She is mine

MELISSA'S POV

"Melissa! Wait!", I heard Alexander's voice but there was no way in hell I was going to wait for him. 

I picked up the pace ready to leave but just as I made it out to the parking lot, I was immediately turned by the arm and faced Alexander.

"It's not what it looked like." His eyes looked panicked, and at first it flattered me that he would care that much, but I remembered  my words then.

"What part of  'we're done' don't you understand, Alexander? I don't care what you do with that skank anymore. I hope you had a nice time." I looked up at his hair and it had been ruffled, surely from a quickie in sheets.

What a  pig!

I  shook my head and turned toward my car, but he stopped me again.

He raised his bandaged hand up, and I instantly felt worry for what happened to him. What the hell did he do?

"I hurt myself, she was just cleaning up the cuts." He watched me, waiting for some type of reaction, but I wasn't going to give him one. I was too stubborn. "It wasn't what you thought," He added.

"And what did I think?" I held up a hand. "Wait don't answer that. Remember? I.  Don't. Care." I stopped him when he opened his mouth to answer.

He sighed. "Melissa, why are you being so fucking stubborn about this? I fucked her one time and all of the sudden you don't want to be with me?  What about all those other women from our runs that I've fucked? You didn't bring up with me then, so why now?"

I took a deep breath and fought with every ounce that I had  not to scream at him, letting him really have it. Just the fact he brought up the other women that I may or may not have known about, pissed me off even more. He acted like sleeping around was no big deal; that what two people shared together in the bed was just like any other activity to pass the time.

"You don't think  any of those other times didn't destroy me? Well, you would be so fucking wrong. I used to lay awake every night wondering what you're were doing, or who you were always with while I was sitting at home all alone! I put up with a lot of your bullshit, Alexander, because I thought I loved you, but it wasn't love at all ....." He flinched at my words. "Then why didn't you say anything sooner? Maybe I would have stopped."

 I let out a strangled laugh.

"It would have taken me to say something for you to realize that you're a piece of shit? That you shouldn't fuck other women when you're with someone? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

Unbelievable. I turned and walked toward my car again.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't know it bothered you as much as it did. Most of the old-ladies around here understand their man's needs. As long as...."

I spun around and poked him in the chest. " I know the fucking rules and the understanding they have! But, how can you not think it didn't bother me?! You keep forgetting that I am not just your lady, Alexander! I am actual member of the club, too. I am...." I broke off. Shaking my head as I laughed.

There wasn't anything l could say to shine a light on this for him. "Fine, you want to understand?" I added.

"Yes! I really do! I don't get what the big deal..."

"I fucked Gearhead," I blurted out, knowing that I didn't, I wouldn't have been able to tell him.

His eyes widened as he stepped back. "What. The. Fuck?"

"Hurts, doesn't it?" I cocked a brow at him. I thought I'd feel triumphant when I told him, like I got revenge on him, but it only made me feel sick. The way he looked at me now only made it worse.

"When?" He asked shocked.

"Does it matter..." I snorted.

"When?!" He shouted as his hands fisted up at his sides, making  his knuckles crack.

"When I walked in on you and Jane. You never saw me walk in, did you?" He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "I was so angry at you. I wanted to hurt you like you had hurt me," I whispered, afraid to talk any louder.

"Well, you succeed," He coaked as he stared at me for a long moment before he turned and headed toward the clubhouse.

I have never seen Alexander look so destroyed before that moment. I have never realized how much he actually cared about me until that moment. His face said it all, but I shouldn't worry about that anymore. I ended things and that was that. I told  him the truth, even if it wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be.

When I unlocked the car and threw my purse in the front seat, I had a scream and a loud crash come from inside the clubhouse.

Shit! I turned and took off running back inside.

Bar stools were being thrown across the room as my eyes  settled at the culprit. Dust. Gearhead. Shit!

"I should kill you!", Alexander shouted at Gearhead, trying to round the pool table to get at him, but Gearhead was dodging him.

"Dude, I am sorry! She came into my room while I slept! I mean, who can say no to that?" When he pointed at me, Alexander met my gaze for a moment before his eyes turned to pure fire. Then he went back trying to get his hands on Gearhead.

Gearhead,  AKA  Gabe Martinex, was the club's secretary and worked hand-in-hand with me most days. He had been patched into the club for nearly five years now, and served his time thoroughly. Axel drug him through the mud when he was a prospect, and he was in easy target being only five foot, four inches and scrawny at the time. He has since filled in in all the right places. Muscles bulged from his tee shirts and his jeans we're fitting snugger these days against his  trong legs. He was the complete opposite of Alexander Smith with his dirty blond hair, dark eyes and goatee.

And he was just about to out-dodge Alexander, but Alexander was quick-witted and threw a pool ball at Gearhead's knee before he jumped over the pool table. Gearhead went down like a sack of potatoes and cried out in pain.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" He was on the floor holding his knee.

"You fucked my  girlfriend, you mother fucker!" Alexander boomed.

Then I saw Alexander grab Gearhead's shirt collar as he pulled his arm back and then started to pound him in the face. The sound was awful as Gearhead's bones crunched beneath Alexander's blows. Grunts echoed through the bar. Gearhead got the upper hand as he got up at his feet  and punched Alexander straight in the mouth as blood  splattered on the wall nearby.

"Hey!" I screamed, making my way to them, but the other club members were quicker and began to pull them apart. They were both breathless, sweaty, and bloody.

"Dude, fuck you! You had a great fucking thing, but you couldn't keep your dick in your pants! You don't deserve her!" Gearhead spat on the ground at Alexander's feet.

"And do you think you deserve her?!" Alexander retorted, his fists still balled up at his sides.

"Maybe I do!" Gearhead  held his head up with pride, staring Alexander down and not giving a shit that he was small compared to Alexander's six foot inch stature.

"She's mine," Alexander growled before he lunged at Gearhead again, but the guys held him back.

"What in the hell is going on here?!" Everyone jumped and turned at the sound of Axel Dunkens'  deep husky voice filling  the  room.

He walked up to the bloodied  idiots and grabbed them by the shirt collars.

"Acting like this, neither of you deserve my daughter"

Knock this shit off!" Then he let them go, shoving them apart. "Where the fuck is Melissa, anyway?"

The club's eyes all stared behind Axel toward me as he spun and stared me down.

"Melissa. Office. Now!" He growled, crunching debris under his boots as he headed down the hall.

I was right on his tail, panicking about what he was going to say to me. He might be my dad, but he was fucking terrifying when it came down to club  business.