Chapter 3
Crusher – Two Months Later
I breathe heavy as confetti cannons spray the field, and a chuckle escapes me as I shake my head in shock as I stand at the end zone. My team sprints towards me, and the crowd goes fucking wild.
We just won the fucking championship, holy shit!
I blink then blink again before I’m tackled, and I laugh, holy shit, we just won the championship!
I’m lifted then bounced and I laugh before my eyes go to the sidelines where my girl is jumping up and down.
She is standing with Linc, who has agreed to prospect for the club, for me.
I’ll be fucking sponsoring him, taking full responsibility for him before my eyes go to the crowd and pride shoots through me seeing my parents, my actual fucking father clapping and whistling.
I’m not stupid. I know Mom dragged him along, especially after we got into an argument when I told him I claimed Alexiana. He thinks she will be a distraction like Mom apparently was for him, because obviously he is never the problem for his fuck ups, but he’s fucking here, and it means everything.
My team lets me down, and I pat a lot of backs before sprinting over to the sidelines, not stopping until I’ve lifted my girl. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist as she grips my cheeks and I spin us before slamming my lips against hers, and she giggles against my mouth.
“I’m so proud of you,” she chokes, and I grin as I kiss her again.
“Can you not let her up for air for one moment so I can congratulate you?” Linc chuckles, and I grin wide before pecking my girl's lips, once, twice, three times before letting her down.
Linc grabs me by my neck and hugs me, choking, “Fuck Hayes, that was one hell of a catch, one hell of a fucking catch,” and I hug him back tighter.
“Thanks,” I rasp back before I hear my name being called, and I look up to see my dad heading my way.
I pull back and look at Alexiana, who grins and confirms, “I’ll meet you at home,” knowing the boys will want to celebrate. I nod as I gently kiss her lips and murmur, “I love you,” and she whispers, “Not as much as I love you,” and I grin.
“Impossible,” I reply, making her chuckle, and I kiss her one more time before she hugs Linc, making me growl. I can’t fucking help it, I hate anyone touching her.
They both shake their heads, and Linc says, “Come on, alpha man, introduce me to your dad, then you can go celebrate with the boys and get home to your girl, who by the way, just remember I was her friend first.”
I laugh as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and we walk over to my dad, who is making his way towards us, a smile on his face. It soon vanishes when he sees Linc, and a frown takes its place.
“Dad,” I say, but he doesn’t look at me, he says, “You look like Candice Garcia,” and I tilt my head.
“That’s because she is my mother. How do you know her?” Linc asks in return with a bite, his mom a very sore fucking subject, and everything fucking slows down as Dad chokes, “I told her to abort you,” and I stumble back while Linc freezes.
Son of a…
“You’re my deadbeat dad?” Linc confirms with a growl as the background noise disappears.
“You’re the rightful heir to the road caption job,” Dad chokes, and I swear I feel like he’s just shot me in the fucking heart.
That is all he has to say? No, I’m sorry, not I’m a douche bag, but his fucking role that he forced me to learn since I was a kid?
Linc scoffs before he storms off without a word, and I stare at my father like I don’t even fucking recognize him.
“You cheated on Mom?” I confirm coldly, and he flinches.
“It uh, um, it was a last hurrah before we married, she doesn’t know.
Candice came to see me five weeks after and mentioned she was pregnant.
I didn’t believe the kid was mine and told her to abort because she’d fuck that kid up.
She was a big druggie even back then, but I didn’t care because I knew I was about to be tied to one woman for the rest of my life and thought fuck it.
He uh, he’s got my features, and look, son, I’m sorry, but you won’t become an officer, that role belongs to, fuck, it belongs to your brother.
Years being pushed into his office, forced to learn the road maps, years missing out, and he’s just shoved me aside, just like that, like I mean fuck all to him.
Fuck, he hasn’t even thought about Mom yet, all he can fucking think about is his precious fucking role within the club going to the rightful heir. He hasn’t even thought about how he’s basically just wasted my entire fucking life.
Selfish fucker.
“Good luck explaining to Mom that you’re a cheating bastard, Dad,” I sneer, and his eyes widen, and I shoulder check him and storm towards the lockers before I kill him.
I need a fucking drink.
***
I down the fifth shot before slamming the shot glass onto the bar, and I eye the team all celebrating, cheering for the girls stripping on stage. I’m fucking drowning my sorrows while ignoring my phone that is burning a hole in my pocket.
I’ve had several missed calls from my mom, Dad, Alexiana, and Linc, but I’ve ignored them all.
