Chapter 69 Blaze
I sagged against the garage door watching her go. I felt sick. Shaquilla was right. I was a selfish asshole, and had just watched my wife drive out of my life.
I’d been taught about women by Matchstick. But it was wrong. All his advice was so wrong. I thought I had everything, could do anything. But now I lost it all. The girl who was supposed to be my everything had just driven off to be with someone who was willing to be everything for her.
My own father disliked Matchstick. He told me off for spending so much time with him. But I loved the lifestyle he lived. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. Except it was really Molly letting him do it…and Daisy was not Molly. She was so much more. She was worth more.
She was a fucking nurse. She wasn’t just working a crap cleaning or admin job at the hospital. She was successful. She’d put herself through school, and created a career for herself, and she had done it all without me, actually in spite of me. She was tougher than I ever thought possible.
“Is she still here?” a nervous voice trembled up the driveway. I looked at Molly as she crept up, and shook my head to say no.
“Did she accept the jewelry?” she asked. Again I shook my head.
Molly huffed. “She’s so stubborn. I just made one mistake,” she whined.
I looked at her. “Don’t insult my ex-wife,” I told her, pushing myself upright and pulling the door closed.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” she pouted. I turned and strode to my bike, ignoring her.
“Blaze.” She caught my arm as I walked past. “I thought maybe you and Dylan can come for dinner one night? I haven’t seen you at all lately.”
I shook my head again. “I’m heading out.”
“Oh, I could look after Dylan for you.” she offered.
Again, I shook my head, and disengaged my arm.
“I don’t think so, Molly. He’s staying with Shaquilla. They’ve organized some sleepovers with D2. I don’t think that’s something you’d enjoy.”
Molly paled. Bull had found out about her comments about his daughter, and her attitude towards his wife.
She’d had to find a new place in town, seeing as he’d evicted her.
She wasn’t a club member, only an associate.
He was still dubious about her coming to the clubhouse, but allowed it for now.
Molly knew she was on shaky ground if she wanted to stay connected.
I swung my leg over my bike and started it up to leave. Tomorrow, I’d also start moving Dylan and myself into this house. It was time to move on. My old dreams and life were dead. I’d better start living the one I’d been dealt.
Time to grow up.