Betrayed by His Brotherhood - Biker Romance with Other Woman Drama #986588

Everyone in the club could see my husband cheating. They just spent two months swearing to my face that I couldn’t.
I’m Cassidy Holloway. My father built the Brackwater Motorcycle Club out of nothing on this stretch of the Mississippi coast, and when he died, the men kept the patch. What they never understood is what they kept it on — the salvage yard, the docks, the deep-water channel, the quiet money that floats every bike in that clubhouse. My husband holds the gavel. I hold the ground underneath it.
Then the brotherhood took in a widow. A soft, grieving thing who’d lost her man to the water. And Deke — my president, my husband of twenty years — stopped looking at me like I was his, and started looking at her.
When I said something, they had the answer ready. I was tired. I was jealous. I was paranoid, unstable, cruel to a woman in mourning. My own husband held my face in his hands and told me I was losing my grip. And God help me, I almost let him write that story for me.
But I grew up on this coast. I know what the channel takes and what it gives back. I know the widow they’re sheltering didn’t lose her husband to those black waters at all — and the brothers I’d have died for are closing ranks around something far colder than a bed.
They forgot one thing while they were so busy erasing me. The jealous wife crying in the kitchen and the woman who owns the water under their boats are the same person. And there’s a hurricane turning toward Cordova.
They called me paranoid for two months. They should have spent that time asking what I’d do the day I finally believed them.