“For what it’s worth,” Honey spoke up. “Pretty sure he’d let ya go once you tell him. If you ask me, it was deserved.”
I smiled at her.
“Hey, how’s Waylen doing, by the way?” I asked.
“Jinx’s kid?” She asked with a confused expression.
“Yeah, the little cutie patootie with a dipsh.it for a father and a complete ska.nk for a mother,” I replied, making Honey burst out in laughter.
“Oh, you must be the one he talks about all the time,” she said.
“That’s me,” I mumbled.
“Had no idea,” she said. “He calls you Thorn, so I didn’t realize.”
I scrunched my face up at her.
Waylen doesn’t call me that stupid name, his dad does. Maybe she’s all confused or something. Maybe Jinx goes back to the clubhouse and complains about me. Good. I hope he does. I hope I consume all his thoughts every day that he sees me and goes and cries to his little club brothers about it. Little freaking baby.
Honestly, I have no idea why I’m so mean to Jinx. Something about him just… makes me irritated as hell. Every time I see his stupid, fu.cking smug, se.xy face, I just want to punch him. He’s annoying and the hotter he gets, the more annoyed I get. Who even told him he could start getting tatted? God, the man is infuriating, and it’s always been like that between us. It’s a shame he had such an adorable son. A son who looks exactly like him. At least the kid doesn’t look like his mother. Not that she’s ugly or anything.
“What’s that mean?” Dylan asked, looking from Honey to me and back again.
I sighed for the millionth time.
“I went home and found Theo in my bed with another woman,” I told him.
Dylan’s eyes widened.
“Theo? Your fiance?” he asked, shaking his head.
“Yup,” I replied, popping the p.
“But… that doesn’t make sense,” he said. “He loves you. Everyone can see it.”
“Well, I guess we’re all fu.cking dumb then,” I stated, making Honey snort.
“Okay, so who was the woman, and what happened?” he asked.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“It was Sophie,” I mumbled.
Dylan’s eyes went even wider. His lips parted, but no words came out. I stared at him as he stared at me. I wasn’t sure if he expected me to tell him it was a joke or something, but that wasn’t going to happen. This was real. And it was really happening to me.
“But… that…” Dylan trailed off. “Sophie… I could see her doing this to you.”
He can?
“But Theo?” he continued. “I just ran into him at the store last week. He was telling me about the wedding and how excited he was…”
“Oh, I’m sure,” I replied. “Because there’s still going to be a wedding.”
“Oh sh.it,” Honey breathed out, knowing exactly where I was headed.
Dylan, bless his heart, was not as quick to catch on.
“You’re still going to marry him after he fu.cked your best friend?” he asked incredulously.
I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms.
“Yes Dylan,” I said, my voice hard and sarcastic. “I found him in my bed with my best friend, chased the two of them out of the entire apartment complex by shooting at them, and I’m still going to marry him.”
“You don’t mean…” he trailed off, again, looking at me like he was waiting for me to say it was all a joke.
“She told me they fell in love,” I told him. “Then said that I’d get over it because I cared about her too much to let a man come between us.” I scoffed as tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “She fu.cked me over in the worst possible way, right before my favorite holiday and treated me like I was overreacting, or like she did me some fu.cking favor.” Then I looked Dylan in the eyes. “So I chased them out with that shotgun. They’re fu.cking lucky I didn’t shoot either of them. I could have. I should have shot Theo in the nuts and taken out just one of Sophie’s fake boobs.”
Honey cackled at that.
“Girl, I like you, you’re fun,” she said, laughing.
Dylan blew out a breath and shook his head.
“I’ll go tell Captain Russo, but he’ll probably want to speak to you and have you write a statement,” he told me.
“Hey, tell him to take his time,” I replied.
“I’ll try to make it quick, Deid-“
“No seriously,” I cut him off. “The longer this takes, the longer I can put off reality, so please, take your time.”
Dylan gave me a nod of understanding before leaving to go speak to his boss. Captain Russo has been on the force since my parents were alive. He and my dad were friends. His wife and my mom were friends. Everyone was their friend though.
“Can’t believe that bit.ch had the balls to steal your whole wedding,” Honey commented after a moment.
I let out a hollow laugh.
“Sophie’s always been… charismatic,” I replied, staring at the wall. “She had to be the center of attention all the time. I never minded it since I liked to fade into the background. She stole toys, spotlight, friends, projects, clothes, and all kinds of sh.it from me over the years. I always let it go because I thought she needed it more than me. I never thought she’d betray me like this though. But the more I think about it, the more I should have seen it coming. I already suspected it, but I kept telling myself that she wouldn’t do that to me. That no matter how sh.it Sophie’s been in the past, she’d never hurt me like that. But she did. And she made it a million times worse by stealing my wedding. But she was right. I don’t think I loved Theo. Maybe she really does love him. Maybe it was my fault for being so… unemotional. Maybe it was better it turned out this way.”
God, listen to me totally unloading on this poor woman.
“Still, that don’t make it hurt less,” Honey said gently. “She was supposed to be your friend. This was plain conniving betrayal. You deserve better than both of ’em.”
I gave her a small smile.
“You’re right, it doesn’t make it hurt less, and I do deserve better,” I agreed. “A huge part of me still can’t understand how she could do this to me. She purposely set out for it. And the worst part, she stole the venue I’d been dreaming about getting married at my whole life. As sh.itty as it sounds, I think that hurts the most. It was the same place my parents got married. I had to reserve it two years in advance. And now she’s going to ruin it. Even if I ever met someone else, I’d never be able to get married there and not think about it, ya know?”
“Want to go find her and beat her up when we get out of here?” Honey asked, making me laugh softly.
“I might hold you to that,” I replied.
“Just you wait, sweetheart,” she said. “Karma will get those two.”
“Thanks Honey,” I mumbled.
I hope she’s right, and I hope I get to see it.
Deidra’s P.O.V.
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