This Chapter is a bit short.

Jax was half naked, his pants were down to his knees while he was fucking another women. A women who wasn't me my brain kept telling me. The Sluts legs were wrapped around him while she was moaning, horribly might I add. She looked like she was doped up out of her mind on coke or some other drug. Next thing I knew is I went for her. I pushed pass Jax, surprise was written all over his face. I went for her face first and punched her right in the noise. I her a crack, good I broke it.

"Bitch!" The Slut yelled. I couldn't believe this cracked up whore had the nerves to fuck MY man. I wasn't done with her yet, not by the long shot. I went for her neck slamming her to the ground. I wanted to choke the life out of her. I could faintly hear Jax yelling out the door for help, but I didn't care. All I could think about was the thought of Jax fucking this nasty bitch. I was going to kill her I knew it, I wanted to see the life fade from her eyes.

But I never had the chance, because I was pulled off of her by Juice kicking and screaming, "I'll kill her! I kill her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs trying to get out of Juices grip.

Jax came up to me "Jesus Cleo! Your making a scene."

"Cleo calm down. Don't let him know how much her hurt you." Juice whispered to me.

I stopped my pursuit. I was making a scene. And good, let them know, let the whole club know that what happens when to mess with the Princess of SamCrow. I looked at the girl on the floor, she was a bloody mess, crying as she held her face. When Juice realized that I wasn't gonna do anymore harm he slowly let me go. I walked up to Jax who was by the door, his arms crossed in front of him. I slapped him across the face, hard. He didn't react though. He only stood there taking it, he deserved it and he knew it. Out of every fight know matter how big we always came back to each other. They never lasted long. But this time was different. In all of six years through on's and off's neither one of us have ever strayed, except for today. The hatred I felt for him was written all over my face. I just pushed passed him and walked out.

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When I got home I rushed to the toilet and threw up. I was nausous, my hand I was pretty sure was broken and my stomach was killing me. I tried to get up only to fall back down. The sudden pain was to much. A rushed of panic washed over me. The baby! Something was wrong with the baby. I had to get to the hospital. Forcing myself up fear shot through me. There was to so much blood. I gagged, holding in the vomit that was threatening to come up. No no no, I lost it, I lost the baby. I sat there in my own blood for what must have been hours until I found enough strength to clean myself up.

I wasnt about to stay here any longer. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna stay around to face Jax. I grabbed a bag and started to fill it with clothes. Taking the bare minimum. And I left.

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Present Day

"I was Pregnant." Jax froze.

He didn't move, he was deadly silent. I was afraid of his reaction, what he might do, so I spoke.

" I was pregnant, the night I left, that is why I was acting all bi-polar the week before I left. That was what I was coming to tell you at the club house that night." I whispered, my head fall down. I couldn't look him in the eye. I couldn't stand to see his face know the question he was about to ask. And sure enough he did.

"Wheres the baby?" Jax asked, looking around as if our child would just pop up out of know where.

"I lost it." I sighed "i lost it that night after I left the clubhouse once I got home." the unspoken thought I knew he was thinking was "after I found you in bed with another women" hung in the air between us. He knew it was his fault, the stress and devastation of him cheating making me lose our child.