13. Chapter 12
Crusher
I run a hand through my hair in frustration as I stare at the bed where my wife is laying.
I cannot express how much I have fucking missed her.
She is still not awake from the sedative Trick had to give her, a sedative he nearly stabbed in his own arm when she fought back, and I drop my head as she whimpers, “Kayden…” in her sleep.
Fuck, I feel like I can’t breathe, like this is a nightmare I can’t seem to wake up from.
I’ve gone from finally looking at my wife again after eight years to trying to save our seven-year-old son, who is the spitting image of me and didn’t even know existed, and is currently on life support.
Yeah, he survived the surgery, but his body is struggling.
“Brother?” I hear Blaze whisper, and I shake my head as my tears fall, my body trembling, my emotions too much to fucking handle right now.
So much is going through my head, and all I can think about is if I hadn’t made that fucked up mistake with Roxy, then my wife and son would be at home safe. I wouldn’t be at risk losing both, I wouldn’t have missed all this fucking time.
Fuck, she hated me that much, I hurt her that much by choosing my club, something I regret every single fucking day, she kept our child from me, and only three fucking hours away.
“She loses our son, I will lose her permanently,” I croak before suddenly arms are wrapped around my head and I let out a sob, crying in my big brother's arms while he holds me tight.
Eight years, I’ve been trying to get her to come home for eight years after my fuck up.
Not once but twice, and the first time I see her, she’s screaming for her son, our fucking son, a son I didn’t even know about.
I can’t even process the fact that I’m a father.
I’ve missed so many years of his life and I could lose him, I could lose her, heck, the nurse banned all non-family members from his room because apparently I’m not on the birth certificate and Trick is trying to get it overturned.
Fuck, this is just too much.
“I’ve got you, little brother,” Blaze chokes, and I sob harder as the door to the room opens and then closes again, but I don’t look up, I lean on my brother for support, gripping his arm.
I don’t know how to handle this shit, I just fucking don’t.
I’m a dad, my wife kept our son from me, I fuck, I had his blood all over my hands…
Blaze leans back and cups the back of my neck and says firmly, “He’s going to make it, you won’t lose him, and you won’t lose your girl, I fucking promise you, please little brother, have faith.”
My tears fall as my dad confirms, “He’s right. Why she kept him from you right now doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you help her through this. You have faith he’ll wake up and make a full recovery, and then you can wife that girl up.”
“Fuck’s sake, Killer!” Blaze snaps just as a sweet voice croaks, “We’re already married,” Dad and Blaze look at her in shock, then at me, while I look at my girl, whose tears fall, and I see it all come back to her, our son, the absolute heartbreak.
“It wasn’t a-a nightmare,” she whispers, and I shake my head as a small sob leaves her, her body trembling. “Why-why aren’t y-you with our son?” she demands quietly, her voice still croaky as she tries to control her emotions.
“The nurse says family only and that I’m not on the birth certificate,” I admit lowly, hurt, lacing my tone that she didn’t even do that.
“T-then I suggest you-you have her-her fired, y-you are on the certificate, and y-you are his s-second emergency contact,” she croaks, and I frown as Dad says, “That’s why I came to find you, son.
The woman wanted to hurt you enough so that you’d sleep with her.
Trick, even though he has no sway here, has already got her fired.
I thought you’d want to see him, but then, well, you know… ”
Shit.
“You put me on his birth certificate?” I whisper, my heart hammering, and she nods once as she slowly sits up, wincing most likely at the pain in her head.
“Tell me,” She demands, trying to be strong, and Dad mutters, “Fuck,” while I eye her hands fisting the mattress, her wedding ring, still in place, catching my attention and Blaze’s because he chokes, “Fuck me, you two really did get married!”
“We did, and then two months later, he broke his vows,” Alexiana snaps, her anger coming through, and as we lock eyes, she states, “Took comfort in another woman because his dad is a dick,” Dad flinches, “He kissed a whore, groped her, pinched her nipple.”
