my voice. Can’t these boys do anything without fucking shit up? I’m getting used to Crank screwing up, but Brew has a good head on his shoulders. That’s why he wears my Sergeant at Arms patch.
“We followed her to the mall, which took for-fucking-ever. I thought her ass was gonna shop the whole night. I figured we’d follow her to wherever she was going and then get her when she was going back to her car. Only problem is, she wasn’t alone when she walked out,” he says before taking in a deep breath. “Still, I figured we could pick her up later, but Crank wouldn’t listen. He damn near ran their asses over with the van and jumped out before I could stop him.”
“Stupid motherfucker,” I mutter, my anger boiling over.
Brew takes a breath before adding, “He grabbed her right then, so I didn’t have a choice but to get the other bitch. She was screaming like fuck. She would’ve had the police on us if I hadn’t gotten control of her.”
After the shit that went down with the shipment, I should’ve known better than to trust Crank with this. The motherfucker had just made one mistake; I shouldn’t have given him a chance to make another. Running a hand through my hair, I take a frustrated breath. “What the hell is going on with him fucking everything up?”
“I don’t know, brother, but I think that’s something you need to take up with him. Still, I’ll tell you, if we were voting him in right now, he wouldn’t get my fucking vote for a cut,” Brew answers, still sounding angry as fuck.
I can hear Crank mumbling in the background, but Brew doesn’t even bother responding to him. Instead, he gives me an update. “We should be at the clubhouse in five. Be ready, because neither one of these bitches are gonna be easy to handle.”
With that, he hangs up, and I shove my phone back in my pocket. I turn around and see Cherry on the floor, naked ass in the air. She is looking at me, waiting for her orders. I flick my hands toward the door. “Get dressed and get the fuck out.”
She pushes herself off the floor and places her hands on her naked hips. “You don’t want to fuck?”
I shrug, not bothering to answer her, knowing she will be even more pissed at my silence. Instead, I walk over to the fridge. I grab a beer then head to my desk to sit down. Cherry starts picking up her clothes, huffing with each move she makes. The entire time, her eyes are trained on me.
“Did you really just call me in here to ask me a bunch of fucking questions?” she asks as she pulls her panties up her legs.
I cock my brow at her, realizing our conversation isn’t over. “Yeah, I did. I’m too busy to finish right now, though, so plan on finishing this later.”
She fluffs her hair, pushing out her tits. “Does it matter if I don’t want to finish it later? I don’t even know why I asked that. Everyone knows the answer to that question. You’re a selfish bastard, always have been. What difference does it make how I feel, as long as you get what you want?”
“Don’t go there, Cherry,” I warn, coming close to losing my patience. I may want her pissed enough to start spouting shit, but I’m not gonna put up with her mouth.
She yanks on her skirt and says, “You never care about anyone but yourself. You get done with someone, you just kick them to the curb.”
“Same old song and dance, Cherry. I’m getting tired of hearing it,” I reply before taking another drink.
She keeps throwing this shit in my face, but I tried. I fucking tried as hard as I could. I’ve seen enough marriages fall apart; I didn’t want that to happen to us. Even though she was carrying another man’s kid, I stayed by her side. We weren’t living the life I wanted, but we tolerated each other without fighting constantly. Then she came home and told me she had an abortion. She didn’t want to have a baby that wasn’t mine. In spite of everything that she had done, I couldn’t believe she would take it that far. She killed the kid, even though I was willing to raise someone else’s child as my own. That same night, I packed up her shit and took her to her dad’s place. The next morning, I filed for divorce.
She finishes getting dressed and slides her shoes back on. Then, she stomps to the door and pulls it open. As usual, Grim comes running in and almost knocks her down. “Stupid dog, always getting in someone’s way,” she mutters just before stepping in the doorway. She turns back and looks at me. “Don’t call me the next time your dick is hard.”
As angry as I am, I can’t hold back my laugh. “I didn’t call you because my dick was hard, and don’t talk to my dog like that.”
“Fuck you, Boz. You and your piece of shit mutt,” she says before flipping me the bird. “You’ll get what’s coming to you soon enough.”
Finally, she’s starting to break. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll find out,” she replies and starts to stomp out the door.
Shouting out her name, I stop her just before she breaks away. “Cherry! We’re gonna have a long talk, and you will tell me what I want to know, or you’ll wish you did.”
She turns away and keeps walking. Her mumbled, “whatever,” reaches my ear.
I’m done with Cherry; this is the last damn straw. Even if she is my VP’s sister, she has to be taught a lesson. The bitch will learn, and she will learn really damn quickly, not to fuck with me.
“Come here, boy,” I say to Grim as he walks over to my side. He gives my hand a lick before looking up at me with his big, brown eyes.
“Don’t listen to that bitch. We both know you’re smarter than she is,” I say, laughing as I rub him between his ears. He sits down, wagging his tail, knowing I’m right.