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California Fornication //

Three — ‘Start Pretending’

Summary: Bob Floyd finds you and Hangman in a compromising position. There’s a lot more than meets the eye as to why Rooster chose his wife over you. He just hasn’t told you.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating. Love Triangle x2. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin xF!reader. Question ing Morality. Angst. Abusive of power in a relationship. Domestic abuse. SMUT!

Word Count: 2.9k

Author Note: First upload after my wedding. Had this idea swimming around in my brain all week.

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“Siren!”

It was all too much for your brain to comprehend. The man you’d been dating, the man you had begun to see a future with, the man who made you forget about all the boys who came before, was married. Bradley Bradshaw was a married man.

“Y/n—“ Bradley called after you as you made your way back to your car. Of all the days you could have parked closer, today was the day you decided to park all the way in the back row of the lot. “Would you just stop for five seconds so I can explain!”

You couldn’t begin to explain the way you felt. Betrayed, heartbroken, angry, used. Nothing really did the trick when trying to find the right adjective that perfectly described the sick bottomless pit your stomach had become as you scurried back to your car with Rooster hot on your tail. “Y/n! Please just let me explain!” Bradley begged as he caught up to you. His boots were heavy on the ground as he gripped at your wrist—turning you back to face him as he pleaded with you. “Please, just listen.”

“You know when would have been a perfect time to explain your situation, Rooster?” You hissed as you ripped your wrist from his grasp. “At the bar! The night we met!” It was damn near impossible to believe that the fact Bradley was married had never been discussed or even be divulged to you. By anyone. “Right now? I don’t wanna know, because I’m about three seconds away from getting in my car and running you down!” It’s the anger in your voice that frightens Rooster the most before he’s standing there, watching you walk away.

“We’re getting a divorce!” He shouts after you, jogging to catch up to you as you keep putting one foot in front of the other. “I don’t know what she’s doing here baby, you have to believe me.” It sounds as sincere as he can make it sound. “I never wanted you to find out like this, please—“ You pause in your stride, trying your best to keep the tears that had formed in your lower lash line from streaming down your cheeks. It’s to no avail though—they fall freely before the man who’d stolen your heart. “I swear to you, she’s nothing to me anymore.” Bradley’s voice softens as he steps a little closer all the while you step back. Keeping your distance. “I was going to tell you about it all.” He admitted through tears of his own. “About her. But it still hurts to think about it and when I’m with you Siren?” Bradley paused to soak in the way your eyes mimicked his own heartbreak. “It doesn't hurt.”

“I need to get home—“ You needed time to process the earth shattering news. “Please just let me go home, Rooster, before I have an aneurysm.”

“It doesn't hurt when I’m with you!” Bradley needed you to hear him out, so he kept talking as you walked away. He watched you dump your duffel into the backseat of your car as he spoke. “I mean it Siren, I don’t love her, I’m with you now and if I’m being perfectly honest here I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Bradley blocked you from opening your driver's side door. He said not a single word as he pulled you into him for a desperate kiss. Full of passion and love. Your lips melted with his as you tried to will yourself to be strong. But the tears kept falling.

“I need you to hear me out about this alright?” He whispered as he let your forehead rest against yours. “I promise I had every intention of telling you the truth. I told everyone not to so that I could tell you myself—I just didn’t know how and before I knew it we were official and the longer I waited the more scared I got about losing you.”

“You really mean it when you say you were getting a divorce?” You asked through wet lashes. Not sure of what to believe.

“I do.” Bradley confirmed before he was once again pulling you in for a kiss so passion filled it took the breath right out of your lungs. “I don’t settle for women who sleep with my best friend.”

“She cheated on you?” Your heart broke for the man who was currently blocking your driver's door as his arms draped over your shoulders.

“Walked in on them in the middle of it too.” You could see the memory playing out across Roosters eyes before he shook the memory from his mind. “I can’t go back to her, not when I’ve got you. So please, stay, hear me out Siren.” You let Bradley’s plea linger in the atmosphere around you before you reached up to kiss him once more for good measure.

“If you really want me to listen and you really want to lay all this out on the table—I’ll be at the Hard Deck tonight for two for one night at seven o’clock .” You explained. “I’ll book a table on the dining side, and I’ll listen.”

“I’ll be there.” Bradley smiled against your neck as he drew you in for a hug. “I’ll tell Katie to leave, I’ll tell her it’s over, completely, and I’ll be there.” Bradley Bradshaw had said that his marriage was over with enough conviction in his voice that he actually had you believing it. But as it turned out? You ended up sitting alone in a booth at the Hard Deck for two hours. And when Bradley did eventually show? He came hand in hand with his wife.

“She looks so heartbroken.” Phoenix whispered to Bob as they watched you stand from the now empty booth they’d seen you sitting alone at for the past two hours. They’d tried their best to sit with you, but you insisted you were fine.

You’d seen Bradley walk in, and within a millisecond your heart shattered into a million pieces. It was all the explanation you needed, seeing Rooster with his wife. Things were over between you. He’d chosen her. Why? Why her?

“We should—“

“We should really stay out of whatever mess this is Nix.” Bob sighed as he watched you push past the crowd and exit from the same door Rooster and his estranged wife had just come through. “Something tells me this is gonna get messy and I can’t afford to be picking and choosing sides when I entrust my life to you guys for work.”

