Tragic Intuition: The Blue's #2

Chapter Two

Copyright by Joelle Blue ©

Maze

I've thought I had been through heart ache before, but this is unlike anything I have ever experienced.

The look on her face that was void of any love she had for me.

The tears rolling down her face, looking at the face of a man who betrayed her.

Her fucking another man.

The thought of her seeing me fuck another woman.

My heart is crumbled. It's a pile of ripped up pieces, floating around in my chest.

"Maze? Maze! What the fuck is going on man," Lux's panicked voice reaches me again as he yells through the phone.

"Yeah, could you just get here. I need help." My voice is raspy and quiet.
"Of course man, but what the hell is going on? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'll explain everything when you get here," I can hear the despondency in my voice.

"Fuck man. Alright. I should be there in ten, 'kay?"
"Yeah..." I sigh as he hangs up.

How the fuck did I end up here? Fiona is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I've never been happier than I was than when I was with her. But nothing in my life ever stays good. Nothing good ever stays.

Where the hell did she get a gun? I know her brothers are the leaders of a motorcycle club, but from what I saw, they kept her out of the business. But they gave her the gun? And she damn well knew how to use it.

The Fiona tonight was a completely different woman than the one I've known. One that can protect herself and isn't someone to be cornered, just as her brothers. If that's the case, I just blew up my life for nothing. Or I'm a gullible piece of shit.

She has always been quiet, but never has she shown this savagery. She's powerful in her own right, just by a simple look. But tonight, she was avenging herself. A warrior.

I can feel the tears brimming over my face, but I have no way to wipe them off, so they drip down to my pants. I look down and see the full condom and jizz that's spilled.

Fuck.

I'm surprised I didn't throw up watching her. But she taught me a lesson.

No one makes Fiona Blue look stupid.

That's exactly what I did. She thought she could trust me. She made her hesitation clear a year ago, but she trusted me. I made her look stupid.

But who's the one handcuffed to the chair? Who's the one with another man's jizz running down his pant leg?

Yeah.

I hear the door of a car slam and the running of heavy boots before Lux walks right in and scans the room, finding me in my... state.

"Dude..."

"Just uncuff me. Please." It takes a lot of effort to not clench and grind my teeth.

"Yeah. Okay."

He makes quick work of uncuffing one hand, then pauses, looking at my lap.

"Lux," I growl, looking at the floor.

"Right, right," he shakes his head as he finishes uncuffing the other hand.

"Um, you wanna tell me why you have jizz on your lap? Is that yours?" He gags a little.

"No, it's not fucking mine," I sigh.

"I'm all ears, bro, your jizz or not, why is it on your lap? Why were you cuffed? Where's Fiona?" I wince at her name.

Lux stares at my face, probably seeing the miriad of emotions I'm feeling. "I fucked up," I whisper.

"You fucked up?" He draws out, obviously confused as to why I fucked up, but I'm the one cuffed.

I take a deep breath, knowing that he's going to ream my ass just as Fiona did. "I hooked up with Margie." I keep my gaze on the floor.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" He roars. "Tell me this is a fucking joke. Oh shit, Rogue and Diesel are going to kill you. You realize that right? They will tie you up by your organs from a tree in the middle of downtown, naked—," I cut him off.

"Fiona might, too. She's the reason I'm sitting here."

His look of confusion would normally make laugh. "What?"

"She saw me. She recorded it."

"Oh, shit." He looks as heartbroken as I am. Fiona is reserved and quiet, but she really tried with my friends. She gave as much as she could even when it was uncomfortable, and because of it, all my friends love her.

"Yeah, then when I got home, she cuffed me to the chair, held a gun to my head, and fucked a dude in front of me."

"Fuuuuck. So, that's his jizz? Oh shit, that's brutal." He's trying to lighten the mood, but even his face is desolate. "Why, Maze? Why would you do this to her?"

"Because I would do anything for her."

"Huh? That makes no fucking sense, Maze!"

I just shrug. "I need to go see Rogue," I say as I get up, heading to my shower to wash this fucking this night off me. I feel so disgusted with myself that I touched Margie, but now all I see is Fiona and fucking Ace. I'm going to kill that mother fucker. Then Margie.

"I don't think that's a good idea! I want to kill you, but in a metaphorical way, he will literally kill you!"

"I know that, and it's no less than I deserve. But there's some things he needs to know." I can't tell Lux. It's safer if he doesn't know.

"Okay, but let's wait, maybe? Where do you think she went tonight, man? It's late and none of them probably want to see you right now."

I stop and take a deep breath. He's right. But I can't stay here, not without her. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Of course." I can tell he kind of hates me right now, but he's always been my best friend. We've been friends since we were kids, so he knows this isn't something I would ever do. And it isn't.

"Margie? Really?"

I just shake my head and head to our room. I move through the movements of throwing the clothes I'm wearing into the trash. I turn on the water to as hot as it can go. I shower quickly and thoroughly, focusing on the suds as they wash down the drain.

I lean my head on the shower wall, trying to hold back the sob that wants to escape.

Fiona was a surprise and she was a tough nut to crack. I pushed and pushed because I knew she was meant for me. She's not only the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but she enchanted me. She invaded every waking thought and I fell hard and fast for her.

She was wary, having had people betray her before, but she eventually opened up to me. What I found made me love her even more.

She's talented beyond belief. Her tattoos are the most detailed, exquisite pieces I've ever seen. I'm proud of the work she's done on me, proud to call her mine, proud to be hers.

I'm still hers even if she doesn't want me. I always will be.

She became my life quickly, and for once in my life, I wasn't scared of the future. She was the best thing that happened to me, and I would do literally anything for her.

Even if it makes her hate me.