Chapter 3 You Cheated On Me

• Wicked Saints. For as long as I could remember, people feared that name or any one who wore a leather cut with that name on it. Nobody messed with them and nobody questioned them. Even though I thought about leaving the club life behind more often than not, I couldn't help but feel proud to be a wicked. I was untouchable, and as I looked around the meeting room at my club family, I couldn't help but smell something.
• "Melissa, what are finances looking alike? We have a run on Saturday for.... What the hell is it for?"
• Too many people, Axel Dunkens was a mean and cranky son-of-a-bitch, but he had a heart of gold when it came to his family and his club. He was a little rough around the edges with his salt-and-pepper hair and fadding tattoos, but to me, he was my dad. I hardly agreed with him and we often fought on everything, but he was my president.
• "Children with MS," Aaron answered as he shifted in his seat. He was a strong asset to the club, but if he didn't stop being intimidated by Axel, he wasn't going to make it far.
• Axel nodded before he turned to me. "Well?"
• I flipped through some blinders in front of me.
• "Funds are looking great. I can put together some stuff for donations, too." "Good. Meeting adjourned!" Axel slammed his gavel but threw a hand in the air. "Alexander. Melissa. Stay put for a moment." The guys all left, which left me in an uncomfortable situation as I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms over my chest. Aleksander, of course, had that stupid grin on his face again as he placed his tatted hands on the table and looked at Axel.
• "What the hell is going on between you two now?" He looked between us, but I kept my mouth shut as I threw daggers at Alexander with my glare."Your daughter is pissed at me, it's nothing, Sir," Alexander replied. "Nothing?!" I shrieked as I leaned forward. I was seconds away from lunging across this table and finish what I had started earlier in my bedroom.
• Axel smacked his hands on the table and pointed at the both of us. "Fix this shit now. I can't have you two at each other's throats right now. We have too much shit going on in the club to have you two being a bunch of baby-bitching assholes."
• I scoffed." I am not a baby-bitching asshole!" I stood up and grabbed the binders. "There isn't anything to fix. We're through. It won't affect how I work, I can promise you that."
• Axel nodded, but when I looked at Alexander my heart clenched. He looked at me with such hurt and confusion that he had lost his grin and his brows were furrowed together.
• What the hell did he have to be hurt about? He did this to himself! If he thought I was just going to brush this under the rug like I always did, he was dead fucking wrong. I left the meeting room and stormed down the hallway towards the office. After I slammed the door and threw the binders on the desk, I took a deep breath. My lonely life was short loved when the office door flew open and Alexander stood in the doorway.
• "What do you mean we're through?!"
• "Alexander..." I backed up as he glared at me. He was all men and powerful with his strong shoulders stretching out the shirt he wore, and this damn cologne wafting in the air toward me. Fuck, he smells good.
• He crossed his arms over his chest, and I nearly passed out from the sight of his bulging biceps.
• Damn, he could make me forget how angry I was at him with a simple pose like this one.
• "Like I said," My voice cracked, "we're through. There isn't anything to work out.", I added.
• "Like hell we are!", Alexander marched forward and he grabbed me around the waist, but I pushed against his chest. "I screwed up one more time, and you're just going to throw this way?! You can't quit me even if you wanted to." His gaze had turned red hot as he stared down at me, holding me possessively to his chest.
• I went weak in his arms like I always did, loving the feeling of being in his strong arms, but then I got a second wind and pushed him away. I had to stand my ground here. I couldn't let Alexander keep doing this to me.
• "You can't make me forget what you did with you seductive fuck-me-eyes again. I said we're through and I meant it!", I gathered myself and spoke it loudly.
• Alexander looked wounded, running his ink hand through his hair as he blew out a breath. "How many times do I have to tell you it was just a drunken fuck? Jane means nothing to me!" He shouted.
• I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was angry and even panicking a bit.
• "I don't care if it meant nothing to you! It meant a whole lot to me and this isn't the first time you've fucked up. I can't do this shit anymore, Alexander. I am not like the other old-ladies who just let their men to fuck whoever they want and then let them come back into their bed the same night. I was born into this life, but I don't want it. And I don't want you... Not anymore."
• Wow. That came out a lot easier than I thought it would, and it made me feel liberated. I finally spoke the words that had been in my heart for a long time. It was only recently that I realized I didn't want Alexander anymore. He couldn't give me what I needed, and that was true love.
• His face said it all when I was done speaking.
• I had never seen Alexander cry, or even show any emotions, but right now he was showing a whole other side of himself.
• He backed up until his back hit the office door as he stared down at his boots for what seemed like an eternity. Then he finally looked back up at me with red eyes, and my chest tightened.
• "So, that's it?... We're done? Just like that?" He winced at his own words as he asked them.
• My heart thundered as unshed tears burned the back of my eyes.
• "We're done," I whispered.
• I had fully intended to stand my ground, but it was hard. If I had spoken much louder, I would have ripped my heart wide open and bawled right here in front of the only man I'd ever loved.
• With a single nod, Alexander turned and left the office, closing the door on me and my broken heart. It was over, but why did it hurt so much?