ARIA
ASSASSIN WIFE
The music throbbed through the club, pulsing in my veins. After the crazy ordeal that happened in Detroit, the girls and I were determined to enjoy ourselves tonight. Before I met Josh my girls dragged me to the club. I was such a workaholic. But I always had a great time. We loved shaking our asses on the dance floor.
When I went out with Josh it was different. We couldn't go downstairs and dance on the main floor with everyone else; instead, we stayed in V.I.P., protected from prying eyes and unfriendly attention.
If Josh’s teammate Wyatt, his wife Lakelyn, my brother-in-law Axl, and his wife Eden joined us the atmosphere was tolerable. The ladies and I would dance with each other on the dance floor a few feet away from our husbands who sat at our table.
V.I.P was also supposed to be a semi safe place. Not many jersey chasers made it upstairs unless invited by the players. When that happened jersey chasers lusted for the players in the wives faces. The jersey chasers often saw me as a threat. They wanted my husband the Super bowl champ. Sometimes it was exhausting. I found I craved normalcy. My life had been anything but normal. After all I was the coach’s daughter I’d seen groupies go nuts over football players. When jersey chasers tried to test me they quickly learned that my cute face hid quite a feisty temper.
At events I’d punched a few of them in the face. Out of public view of course. I couldn’t allow it to get back to my TV show producer that I slapped women around for disrespecting me. When the women tried to sue me, I had Packard our bodyguard pick them up and take them to my special place where I tortured them. Needless to say, they decided not to press charges against me afterward.
It didn’t matter what club Josh and I went to across the U.S. women tried me.
The rock on my left ring finger and his hand possessively gripping mine should’ve been enough. However, it wasn’t. This trip was important for me and Josh to reconnect. Bonding with like minded couples who were killers like us made this trip epic. I guess you could say this was a guys and girls trip. The trips were just separate. Josh got the opportunity to kick it with the guys. And I was able to let my hair down with the bad girls. They were so bad. I fucking loved it.
I couldn’t wait to spend time with Josh on the island during the couples retreat. After all the missions we’d been on, the football games he played in, and raising our child Alessia, it was time for Josh and I to give each other our undivided attention.
Moving to the beat, I stood with the girls at the bar ready to hit the dance floor.
“Time for shots,” Carmen yelled. She passed shots of tequila to each of us.
“That’s her,” I heard a woman shout over the music.
I was so used to hearing, ‘that’s her’ my ears perked up.
The girls and I raised our shot glasses in the air.
“Josh Mavis has to be here,” she yelled.
I gritted my teeth together in anger.