Here is Chapter Two, thanks for the reviews, let me know what you guys think, chapter three up hopefully by the end of the week!
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"A divorce, you gotta be fucking kidding me!" Tig screamed at the top of his lungs. Maitreya shuddered. "Alex, this wasn't an easy decision to make, I struggled with this for a while." Tig walked to the nearest wall and punched it, causing a picture to come crashing down. "Really, because it seems like it didn't take you that long, what the hell brought this on?" Maitreya chuckled and placed her hands on her hips. "How long do you have, I'm not the type of person that waits at home while her husband doesn't come home, or if you did, it was at 2:00, 3:00 or 5:00 that you would come strolling in with some fucking excuse that my father needed you or it had something to do with the club. When really, okay I'll give you some credit, some of those excuses about having club business was true, but after the 6th or 8th time, it's not that hard to figure out that you were fucking some sweet butt here." Tig shook his head in frustration. "Well you not getting a divorce sweetie, Clay, hell Gemma won't allow it." Maitreya walked over to Tig. "You are going to grant me this divorce Tig, I don't care what my dad or Gemma think, you only married me to get to the top anyway." Tig scoffed. "That's not fucking true." Rolling her eyes Maitreya sat on the bed across from Tig. "Yeah it is, you wanted an easy ride to the top of the biker food chain and guess what you found it in me, you got closer to my father after we got hitched, you were just using the princess of bikers as an easy ticket into the VP spot. But you know Jax isn't letting that go without a fight." Before Tig could speak knocking interrupted by screaming.
Clay forced his way into the apartment. "What the hell is going on, we could hear you from the garage." Maitreya got up and walked over to doorway. "Nothing, Tig and I are ending our marriage, that's all." Maitreya walked out, while Clay sat and stared at Tig. "She just ask you for a divorce?" Tig nodded. "Jesus Christ, you know Gemma won't let you hear the end of this right?" Tig nodded again. Tig joined Clay at the bar. "Give Maitreya time to cool off, I'm guessing this about you messing around with other women." Tig nodded while he sipped his beer. "I doubt she will even go through with the divorce." Tig placed his beer on the top of the bar. "I don't know she seemed pretty determined, I've pissed her off one too many times brother, maybe it will be better this way."
Maitreya walked toward the garage when Gemma grabbed her waist. "You are not getting a divorce; women in this club learn to live with their old men's side helpings." Maitreya leaned back on her heel. "Well I guess I can't do that anymore, Gemma. I'm tired of waking up in the middle of the night and not knowing where he is or who's pussy he's in. I'm just tired, I'm sorry I'm not as strong as you to hold together a marriage built on lies." Gemma grabbed her arm. "Hey, that marriage you're talking about, kept you and Jax in nice clothes and I didn't hear you two complaining growing up. Now, you wanna meet you nephew before you skip town again." Maitreya bit her lip as she starred at Gemma. "Fine, I owe that much to Jax." Gemma smiled as she climbed into the car.
Once arriving at St. Thomas, Gemma once again grabbed Maitreya's arm. "Now I know you and Tara don't have a smooth relationship." Maitreya chuckled as she pulled her arm away. "You think I'm going to make a scene. She broke his fucking heart and know they are fucking each other, she's a bitch." Gemma placed her keys in her purse. "She saved Abel's life, and if she's in Jax's life, you going to have to live with it, your divorcing Tig, family." Maitreya shook her head. "She's not my family." Maitreya jumped out of the car.
Walking down the hallway toward Abel's room Tara exited with Jax. "Wonder if she was giving him his daily check-up?" Maitreya asked Gemma. "Shut the hell up, just play nice, hey baby, Doc." Jax and Tara turned to see the women walking down the hall. "You didn't tell me your sister was back in town." Jax looked at Tara. "It's been a long day, must've forgot, just try to stay out of her way, I still remember when you two got in a fight in the living room when we were kids." Tara folded her chart under her arm. "She started it, hey Gemma, Maitreya, welcome back to Charming." Maitreya gave her a coy smile. "As you know you can't hold him . . ." Maitreya interrupted her. "Yeah I know, Gemma explained it to me on the ride over." Tara smiled. "Okay, well I have other patients I got to attend but if there are any problems just tell someone at the front desk." Maitreya watched Abel through the window while Gemma answered for her. "Thanks Doc, will do." Tara walked away while Gemma scoffed. "Couldn't be nicer?" Maitreya folded her arms. "I don't like her." Jax gently shoved her. "Hey, be nice, I got to get back to the club house, what do you want me to tell Tig?" Maitreya smiled. "I'll see him later, I guess." Jax nodded as he left. "Second thoughts on the divorce?" Maitreya walked in and sat in the chair looked at Abel.
"How long does he have to stay in there?" Gemma sat next to her. "Not long, probably a couple more weeks, and then he can come home. I have some errands to run, you going to be okay, alone?" Maitreya nodded. Gemma picked up her purse and left.
Maitreya arrived at her home that she shared with Tig, but Tig's bike wasn't in the driveway. Once in the house, she walked into the bedroom and grabbed clothes to change into after her shower. While under the water, she heard the front door close. Wrapping a towel around her she opened the door to find Tig standing in front of her. "Hey, rough night?" Tig chuckled as he walked past her and into the bedroom. "Bobby, Piney and I went to a bar, kinda got into a fight." Maitreya leaned against the door frame. "I see, you won I'm presuming?" Tig chuckled, as he pulled his shirt off. "You done in the shower?" Maitreya raised an eyebrow. "The wet hair didn't tell you anything, yes I'm done. Look before you shower, the whole divorce thing, sleeping in the same house, isn't going to piss you off, I'm only staying till I can find a place." Tig leaned against the bathroom door frame. "I'll give you the house, it's not a problem, I'll stay at the club house." Folding her arms she gave Tig a smile. "I'm don't want to kick you out, you don't have to stay at the club house." Tig reached to close the door. "It's not a big deal, you picked the house anyway, and I'm barely here. About the divorce, did you draw up the papers yet?" Taken back, she rubbed her arm. "No, but soon, the end of the week probably." Tig nodded. "Okay, I'm going to shower, you can take the bedroom, I'll take the couch, I'll grab clothes, and move into apartment at the club house." Holding back tears she nodded. "Okay, we'll talk more about assets and shit tomorrow, I guess." Still standing in the doorway Tig nodded. "Okay, I guess I'll see you in the morning." Maitreya pulled her hair in a ponytail. "Yeah, goodnight Tig."