by Dawn Martens
I have a grin on my face for the first time in years. Seeing the look of bliss on Hilary’s face as I came inside that sweet pussy was perfection. Seeing the look on her face when I told her we weren’t over was fuckin’ priceless. Damn, I have missed her wild ass. I didn’t plan on fuckin’ her when I followed her, but those damn lips of hers were just beggin’ me to kiss them. And when she didn’t slap me and returned the kiss, I wasn’t about to stop. Being with her again cemented what I knew I was feeling—I love my wife. I am going to fight with every fiber of my being to get us back to good.
Going to my bike, I fish out my phone and hit dial on Henry.
“Hey, son,” he greets happily.
“Hey, was wondering if you knew Hilary was back in town.”
“Yes, she’s coming over for supper tonight actually. Why don’t you join us?”
“I’ll be there by six.”
Henry and I have kept in touch through the years. Just because Hilary wasn’t with me didn’t mean we couldn’t still talk. I go by the clubhouse real quick to grab a shower and change my shirt. I want to look nice for dinner. Feels like I’m back in high school and getting ready to take Hilary out for a date. Every time, Henry would sit me down and have a talk with me before we were allowed to go out to the movies.
“Have a seat, son. Hilary will be ready soon.” Hilary’s old man took a seat across from me in the recliner. Tonight was our first date. I was so nervous, my palms were sweating. Hilary wasn’t like most of the girls I’d dated. She didn’t take my shit. Girl had an attitude and a mouth on her, and with being a preacher’s daughter, she was a little on the wild side. I respected her a lot. Getting her to go out with me wasn’t as simple as boy meets girl and takes her out. Hilary was younger than me too. She was fourteen and I was sixteen when we started dating. A lot of people didn’t like that, but her dad always liked me. For some reason, we just clicked.
“Now, son, you know I like you, but Hilary is my daughter. I don’t have to tell you that she is my pride and joy. Don’t be getting any ideas of kissing her or touching her inappropriately. A little hand holding is okay, but she’s only fourteen, and I know you are experienced in sex. Just don’t go getting the wrong idea because I gave you permission to take her out tonight. This is a test, so don’t let me down.”
Hilary came out from her room looking so beautiful. I felt like the luckiest guy. I couldn’t believe we were finally going out on a real date. Hilary smiled at me and then winked as her dad gave her the same speech he gave me, but with less talk about sex other than the mention of her purity ring. I’d been having sex for two years now. I lost my virginity at fourteen, but I could and would wait for Hilary.
I slink down onto my bed. Shit, I don’t have time to think more about this because I’m late meeting my father. That ass. He’s no longer Mayor, but he’s still the Pastor of the local church.
I haven’t seen him or talked to him since I moved away from this town years ago. Since I’ve been back, I’ve tried dodging his phone calls, but when I saw him at the damn grocery store, he cornered me. Thanks to the damn gossips in town, he knew I was back.
Now I’m on my way to supper with him. Lovely.
Before I get out of my car, I notice a familiar bike. “Motherfucker,” I say to myself. Why is Mason here?
I make my way inside, not bothering to knock. Why would I? It’s my dad’s house. Both my dad and Mason are sitting on the couch, having a beer and just chatting away.
Fucking traitors.
“Hilary,” Dad says while getting up and coming to me for a hug. I don’t return it because I don’t know what the fuck he’s trying to play at here.
“Daddy.”
“Babe,” Mason says, grinning and staring at my hand.
“Soon to be Ex-Husband,” I say back to him. I slide the ring I forgot to take off from my finger and tuck it in my purse with a smirk.
His features go dark, and he growls out, “Wont fuckin’ happen.”
Dad, ignoring the two of us, tells us to go into the dining room and sit down. Deciding to be a total bitch, I grab my cell out of my purse without them noticing, and go to the bathroom and dial in Trent’s number.
“Hey, Hil,” he says, sounding like he’s smiling.
“Hey, was wondering if you would like to come over to Dad’s for supper tonight?” I ask him sweetly.
