Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 35

CADDIE  

May 12th 2018 

I draw near the club, limping. 

The doctor says I'm still not allowed to drive so I take the bus. Mal took the bus before me because I had to wait for my grandma to pick Jaxson up. She offered to bring me to work but I quickly declined her offer. She'd have a damn stroke if she knew where I worked. 

I hiss with pain, every time my foot hits the ground a little too harshly.

I refuse to take the painkillers I was prescribed by Amar's doctor as I'm still breastfeeding Jaxson. The last thing I need is Ace using that against me and making me out to be a pill-popping whore. So, the pain is something I'll have to endure a little longer. 

It doesn't help that it's close to zero degrees and I have nothing warm to wear. I still haven't been able to establish myself a worthy closet full of seasonal clothing after leaving Ace. The extra bit of money I have leftover I spend on Jaxson. I mean, the kid seriously won't stop growing. 

I round the corner and I watch as Amar leads Mal out of the club, they get into the SUV and Vanko closes the door behind them. My heart flutters at the sight of him and one side of my mouth curls up into a smile. I run my hands down my clothes and limp towards him. I make it halfway across the car park when a patrol car stops in front of me. 

Fucking Ace...

I roll my eyes heavenward, wishing the mother fucker would get himself shot while he was on duty. Would definitely make my life a lot easier. But, even I know miracles don't happen that way and this isn't a fairy tale story. I watch him exit the car, slipping a retractable baton into his belt. He walks around the car and sits on the bonnet, crossing his arm, trying to intimidate me. 

"What is it now Ace?" I sigh out loud. 

"What I always want Cadz." He narrows his eyes at me. 

"You need to stop wanting what you CAN'T have." 

"He's my son too. You can't keep him from me."

"You wanna fucking bet I can't?" My words laced with anger. 

"I will curl over and die before I let you touch him." 

He snarls, standing up, taking out his baton, and hits it against his open hand. He steps closer towards me until his shit infused breath fans my face. 

"You know full well that can be arranged." He runs his tongue along the top of his teeth, with his eyes smiling back at me. 

I gulp, "You don't have the balls to do what it takes. You always get your goons to handle your dirty work." I cringe inwardly.  

"For you, I will." He clicks his tongue.

"You're my special girl.." He reaches out and touches my face.

I step back and wince as a sharp pain runs up my thigh, exploding around my hip bone. 

"You're still a sick fuck!" My voice trembles. 

Little flashbacks of him beating and raping me cross my mind. My bottom lip trembles and tears slide down my face.