He pushed me aside, like I meant fucking nothing, like I’m now suddenly the spare.
I scoff, the selfish fucking prick, the dickhead.
I shake my head before shoving the shot glass away, and I stumble to my feet and make my way over to the toilets, needing to pee, and maybe I need to head home, speak to my…
“Hey, Crusher,” I hear husked, and I blink, seeing two Roxy’s, and I choke, “S-since when is there t-two of-of you…?”
She giggles as she walks over to me, then pushes me up against the wall, and I blink again, not able to form my thoughts. My pain and anger take focus, even as she cups my junk and squeezes. Instead of pushing her away, like I should, to go home, I groan, the need to feel wanted pulling me.
Years I never felt good enough, I never felt like my dad fucking wanted me.
Roxy slams her lips against mine, which feel so fucking wrong, but my drunk mind can’t comprehend what I’m doing.
I kiss her back harder, shoving my tongue into her mouth as I cup her bare breast, and she moans into my mouth as I peel the nipple pastie off.
I pull on it, causing her to rub up against me but just as her hands go to my jeans, I finally snap out of it and I shove her away, gasping.
Fuck, what the fuck did I just do?
My drunken haze clears as Roxy smirks, and I shove away from her before stumbling out of the hallway, her cackling, “I knew you didn’t love that trailer trash,” following me, and my eyes sting.
What the fuck did I do?
***
I stare at the photo of Alexiana and me, her smile wide as she leans against my front, my arms wrapped around her from behind, and my tears fall.
I haven’t slept, and I know I smell like shit, but I can’t fucking breathe.
Eighteen, that is how many times my girl tried calling me last night, worried, and like a jackass, I’ve ignored all of them.
I cheated on her.
I allowed my father’s fucked up mind and cheating ways to get to me, and I cheated on my fucking heart.
I need to tell her because if I don’t, Roxy will, and I know this will break her trust, fuck, she’ll try and leave me. I know she will, her past trauma, what her mom did, still affecting her to this day, but I can’t lose her.
I made a mistake…
Wiping my eyes, I shove away from the desk in my room at the club, a room I’ll now be keeping on the bottom floor instead of moving to the officer bedrooms in a few years. I storm out, slamming the door behind me with my heart in my throat.
“Where on earth have you been?” Mom snaps, “Alex rang four times looking for you!”
I ignore her, knowing if I stop, I’ll oust Dad, and she doesn’t deserve that, but the jackass speaks up like he didn’t shove me aside and tear our family apart, and demands, “Boy, you will stop and speak to your mother when she talks to you,” causing the club to quiet, and I slowly turn towards him, looking at him with so much hate that he flinches.
“You really want me to stop and speak to her, Killer?” I ask coldly, and he flinches again, then rasps, “Son, why don’t we go for a ride, and we can stop somewhere and talk about everything?”
“What’s going on?” Mom asks, “And why would you call your father by his road name like that?”
Dad's eyes plead, and I curl my lip and answer her, “Probably because I’m just the spare now, right, Dad? You know, after ruining my childhood, ingraining it in me that I’ll fuck up your role if I don’t do exactly as you say?”
He flinches again, and I look at Mom and announce in front of everyone, “Dad fucked Candice Garcia, the local hooker, right before you two got married, Linc Garcia, my best fucking friend is his son. Dad has declared, not giving a shit about your feelings or mine, or the fact he has micromanaged my fucking life, that Linc who I had just convinced to become a prospect, will be taking my place,” Mom’s tears fall and I look at Dad who is shaking and instead of comforting his wife, he takes a step forward and demands, “Get to my office now,” and I chuckle, “Go fuck yourself,” just as Mom chokes, “You cheated on me?”
Dad flinches again as he finally looks at Mom, and I turn and storm out.
I need to speak to my girl.
***
I walk into our home half an hour later, my body trembling as my girl rushes my way with wide eyes.
She questions as she takes in my state, and I allow my tears to fall, making her freeze in shock.
“Hayes? What happened? Linc called several times looking for you,” she whispers, and I slowly lick my bottom lip as I look her over.
She’s wearing my hoodie and property patch with a pair of jeans, and she looks beautiful.
What the fuck did I do?
“Linc is my half-brother,” I admit with a croak, and her eyes widen.
I explain, “Dad recognized him and put two and two together. Said I wasn’t going to be taking over his role anymore, that Linc is the rightful heir, not giving a shit that he cheated on Mom, his role was the only thing he cared about. ”
“Oh my god,” she rasps as she takes a step forward, but she pauses when I admit, “I got drunk at the strip club, and I made out and groped Roxy.”