Silence. “What do you have planned?” he asks, groaning.
“A little reveal.”
I hear him sigh. “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”
My father thinks he can get away with this happy little reunion? Let’s see how happy he is with an unplanned guest. Time to kick shit up a notch. This town was getting boring anyway. Everyone else has let out his or her secrets, so now it’s time for my father to face his. I bet my mom would love to see his face when shit hits the fan. I probably should have invited her as well for good measure.
I feel like I’ve stepped back in time with seeing Mason here with my dad—it’s like old times. The two of them have always shared a bond I’ll never quite fully understand. Mason would always hang out with my dad while I would get ready for our dates in high school. Everyone was so shocked that my father, the Pastor, would allow his fourteen-year-old daughter to date a sixteen-year-old guy with raging hormones, but Daddy saw something in Mason.
I used to think I saw something in him too.
Going back to the table, I pour myself a glass of wine and begin plating my food. At least Dad got something about tonight right—he made baked spaghetti.
Hilary is pissed, and I have to force myself not to laugh. Sitting at the table with her and Pastor Henry is giving me joy- that is, until she comes back from the bathroom with a grin. My eyes narrow on her, wondering what the fuck she’s up to.
“What’s got you in a good mood all of a sudden?” Henry asks.
“Oh, I invited a guest, someone that really should be here, since it’s ‘family’ time,” she sneers at him.
I look to Henry, watching as his face pales. “Who?” he asks gruffly.
Something is going on here. “Oh, you know, my brother,” she says calmly.
“Brother?” I ask. “You don’t have a brother.” Now I am just confused. What in the fuck is going on around here? Her dad seems just as lost on the matter as I am.
She lets out a small laugh. “Really? That’s funny, because my darling father has a son who’s about a year younger than I am. Funny that, huh?” she says while throwing her napkin down on the table. She takes a huge gulp of her wine. I think she has lost it.
Just then, the doorbell goes off, and she gets up, practically skipping to the front door. “Trent!” I hear her say happily.
Fuckin’ hell. What is going on? Trent- the asshole who came between us? I tighten the grip on my fork. If he even thinks of getting in my way this time, I will stab him in the damn eye.
She walks into the room with her arm wrapped around him. “See, the family is all here now,” she says, grinning, looking at her father.
My face pales, and I feel like the biggest fuck face on the planet. Her brother. She wasn’t cheating. What the fuck have I done?
“Oh, but wait. I have an announcement. Wanna hear it? Mason, honey, you’ll need to pay attention now.” What does this shit have to do with me? I wonder with a sick feeling in my stomach. What is she getting at?
“Hilary, don’t do this,” her father says while standing from his chair, looking appalled. His chair falls onto its back.
“Oh, but Daddy, why not? You want to keep brothers apart?” With that, my blood boils.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand. I am getting fed up with this beating around the bush bullshit. “Shit or get off the pot!” I slam my fist down on the table, dropping my knife before I do somethin’ crazy.
She smirks. “Oh, didn’t you know? Your mother is the reason my parents divorced. Funny, huh? My loving father is the reason your parents split up. Trent here is our brother. Awesome news,
ain’t it?”
“How long have you known?” I ask her, feeling betrayed all over again.
“Since I was sixteen,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as though it isn’t a big deal.
“And you didn’t fuckin’ think to tell me then?” I don’t know what is worse right now. “I think I would have rather have found out you really were fuckin’ cheating on me, not this shit. You really are a selfish fuckin’ bitch.” How could she keep something like this from me? We were married. We were supposed to have each other’s backs, not stab each other in it.
Hilary’s face pales, and pain slashes through her eyes. “Fuck you! Don’t worry about that fuck earlier today. I won’t let the lawyer know. I’ll sign those fuckin’ papers,” I shout at her as I walk out the front door.
What was I thinking? Yeah, right- Hilary and I working our shit out? Fuck that. Fuck her. I don’t need this shit, and I sure as fuck don’t need a brother. Trent knew he was my brother; he could have stepped up and been a man about the shit, told the truth. Fuck them both and their fucked up twisted family. Don’t need or want any fuckin’ one of them. I climb on my bike and smoke my tires as I peel out of the driveway.
