"You fuck this up for me and I swear I will fucking kill you."
She had done everything she could on the list he had given her, had paid everything he told her to and gotten groceries. She was worried about what kind of mood he would be in when he got home. It was nearly 10 o'clock when her phone began ringing. She had been sitting on the couch watching tv waiting for him to come home. Afraid of what was on the other end of the line, she quickly picked up to answer it.
"Heeeey! Staying at the clubhouse..." He stuttered, obviously quite drunk
"Ok baby. Do I need to bring you breakfast or lunch in tomorrow?" She asked
"Noooooooo. You have a job to doooo, will tell you about it tom *hiccup* morrow." He informed her
"Anything for you, baby." She replied, unsure of what he had planned for her
"Keep your fat ass in the house till I get there." He ordered before hanging up on her
She sighed, hating not knowing what was happening. Even worse was wondering what this job was. If he was making her work at the garage with him she would absolutely die! There were so many people always at the garage, from what she was told last night, and there was no way she could bear the idea of everyone seeing her and knowing her dirty little secret. Her scars and lacerations were usually not visible, her husband made damn sure of that, but she still felt as though people could see them and what he did to her. Lilia had worked herself into a near frenzy before she finally cried herself to sleep on the couch.
He had finally come home on his lunch break. She was nervous since he wasn't showing any kind of emotion. He marched into the kitchen to see if she'd followed his orders the previous morning. With a slight nod, he took the paper he'd folded up out of his back pocket and handed it to his wife. He explained what Gemma wanted her to do and when she was expected to have it done. He handed her a wad of cash telling her to go get the supplies. Looking up at him nervously, he barked at her to get the fuck out of the house so he could get some sleep. She jumped in shock but quickly scrambled to get her shoes & purse so she could get what she needed.
She quickly found herself sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store. She was calculating how much of each ingredient she would need to do all the baking. Sighing, it would take her a full day, if not 2, to get all this damn baking done! Why was she being asked to do this baking? Perhaps this would make him look better in the eyes of the club he was damn near desperate to get into. And for the life of her she still couldn't figure out why he was wanted in this club so badly! Shaking her head, she grabbed her purse and quickly made her way inside.
He didn't allow her to do any baking while he was there. Being in a suddenly foul mood, he made her sleep on the cold, hard floor again. What she didn't know was that her husband had received a phone call from someone who frightened her even more than her husband did. Just like she did every morning he was home, she got up to make him breakfast and see that he got the day started off right. He back-handed her every chance he could simply because he could. He had her in tears by the time he left for work, leaving her to clean up the mess he'd made in their house before getting to all the baking she needed to do for the President's wife.
Several weeks had passed since Lilia had done all the baking for Gemma. Her husband was getting more and more secretive and more violent. She was nursing a broken nose and completely swelled-shut eye. Gemma had wanted to come and thank her properly for the baking she'd done but her husband had told everyone she'd come down with a nasty stomach bug. She hated being stuck in the house but having people see her in this stated was worth the isolation.
One day as she was feverishly cleaning the house, he came home early from work. It startled her which just seemed to put him in a foul mood in an instant. She was on her hands & knees scrubbing a "spot" from the floor from one of his last rages.
"Bitch, I'm leaving for a few days. We're going east to some other MC for business." He stated, kicking her in the side as he strolled past her to get a beer from the fridge
"Oh! Um, ok. Do you need me to do anything while you're gone?" She meekly asked
"You don't leave this house. I so much as see a footprint leaving..." He didn't even bother with finishing the sentence because she knew what would happen
She merely nodded as she followed him around while he got things ready to pack a bag. A few days without him would be nice. For a few days she would have respite from the belittling, from the abuse, from the fear. She packed the bag while he made sure he had everything he needed to take with him. Oncee his bag was packed, he took an empty whiskey bottle and knocked her in her forehead with it. Had no reason to, she hadn't really upset him, or done anything to deserve the violence he inflicted upon her. He did it simply because he could and wanted to see the effect of hitting her with the heavy bottle. She fell to the floor with a 'thump' unconscious. He scoffed before strolling outside to his Harley and heading back to the clubhouse.
Tig had practically been drooling as he told the new prospect about patch-over parties. Even though he had a wife at home, he was eager to impress Clay and the rest of the club. When he was asked if he would like to make this run with them he happily agreed. Gemma found his eagerness odd, especially having a wife at home, and was sad she couldn't have physically been at the fundraiser where her fabulous baked goods were quite the hit! He lied to the Matriarch about why his wife couldn't attend which he thought she believed.
As he revved his bike and got in his designated spot, he didn't even give his unconscious wife a second thought. All he could think about was the liquor and pussy awaiting for him at their destination. They would be gone for about 4 days. The only person he called in those 4 days were his father-in-law. He did as he was told, about club business any way, and enjoyed the free, hot pussy and all the alcohol he could drink!