Page 42 of Saving Her
“Sorry, it has been busy here. We’re getting ready to ride to Rutledge. By calculations, we’ll be there sometime around midnight. I think the plan is to attack around one in the morning.”
“You guys sure you got all the firepower you need?”
“Oh yeah. There are a couple branches of the Savage Brothers still here and the same with Devil’s Blaze. Some guy named Beast showed up with his crew this morning. We’re good.”
“You need to be careful out there.”
“Always am. Is there anything going on down that way I need to know about?” I don’t think anything about it when I ask, but as Ford goes silent, I worry. “Ford? Do I need to come back?” I press when he remains quiet.
“No. The club is fine. It’s not that, brother.”
“Then, what is it? I can tell something is going on.”
“Yeah. Shit, man?—”
“Just spit it out,” I grumble, needing to know what is going on.
“Shelby came by today.”
“Fuck, I missed her. I needed to talk with?—”
“She wasn’t alone, King.”
“Huh?” I prompt, not sure what he’s getting at.
“She filed for divorce, King. There was a state police with her. He was serving papers. They could only serve them to you, but I know the guy. I agreed to take them and told him he could always tell them I lied and said I was you if there were issues.”
“I’ll head back the minute this is done. I think I know how to get her to drop it all. I’ll have to?—”
“King, I think you should know she moved in with the cop. They’ve been living together for almost a month.”
“A month? How is that possible? We’re still together. I mean, she’s been away with her grandmother?—”
“Her grandmother decided to move into a retirement village very close to where this cop lives. Shane—that’s the cop’s name—told me himself.” I don’t know what to say to that. I’ve been a fool. “King?”
“I’m fine. I may stay down this way a little longer. Ship me the papers to the SOMC’s clubhouse. I’ll sign them and send them back.”
“Brother—”
“It’s fine, Ford. Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to you once we get finished in Rutledge.”
“Watch your back, King. You hear me?”
“I hear you. Don’t forget to mail those papers.”
“I won’t. I’m damn sorry, brother.”
“Yeah, me too,” I answer, hanging up.
I stare at my phone and throw it against the wall.
“Motherfucker!” I yell.
I stand up and punch the fucking wall, my fist going through the cheap ass paneling that’s been painted over with some shitty yellow color. The destruction does nothing to make me feel better. I reach into my back pocket and pull out the picture of Shelby that I snapped on our wedding day. I look at the purple dress she was wearing. It’s one I bought her a couple of weeks before our wedding. Her favorite color is purple and when I saw it hanging in the window, I knew she would love it. Right now, I’d love to burn the damn thing. I don’t have it, so I do the next best thing. I pull out my lighter and light the corner of the photo. I throw it in a glass ashtray that is sitting on the TV stand and watch the flames eat up the photo until finally I can’t see Shelby’s face anymore. It doesn’t help my pain, but it allows me to contain some of my anger.
Fuck it. She can be one more person in my life that turned their backs on me. I don’t need her.
I don’t need anyone.