Well, that sort of went how I expected. I wanted to finally get some shit out in the open- show Mason that my father wasn’t as perfect as he thought and finally have him know why I actually spent time with Trent when he thought I was cheating on him.
So, yeah, safe to say this backfired. “I’m sorry, Trent,” I tell him.
He squeezes me softly. “It’s okay, sis. Don’t worry. I should have known you wanted a big scene,” he says with a smirk. I hate that I missed out on growing up with my brother. I think we might have driven each other crazy, but it still would have been nice. Our stupid father just had to be picture perfect instead.
“How could you?” my father’s voice shouts, pulling me away from Trent.
“Sorry, Daddy, but that shit was bound to come out at some point,” I tell him.
“You have no fucking idea what you just did,” he says, angrily stepping toward us.
“Oh, I don’t know, I think I finally let him know some important shit that he should have known from day one! But, no, I had to keep your dirty little secret!” I shout at him.
“That man already has enough guilt! And you throw that at him!” my father says.
“Don’t take this out on her, old man. You were a shit father, trying to hide the fact I was yours,” Trent says with his face turning dark.
“Don’t you talk to me about that, boy. You were never supposed to have been born,” my father yells.
“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have fucked around on your wife and slept with a married woman!” Trent shouts.
I can see tempers rising way beyond what they should be, and I fear for people’s safety. “Okay, stop please. Trent, let’s go, okay? You can take me to Taco Time.”
“Yeah.” He jerks his arm from my reach, and I push him out the front door. At least no one was hurt, physically at least. I feel like shit for just springing that on Mason back there with no warning, but I really wasn’t thinking about it. I thought just maybe Mason would want to know his brother—guess I never knew him at all. That something I thought I saw in him apparently never existed, must have been a figment of my imagination. At least Trent’s being cool about it all. I’m glad I’m getting to see him anyways. I’ve missed him.
We get out to my car, and he decides to follow me to the restaurant so that neither of us has to come back for our cars. After a short drive over, I can’t seem to get Mason off of my mind. That ring has my purse feeling weighted down with rocks, emotionally.
“So what’s eating at you, other than our disappointment of a father?” Trent asks as he puts sauce on his hard shell tacos.
I can’t take it anymore, and I pull the ring from my purse and lay it on the table.
“Wow, that’s some rock you got there.” He nearly chokes on his food.
“It’s my wedding band. Well, it was. Mason gave it back to me earlier. He has some crazy notion that I’ll take him back. He must have lost what little of a mind he has.”
“How do you really feel, sis? Your mouth might say one thing, but your face says something else entirely,” he says cautiously.
“I think you are seeing shit. I can’t fucking stand Mason!” I snap at him.
“Yep, keep telling yourself that.” He shakes his head. “You’ll go back to him,” he states.
“Whatever gave you that impression?” I ask as I stare at the ring that once meant everything to me. It represented the love we shared. I hold it in my hand, wondering how it would feel to have it on my finger again. Would it still hold the same feeling it once held- that feeling that nothing else mattered as long as he loved me?
“Because if you didn’t care…if you didn’t love him...it wouldn’t be so hard for you to fight the urge to slip that ring back on your finger.”
“Yeah, well, enough of this shit.” I shove the ring back in my purse, hating that my brother could be right. We say our goodbyes, and I head back to the hotel, needing to be alone.
Fuckin’ hell. Trent’s my brother. When I last saw my mother, as she was begging for her life, she didn’t tell me about that. Could have saved a world of hurt if everyone had just been honest.
I didn’t even fuckin’ know why my mother left. Dad just said she couldn’t handle being a part of our family anymore, that she wasn’t able to handle the death of Mark. I was only three when she left. I didn’t want to kill my own mother, but she was setting up the club, sleeping with the enemy and giving information she wasn’t supposed to know, let alone share. She had to go.
