Divorcing The Biker: Her Spectacular Comeback

na's

thside tonight.Our hostile gang

he men arrived-beer cold, music loud, the

oar of several Harleys filled the nig

, but the smile

arms were wrapped around him like she belonged there. She laughed at som

he room bega

he brought b

ho

al club's princess. T

Brown had brought back a

eat, and leather. It was a smell I had grown to associate with a sp

f a second. I offered a small, hopeful smile, a pathetic littl

ughter of The Scythes' leader. But that doesn't matte

ere, stiff

someone who silentl

ar him say it wasn't true. That the

y clean of the patches that signified full membership. But this was

na. Presid

him. "He's n

s well be. Saint's on a run. Brown's ru

aint was not just a man. He was the charter's law, its final w

a woman into her new life? While hi

peace. Stability. The club comes first. He's making sacrifices you can't s

's he sacrificing? His freedom? He's gaining a wife and

of a hundred pairs

ity and scorn. They whispered behind their hands, their painted lips moving lik

. Still wear

r n

e girl he b

nnington's been smiling al

she pl

hears ev

g the other senior members' wives. There was no pity in her eyes, only a co

w something I didn't. This party wasn't a celebration. It

d to get out, but my feet were rooted to the floor. Running woul

y face. My allies were few and f

ack door b

s founding members, and he didn't stop at the bar. He cut through the cro

ell is Saint

from him didn't loo

and on the table. "Saint never

es ton

s goin

table. The whole table. Br

e Scythes' princess. Like

aint l

ve him th

int's absence from a victory part

d handed his authority to Brown. Fo

out-a sign of hi

t of the Pennington family's power within the club, a

nderstood. Tonight wasn't a cele

raucous laughter and shouting

tlight, usually reserved for shoddy stripper ro

ooked handsome, powerful, like the

s going to announce our separation in front of eve

the stage, his eyes fixed on the raised

e was the patriarch of the family, the one who brokered the deals b

t, the words that would shatt

d in front o

lective breath, a tan

something I n

Not before me, his wif

gesture of absolute s

s wasn't how MC business was done. This was family drama, pl

s expression unreadable, but a flicker of som

his was worse than a

y. A transfer of p