Page 2 of Empower

“I can’t believe you would say that to me. Everything I’ve given you?”

I didn’t even bother to explain that shit. It would take at least a year for me to lay all the shit she hadn’t given me, and I didn’t have that kind of time. I had somewhere to be.

And unlike her, I wouldn’t miss it, nor would I be fucking late for it.

“What’s today’s date?” I asked her.

“It’s the fourteenth. See, I’m not some dumb blonde.”

“And?” I asked.

I waited a beat for her to go on. But the dumb bitch didn’t take the hand I had given her to help her out of the hole she had been digging herself in for years.

“Right. You don’t even remember. Fuck this shit. I’m fucking done. You have an hour to pack all your shit and get the fuck out of my house, Raine’s, and gone from my life.”

Her face paled for a split second then she got this nasty look on her face, and I knew what was coming, which she proved with her next words, “If you do this Storm, I’m going to tell the world all about your club,” she taunted, thinking she had the upper hand.

I threw my head back and laughed.

Once I got it under control, I asked, “Yeah, and what are you going to tell them? That we’re a bunch of motorcycle enthusiasts?”

“Noone brings in the kind of money y’all do without some shady shit.” She snapped.

I rubbed my beard-covered chin, “Well if you go that route, everything you’ve ever bought with my money could be confiscated as evidence.”

I didn’t let her say anything to that and continued, “And seeing as you had nothing when you met me, everything you supposedly own is technically mine. Hmm, I wonder, since I never put your name on my accounts, but gave you a card to use for necessities, if I could file charges on you. I gotta look that one up.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me. I’m the mother of your child.” The bitch said with a smirk.

“That’s funny, ever since you walked in the door, not once have you cared to ask about your so-called child.”

“How could I? You jumped down my throat the minute I walked in the door.”

“Asking where you’ve been since I thought on this particular date, a parent should be with their child is me jumping down your throat?”

She didn’t say anything just lifted a brow, and that caused me to shake my head, wondering what in the fucking hell I saw in her all those years ago.

“You haven’t even asked where Raine is,” I said with a sorrowful tone for my daughter.

“She’s with Bridget. Like she always is. And where she’ll be for the remainder of the day since something in your club always comes first.”

“Nothing comes before my daughter. And you, nor anyone else can say otherwise.” I knew what she meant by that shit. She just didn’t have the balls to say it.

That Raine and the club came before her, just like they always would, because she hasn’t done anything to deserve being put in that place.

“Pretty fucking bad she thought Bridget was her mother. And no one can fucking blame her. If you’re not on your back, your knees for other men, then you’re out with your so-called friends spending money left and fucking right.”

“Well, what else do I have, Storm? I can’t work. I can’t deal with the looks from the town’s folk knowing that I’m the woman to a biker.”

“Funny, you don’t mind that tie when you need something.”

I shook my head with this shit, I was done, which was why I pulled my phone from my pocket, and called my VP, all the while ignoring the bitch who was yapping about shit that should be hers and shouldn’t have thrown in her face.

The moment Red answered, I said, “Bring a couple of the brothers to my place, with trash bags.”

He was silent for a beat, then asked, “Is the cum dumpster heading out?”

“Fucking right.”