Instead of my usual form of brutality of slicing, cutting, or shooting, I drowned her in her fuckin’ tub. It actually felt good to do that, to avenge Mark like that. He would be almost two years older than Trent.
Rollin’ up to the clubhouse, I park my bike just as Jasper pulls up behind me, followed by Vinny. I fuckin’ feel for Vinny. Dumb motherfucker got not one but two women pregnant. He’s now the proud father of two little girls. Shit has to be rough. Kayla is pretty easy going about shit; she’s even been dating Breaks. He’s a pretty solid dude. But Lilly, on the other hand? She fuckin’ flipped her shit, won’t even let Vinny have the babies around each other. And Jasper’s still fucked in the head over everything with Eden. I know he still loves her, but he just can’t see past his hurt right now. The three of us are sitting at the bar together, drinking shots like the fuckin’ lonely hearts club or some shit. Fuckin’ pathetic.
Momma B comes over to our trio. “Well, aren’t you three a sight for sore eyes. What’s got ya’ll so down? Wouldn’t have anything to do with those women you love, would it?”
Groaning, I take another shot. Not in the mood for one of her talks or lectures.
“Seems to me, you three should be putting your heads together instead of up your asses, and be finding a way to get back where ya belong.” She smirks at us, thinking she is so damn smart. Shit just isn’t that easy. It isn’t like when Hilary would get pissed at me for calling her a bitch. If that were the case, all I would have to do is fuck her hard and remind her how good I make her feel. I already tried that, and it didn’t work.
Vinny’s phone goes off. He says some shit about going over to watch Rose for Kayla for a few hours so she can go out on a date with Breaks. Don’t know how he does it. That shit is whacked. No way would I be able to juggle two kids with two different women. Jasper bails on me a few minutes later, making up some shit about having to check up on a case we’ve been working. I think they’re both full of shit. Probably going to go cry like two bitches. Fuck that! Not me. I down another shot and go to my room to catch some Zs.
Things have been crazy lately with everyone. Lilly gave birth to a beautiful little girl, Elizabeth, but things didn’t go quite as she thought. We found out that Vinny, the loser that he is, got his old flame, Kayla, pregnant while he and Lilly were split up. The whole situation is a
clusterfuck, and I get a front row seat since I live with Lilly.
I’m actually glad to be in my office today. As much as I love Lilly, she’s been a little hard to take since all this shit went down. She has been suffering from postpartum depression, but with the help of Eden, Ann, Vinny, and me, we were able to get her proper help. I think she was just so overwhelmed.
Getting my coffee, I take my seat and fire up my computer to check my email. There is a knock on my door, and I nearly spit my coffee out of my nose when Kayla comes in pushing Rose in her stroller. I recover quickly, but I’m not sure why she is here to see me. I hope she doesn’t try to get me involved in the middle of her shit with Lilly and Vinny.
“Um, hey. What can I do for you?” I ask, and I can’t help but get a good look at the kid. She actually favors Elizabeth, like a lot. Both kids must take after Vinny and his super sperm.
“I need to set up a will. Being a mom has me thinking a lot, and I think having things set in order for Rose’s future if something were to happen to me would be a wise choice,” she states.
I snort. “Yeah, you can take yourself down to Phil. I ain’t doing shit for you,” I tell her.
“Please, Hilary,” she begs.
I shake my head. “Yeah, no, it’s not happening. You knew Vinny was with Lilly, but still you managed to get him caught up with you again. Fuck you, Kayla. Hope you are really fucking proud for breaking up that family,” I sneer.
“I want to make Lilly her guardian,” she blurts out over me.
I freeze, shocked. “Huh?”
She takes in a breath, a deep breath. “In the event something ever happens to me, I want Lilly to be able to adopt Rose,” she says quietly.
I stare at her. What the fuck? “Fine,” I say reluctantly.
After getting the papers drawn up and signed, she walks to the door. “Thank you. I know you didn’t want to do this, but I didn’t plan for any of this to happen.”