“What the fuck, how do you –”
She cuts Blaze off and tears my world apart as she states, “He fucked her not even a week after I left, allowed her to ride him in his bed in the clubhouse because he lost my trust. He refused to leave the club until he regained it, now I won’t ask again, my son!”
“Fuck me, someone’s been sending her shit,” Dad rasps while I keep eye contact with my pissed-off wife.
“He’s on life support,” I admit, knowing not to touch the whole me fucking another woman because it doesn’t matter that she left, we’re still married. I cheated, yet again, plain and fucking simple, and nothing will take that away.
Her tears fall, and she nods, then demands, “What else?!”
“Shit,” Blaze mutters with pain, and I whisper, “and there is a very low chance that he’ll come off it.”
She nods again as her tears fall before she gingerly stands, and I take her in, and fuck, she’s still just as beautiful as she was the first day I met her.
Taking a deep breath, she looks at my dad, and she states, “After I received a photo of my husband screwing that whore,” I flinch, “I received several photos of her in his embrace, then five months later, a pregnancy test picture.”
I look at her sharply because what the fuck?!
“After that, I received pictures of my husband and that bitch, fucking, her in his arms, her lips against his, his hands gripping her hips with his tattooed wedding ring on display,” she spits and both men look towards my left hand, Dad instantly cursing for not noticing it but I don’t take my eyes off my extremely pissed off wife.
“I called him when I peed on the stick. After I felt dizzy and nauseous, I called my husband, and his fiancée answered. She told me that even pregnant with his child, she would kick the shit out of me if I ever called him again,” she states, and my body trembles.
“So, you didn’t try again?” my dad confirms, and she scoffs.
“Actually, I tried exactly ten more times,” she snaps, “The day our son was born, when I had to push him out on my own, his fiancée threatened to report me. The day our son took his first steps, which I recorded, his mom answered and believed that bitch who told her in the background I was some crazy stalker. Then she threatened to report me, the third time, when Kayden said ‘Dada’ for the first time, when he got his first fever, when he went to school for the first-first time, when he-he wanted to join the football team and be a wide receiver like his-his daddy and the last time,” she takes a deep breath, “I finally had enough of that whore answering his phone so I called the club itself, a prospect heard all about the crazy girl trying to get a hold of Crusher, and he said he was getting a restraining order after confirming their relationship. So, no I didn’t try just the one time, I tried multiple times, just like I called him after he left a pissed off voicemail on my old phone, just like I was going to call him after Chief Marshalls got my number from his daughter begging me to call him because he was self-destructing.
Instead, I got several messages about my sons school, that my seven-year-old was stuck in the middle of a goddamn shooting because apparently there is more evil than the Chargers out in the world! ”
My tears fall hard and fast as I drop my head.
“If you don’t believe me, I live at two-three apple tree drive, the small two-bedroom apartment that I rent, my phone that I smashed after hearing that bitch kiss my husband, is on the kitchen side.
I’m sure Trick can hack into it, and you’ll see all the proof.
You’ll also see when I blocked the number sending me pictures, the day I received a photo of a baby with Marley James Smith captioned underneath it. ”
She walks past us before she stops when Dad asks, “How did you evade Trick so easily?”
She looks at me with a cold smirk and answers Dad as she reminds me, “I’m not a Jackson, I’m a Smith,” and I swear I want to punch myself in the face for my stupidity.
Tilting her head, she completely shreds my world as she says coldly, “But considering your son cheated more than once, our divorce will go through, even without his signature, because it’s time we both move on.
” Before she walks out, and I know she’s about to go see our son, while I’m fucking stumped at her words.
Divorce, she still thinks I’ll allow her to divorce me?
She tried to tell me…
Shit.
“Fuck’s sake, that is why Trick couldn’t find her!” Blaze snaps, and I slowly close my eyes, feeling like a fucking idiot while my tears fall.
I didn’t think she’d use her married name…
Fuck.