Chapter 4
Anchor
I rev my bike as I drive down the road, fucking pissed Summer is walking home, and I pick up my speed so she can’t defy my orders again.
The woman is a pain in the ass, a beautiful one who has stolen my whole fucking heart, but still a pain, nonetheless.
She’s stubborn, likes to look after herself, something I came to learn quite quickly was something her father taught her, and rarely accepts my help on anything, fuck, I had to basically steal her car so Dirty could service it for free.
Damn woman.
The past four months with her have been fucking amazing.
This weekend, not only will she be coming to the club for the first time and meeting the brothers who are dying to finally see who caught my attention, but I’ll also be claiming her.
Both my mama who loves Summer like a daughter, having an amazing relationship since meeting, and my step-mama organizing the party celebration for us for when I hand her my property patch and an engagement ring.
Something I know Summer will claim is too soon but when you know, you know and I fucking know even if we haven’t slept together yet, I fucking know.
She’s mine.
As much as I bitch about her strength, it’s what drew me to her, the fierceness she carries entrancing me.
I look towards Clark’s convenience store, where Trigger's old lady has worked since she was eighteen to support them while Trigger was proving himself within the club.
The man is a fucking idiot for straying on her.
I look around, trying to find my girl, my temper rising, not seeing her before a couple making out, catches my attention as I slow down, the man's hand underneath the woman’s skirt.
I frown that they’re getting frisky right in the open before recognizing them instantly, and I swear my heart fucking stops as anger like no tomorrow fills me.
Motherfucker.
Gabriel, the piece of shit my girl supposedly dumped, moves his hand quicker underneath my fucking girl's skirt quickly, clearly getting her off, and I rev my bike and speed off down the road before turning right, heading back to the club instead of confronting them, my mind reeling, my rational thoughts not even coming in.
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A few minutes later, I park my bike, climb off, and storm into the club, noticing Stone laying into the twins, both looking down, but I don’t stop.
I yet again put her before my fucking job, before my club, and she was…
Motherfucking fucker!
I stomp over to the hallway as Barbie, half-naked, walks out, but she doesn’t get far as I grip her arm and pull her with me, making her gasp and then giggle, knowing she’s about to get what she has tried to get out of me for the last four months.
I was celibate for her, she said she wasn’t fucking ready to take that step, and I held off for her, only for her to be still fucking her ex-boyfriend.
My breathing deepens, being rational not even an option right now, not with this pain filling me, the fucking heartbreak.
Dammit, I want to fucking sob like a pussy.
I thought she was mine, that she was the one but I guess I thought wrong.
I shake my head as I storm into my office, leaving the door open without a care knowing she’ll show up here, knowing she’ll question why I hadn’t picked her up and needing revenge.
I need to hurt her as much as she has just hurt me, without really stopping and thinking, I spin Barbie around and shove her over my desk making her gasps then moan when I grip her G-string and tear it from her body.
Throwing the wet thin fabric away, I quickly pull my jeans down my ass, my soft cock flopping out, not wanting this, but I ignore my lack of reaction to Barbie and grab a condom, thinking of the way Summer came apart on my fingers two nights ago as I tear the wrapper, and my cock finally twitches.
Fucking traitor.
Without thinking, I roll the condom on as my mind blanks, the pain too fucking much to handle, and I put the tip of my cock at her wet entrance before thrusting forward, fucking her hard and fast, then keeping a momentum as Barbie moans and groans.
Nothing registers, the feeling of heartbreak slowly seeps in, my heart cracking and I thrust harder into Barbie, gripping her hair tightly in my fist just as a gasp echoes in my office that doesn’t come from the woman lying on my desk.
I turn my head and lock eyes with Summer’s shocked, hurt ones, eyes I used to be mesmerized by, but now all I see is a traitor.
She breathes heavily as she shakes her head, clearly not comprehending what is going on, and I smirk to add insult to injury despite the consuming pain wanting to tear me apart.
She did this, she lied to me, carried on seeing that cheating punk.
Summer turns on her heel quickly and runs away like a pathetic little bitch, and I pull out of Barbie, who gasps, but I ignore her as I pull the condom off and throw it in the trash before putting my soft dick away and demand, “Get the fuck out!”
“But, Anchor,” Barbie instantly whines, and I lose it. I pick up my chair and fling it across the room and roar, “Get out!”
Barbie gasps and scampers out of my office naked just as Stone rushes in, shock written over his face as he looks at me.
I shake my head as I lean against the wall, breathing heavily, before I slowly sink my ass to the floor and drop my head, not able to look at my desk with what I’ve just done, not able to look at the drawer where the light pink oval diamond engagement ring sits.
She played me, she fucking played me.
“Brother?” Stone questions, and I shake my head. “A young woman just ran outta here in tears before Barbie ran out. Talk to me…” He pleads.
“The first girl was Summer,” I admit with a rasp, heartbreak tearing through me.
“Did you cheat on her?” he asks with no accusation in his voice, only concern.
“No, she cheated on me,” I admit.
“Explain, brother,” he demands firmly.
The brothers said they would do everything to stop me from fucking this up with Summer, but no one said what we should do if she’s the one who fucks up.
“I went to pick her up. She got outta class early, and I was supposed to pick her up, but she said she’d walk, so I could sort the shit out with Mitzy and Glitzy.
I refused and demanded that she stay outside Clark's Convenience store. Only when I got there, her ex-boyfriend had his hand up her skirt.” I admit quietly.
“Are you sure it was what it seemed because brother, she looked fucking heartbroken when she ran outta here,” Stone says quietly, and I finally look up at him, showing him my fucking heartbreak.
“She was kissing him, brother,” I admit, “I drove past because I knew I would kill them both otherwise, and I-I didn’t think, I knew she would come here, wondering why I didn’t pick her up, and I grabbed Barbie.”
“Fuck, Eric,” he sighs as he sits on the edge of my desk.
“I put her on the back of my bike, Cage,” I whisper, “I had a property cut made, something I swore I would never do. Fuck, my mama is actually working with Hannah, something I never thought she would do to create a party this weekend after I claimed Summer.”
Mama still holds grudges against Dad, not because he met and married Hannah, having another child, but because of the treatment I got from my dad when I chose to stay living with my mama.
She hated the silent treatment he gave me out of spite, and once she actually smacked him for it, it sparked an argument between her and Hannah, who didn’t realize what Dad was doing.
It took for Doc’s dad who was pres at the time to explain to Hannah the dynamics and my choice in the living situations to see that her old man was in the wrong.
Even though she was just blindly sticking by her old man, Mama hasn’t got along with her since, despite my little sister, Laura, loving my mama like she was her own blood, spending weekends with her.
It's a weird fucking dynamic.
“Why not go speak to her, brother?” Stone tries, but I shake my head and admit, “If I see her, I’ll kill her for this fucking pain she’s caused inside me.”
“Fuck,” he mutters before I hear, “Doc, I need you to come to the club, it’s Anchor.
” And I slowly close my eyes, trying not to fall a fucking apart but I flinch seeing them kissing in my head, her hands fisted against his chest, and I quickly open them again before Barbie leaning over my desk hits me and everything hits me at once.
My stomach clenches as bile rises, and I quickly turn to the side and puke, causing Stone to curse up a storm, but I ignore him and empty the contents of my stomach, my chest tightening with each heave.
I swear, I’m never going to fucking claim a woman again, never going to fall in love because dammit, this shit it hurts too much for me to handle.