Chapter 31 Blaze
“Blaze!” I heard my captain bellow. I benched the weights I was lifting and stood up to find out what the noise was about. I found him on the floor with a crisp man in a fancy suit standing beside him.
“This is the man you’re after,” Captain said to the suit, indicating me, then walked away, dismissing the both of us.
“Mr. Lovelace? I’m Darcy Emmerson. Pleased to meet you.” The suit held out his hand pleasantly. I reached forward to shake it as my captain disappeared into his office but left the door open for some reason.
“Blaze,” I corrected him. “Good to meet you too.”
He gave me a weird smile.
“I believe your opinion will change soon. Is there a private office where we may talk?”
The way he said that raised my suspicions. My gut told me that this was not going to be a pleasant conversation.
I folded my arms, pushing out my biceps.
“We can have that conversation here,” I demanded. The suit’s eyebrows raised up.
“Are you sure, Mr. Lovelace?”
I glared at him.
“Very well then.” He nodded. “I represent Daisy Lovelace, nee Smith. She has formally commenced divorce proceedings due to irreconcilable differences, and I’m here to personally deliver the paperwork.
” His grin reminded me of a shark, while his eyes looked me up and down.
“But we are willing to change this to at fault due to adultery, if you so wish.”
What?! Divorce?! I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. Daisy wanted to divorce me? No way. I was the best thing that ever happened to her. Molly and Matchstick told me so. I felt my fists tense in reaction to the adrenaline coursing through my body. I didn’t believe it. This guy was lying.
I glared at him. “This is not a funny prank,” I growled. He chuckled humourlessly and shook his head.
“It’s not a prank.” The slimeball grinned again.
“Daisy is divorcing you.” He paused, and then added maliciously, “Oh, and might I remind you that any act of violence against my person can, and will result in an assault charge, which obviously can, and I assure you will affect your employment as an employee of the city.”
A roaring anger raged through my head at his words. He didn’t back down when I stepped towards him, my blood boiling in my ears.
“Daisy is not divorcing me. She’s mine!”
“Blaze, stop! That is an order!” My captain’s voice broke through as he stepped in between me and the fucking shark of a lawyer. I felt arms grip me to hold me back, and then pull me into our change rooms.
The last thing I heard the slime ball say was, “Thank you for your interception. Here is my card and the associated paperwork. Please advise Mr. Lovelace to give it to his lawyer, and we will discuss arrangements. There are some financial details I need from him to determine a fair and equitable settlement, as requested by Daisy, and assure him that she only wants what’s fair and to move on with her life. ”
The captain barrelled into the change rooms, red-faced with anger.
“What the fuck was that?” he yelled.
“That slimeball said my wife wants to divorce me!”
“What wife?” The rookie turned to me in confusion. “You’re married? Since when?”
I just growled at him.
“Stand down, Blaze! Head home, find a lawyer, or whatever you need to do to get your head straight. You’re done for today.” The captain’s voice calmed down the longer he talked. It’s a pity my panic didn’t.
* * *
I punched the bag in the club-owned gym again and again.
Daisy wanted to divorce me. Me! The guy that fucking waited for 4 years for her to get over her tantrum.
I threw everything into the combo against the bag.
So what if I played around a little in my spare time?
I came home to her. I only ever slept in her bed.
I gave her everything I was supposed to: a house, a baby, jewelry, and status, and she wanted to walk away from all that.
The more I hit, the more I thought. The more I thought, the angrier I got.
How dare she even think about divorcing me?
I. Am. Her. Husband! She’s mine. I missed the bag with my last punch and fell on the floor.
The sound of slow clapping echoed in the shed.
“Wow, encore, encore! What do you do for a dollar?”
“What the fuck do you want, Horse?” I growled, crawling to my feet. The pissant grinned and flipped over a chair to sit on.
“Heard you get served,” Bear grumbled as he walked into the shed. I rolled my eyes. I should have known he wasn’t far behind. Those two were just about joined at the hip.
“D. I. V. O. R. C. E!” Horse cheered. “Finally, you can screw the townies honestly. No more cheating.”
“I did not cheat!”
Horse laughed his braying laugh. “Yeah, you did. In all the time I’ve known you, you’ve been screwing anything that flashed their pussy at you…while you said you’re married? Dude, screwing any woman other than your ol’lady is cheating in my books.”
Bear looked at me, frowning. He clamped down on Horse to shut him up.
“Blaze, what do you consider cheating?” Bear asked.
“It’s having two girls on the go,” I explained.
“Isn’t that what you did?”
I glared at him. “I came home to Daisy every night. I only had a relationship with her, I only bought her shit, I took her places, and she rode on the back of my bike. No one, no one else did that shit with me. Only her. I only had a relationship with her.”
Horse shrugged off Bear’s hand and stood up.
“You’re fucked in the head, Blaze,” he said seriously and walked out.
Bear stood silently, shaking his head slowly.
“What?” I snarled.
“He’s right, Dude. Where did you get such a fucked up view of relationships?”
I kept glaring at him until he shifted.
“You’re fucked, Blaze, seriously. An ol’lady has a right to expect that her man keeps his dick in his pants. It’s basic respect. Every time you pull it out and stick it in someone else when she has a problem with it, you’re disrespecting her.” He turned around and started walking out.
“Molly never had a problem with Matchstick doing it,” I yelled at him.
“Daisy isn’t Molly,” he yelled back over his shoulder, then he paused.
“Where’s Daisy’s kutte?” he asked.
“Why the fuck do you care?”
He stared me down. “Every ol’lady has a kutte and was wearing it at your party, except Daisy. Just want to know why.”
“None of your Goddamn business,” I snapped.
Bear nodded. “Might tell you why she’s divorcing you,” he rumbled before walking away, then he yelled “Hey Horse, might get some free pussy tonight if Blaze ain’t going.”
“Hell yeah! Although, I’m thinking of waiting until Daisy is free. I can keep it in my pants for her.”
“What if she doesn’t want you, mother fucker?”
“Her loss, but you can’t say she’s not worth waiting for.”
Bear rumbled his agreement.
“Yeah, she’s not my type, but she’s certainly something. Definitely deserves better than that piece of shit.”
I turned and started punching the bag again.
Fuckers thought they could steal my woman, they could fucking think again.
I don’t care that they were officers in the club.
I stopped. They were officers. Bear was the Sergeant at Arms, and Horse was information.
Both of them could offer Daisy a better deal.
And both were willing to give her what Shaquilla said women wanted.
I didn’t think Daisy was like that, but maybe she was.
I walked to the bench, unwrapping the bandages around my fists. Maybe Shaquilla’s advice was right. Maybe I’d give up the free pussy. Maybe that’d stop this divorce nonsense. I dropped my head as I dropped my ass on the bench.
The door opened and Midwife came in whistling. He seemed to be in a good mood lately.
“You sound happy,” I commented. He grinned.
“Yep.” He swung his bag to drop on the bench nearby.
“I heard you finally got yourself a girl?” I teased. His grin got larger.
“Shit, you finally getting some?”
Midwife shook his head, pulling a towel out of his bag.
“Not yet, but once her divorce is finalized, I’m not letting her go,” he told me as he blinded me with his grin. Then he patted me on the shoulder.
“By the way, thanks for showing me how not to treat her.” He spun around and started whistling again. What the fuck did he mean by that? I packed up my shit and stomped out of the club gym. These guys were nuts.