The Biker Kings Bride

Vivienne's POV

Moans filled my ears, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of it. I pressed my eyes shut, but all it did was amplify the nightmare I was already having.

"Does that hurt, baby?" Grant's words filled my ears. With each thrust inside her, I felt my world crumble around me. "Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock."

"Yes." She moaned, her sultry voice hitting the mirrored ceilings in our room. A thin line of sweat covered her forehead, and if the way her eyes rolled to the back meant anything, it was the fact that she was enjoying herself. A little too much if you asked me. "Yes baby. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good."

"You're definitely tighter than my wife, Vee." Grant's words had slapped me in the face. "Fuck, I'd choose you over her anytime any day."

I wasn't sure which hurt most, the fact that my presence did nothing to stop my husband from cheating on me, or the fact that he had gone ahead to rub it in my face.

"Just look at her." Grant had sneered when I walked in on them, him butt naked and ramming into the lady from behind. "And look at you. You're old and wrinkled, no one would want you, especially not me."

Grant hadn't just cheated on me, he'd broken every bit of me too.

"Focus on me, Grant." Laila purred, rubbing her butt against my husband's erection. She was one of his newest employees and I knew I should have questioned how she became his personal assistant in less than two weeks. "I need you."

Did I mention she was half my age too?

I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell at the top of my voice, but what was that going to change? If they could keep going, and in my presence too, I wasn't sure anything could deter them from fucking each other's brains out.

My gaze darted to the vase standing pretty on one of the tables in the hallway. For a split second, I debated slamming it at the back of his head. My fingers had barely grazed the side of the vase when....

"Hey!" Someone yelled beside me, pulling me sharp out of my daydream. I blinked twice, willing myself to adjust to my immediate environment. Once my vision cleared out, I jerked back in fear at the angry man staring at me. "Are you blind! Fucking watch where you're going, missy!"

"I'm sorry." I stuttered. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..."

He was gone before I could complete the rest of my sentence. Apparently, I'd bumped into him and almost pushed him onto the busy road.

I didn't mean it, I was just lost in thought.

I sighed, ignoring the pang in my chest. It'd been days since I walked in on Grant cheating on me, but apparently 168 hours wasn't enough to scrub my mind clean of the memory.

I moved out that very day, and my life had been nothing short of a living hell. Grant must have figured my next move, because he froze all of my bank accounts.

Not only was I heartbroken, I was broke.

Devastatingly broke.

My grip on my purse tightened as I rounded the corner. The sun was already setting, and it was going to be dark soon. I hadn't been living in this area for long, but I just knew staying out late would only spell out trouble for me.

I already had a lot on my plate, and the last thing I needed was a mugging, or worse, being stabbed by a thief.

As I walked down the visibly lonely walkway, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being followed. It had started four days ago actually.

I was glad I'd found a run down motel at a steal, what I didn't know was that I'd just signed off my own death warrant.

It'd started off as small signs. A shadow outside my motel room, an almost static phone call whispering just my name and in the middle of the night.

They were small signs I could shake off, until they weren't. Slowly, they became more gruesome and more deliberate. Dead rats at my doorstep, my tires being slashed. Cryptic messages left for just me and in the most random places too. Strange faces staring at me and.....

A twig breaking off in the distance was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I snuck a glance behind me, and wish I didn't.