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I leave Jennifer at home and head back to the clubhouse, as much as I wanted to stay with her and talk more, fuck her a few times, before the kids got off from school, I just couldn’t. Too much anger is still rooted inside my veins.
Grabbing my phone I text my son Weston, letting him know I won’t be home tonight and to help with his siblings. I know they are all old enough to care for themselves, but Jennifer will probably want to play mother hen to them all anyway.
Bitches roam around the room, making my cock twitch. Jennifer hired a new girl recently, but I don’t see her here. “Where’s the new girl?” I ask Gunner who’s still drowning his sorrows into his drink. Fucker lost a woman a few months back, because of a club whore drama. And he lost Penny. Although Penny is not gone completely, she’s still in town. So, I’m not sure what the fuck Gunner is gonna do about that.
“Not interested in being a whore. Was hired for the strip club but that’s it.”
Well fuck, there goes my chance at breaking in a new girl. Guess I’ll have to settle for good old Butterface, if she’s here tonight. But right now, I need a drink, something fucking strong enough to help me deal with the bullshit that is now in my life.
Part of me thinks I should have just kept Megan around; bitch didn’t want her own kids after she thought her only son was dead. And I was fine living life with her, but now, I have a woman I want to spend my life with, build a life with, have kids with, and I can’t have that.
“What has you in such a piss-poor mood,” Gunner grumbles.
“Woman can’t have kids, pissed off about it.”
Gunner snorts. “Brother, you already knocked up half the bitches in town, why you want more?”
“Fuck off,” I mutter as I slap him in the back of the head.
“Don’t even know why you’re with Big Tits, bitch is beyond broken.”
Getting out of my seat, it screeches back before teetering over and I get in Gunner’s face. The music dies down and everyone watches us. I don’t give a fuck. I grab him by the neck and toss him to the floor, my fist itching to teach him a lesson. “What’s your problem, huh? Pissed I got a bitch and you don’t? You lost two of them.”
“Fuck you!” he spits out, trying to get out of my grasp.
I snarl in his face before Hangman has me by the back of the neck pulling me off Gunner. “The fuck is going on here?” he booms.
“Fucker was saying shit he had no business fucking saying,” I tell him honestly.
“That true, Gunner? Only reason you should be on your ass like you are now is because you said something about an old lady.” Hangman’s starting to get pissed now.
“It was fucking nothing, alright? Fuck!” He groans as he stands up.
“I may have issues in my relationship right now but fuck you for thinking you can say shit. At least I have someone to warm my dick.” I spit on the floor by his foot, and he glares at me. “Get your shit together, man, before you fuck up everything this club stands for.” I walk away, picking up my glass and throw it against the wall.
He didn’t lie in anything he said, it’s true, Jennifer is fucking broken, but broken I can fix.