“He’s an idiot—“ Phoenix shook her head as she took a sip of her beer, eyeing off the woman who’d destroyed her own marriage and a friendship that she once thought was unbreakable. “For going back to her.”

“Love makes you do crazy things—“ Bob replied as he caught Rooster looking around the Hard Deck while Katie spoke with Fanboy. He was looking for you. “Crazy, stupid things.”

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“Oh my god—!” Jake Seresin couldn’t have been buried any deeper inside you if he tried. “Fucking hell you’re so tight.” He moaned into the juncture of your neck as he bucked his hips into you. The two of you had switched positions—you were now the one sitting on the bathroom countertop with your legs wrapped around Jake's waist. “Why’d Bradshaw let you go huh? Tightest little pussy I’ve ever been up in.” It felt so wrong but oh so right at the same time—like you were made for him and only him.

“Did you say that to Rooster's wife too?” You teased as Jake sucked perfect pressure against your pulse point. The two of you could be compromised by anyone at any moment. The unisex bathroom the pair of you were in was one of two.

“Oh you’ve got a mean streak don’t you?” Jake smirked as his hand moved from your hip to your throat. Applying a little pressure. “And no, his dirty little mistress is a better fuck.” It sent shivers down your exposed spine. “Wanna get outta here? Come back to mine?”

“Not until you finish what you started here first.” You could feel it coming, swirling around your core, the build up of pressure so intense it was damn near electric. “I’m so close—“

“Oh don’t you worry a pretty little hair on that head of yours, Siren.” Jake snarled as he picked up and pace and pulled your hair back just enough to expose your neck for him to mark up. “I’m gonna get you exactly where you wanna go.” He was so cocky, so sure of himself it was almost infuriating. “Touch yourself for me.” But yet here you were, doing exactly as you were told as Jake fucked deep into you with everything he had. Throbbing inside your velvet walls. “That’s it Siren, look at you.” He teased as you moaned and whimpered for more. “Tell me what you want—“

“I wanna cum!” You cried as Jake chuckled with a devilish smirk that made your core ignite with lust and need. “Please—“

“I ain’t stopping you darlin.” Jake kissed your lips harshly to stop the drool that was nearly dripping out of you. “You wanna cum all over my dick then go ahead and do it, I’m sure Rooster won’t mind.” Oh but he would mind, that you both knew. Which is what made this all the more exhilarating. “Or maybe he’ll try to kill me.”

“Oh fuck!!” You were so close, your high was right there. “Jake! Fuck yes I’m gonna cum—“ He was right behind you, fucking into your until he was nearly seeing stars. “Don’t stop!”

“Ohhh god I’m right with you—“ Through a mix of moans and grunts and a need to get each other off, neither you nor Jake heard the knob of the bathroom door creek open to reveal an unsuspecting Robert Floyd. He stood there dumbfounded and shocked to no end, watching as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as it hit the mirror behind you. Your chest was perky and exposed. Jake's face was buried in your chest and he hooked his arms around the small of your waist and spilled his load inside you. Stilling with a grunt of pure ecstasy as he came with you. “Fuck.”

“Are you kidding me?” Bob thought he was speechless, but as it turned out he had a thing or two to say. Jake turned his head in the direction of where Bob's voice had come from as he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. “Are you certifiably insane!?”

“What can I say Floyd.” Jake smirked as he pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his jeans. You hopped down on the counter, leaking with Jake's load, searching for your clothes behind him. Completely mortified that Bob had seen you so exposed. “Bradshaw has an exquisite taste in women.”

“I really did feel bad for you, you know.” Bob did his best to ignore Jake's comment as he turned his attention to where you were getting dressed. “We all did, because we should have told you.” He tried to hold his tongue as he bit the inside of his cheeks. But it was coming out regardless. Bob needed to say it. “But you know what Jake did and yet here you are, so don’t come crawling to anybody for sympathy when Rooster finds out about this.”

“Last time I checked Bob—“ Jake puffed his chest a little as he took a step closer to where Bob stood. “Roosters happily married, so Siren here is free to fuck whoever she damn pleases.” Jake reminded the usually meek WSO. “But if you wanna be the one to tell Bradley about this then by all means, have at it.” Jake paused as the two men came face to face, toe to toe. “But make sure you’re ready to duck the second you taddle, he puts his weight behind those punches, and I don’t think those weak ass glasses would withstand a shot like that.”

“Jake—“ You broke the tension with a gentle hand to the small of Jake's waist. “Let’s just get out of here yeah?” You reminded him softly as Bob held his stare. Disappointed beyond belief that you would go anywhere near Jake Seresin. “Let’s just go.”

“Don’t let Penny hear you disrespect a lady like that.” Jake smirked to himself as he fixed his shirt. “She might just make you pay for a round.” Jake reached for your hand as he opened the Bathroom door. “Good to see you again Bob.” It wasn’t long after Jake had the final word that he was pulling you out of the bathroom, past the rest of the Daggers who didn’t know what to think seeing the two of you rush out of the Hard Deck together and out into the carpark.

“You didn’t have to stand up for me like that, you know.” You broke to silence as Jake opened up the passenger side door of his Ford F150, offering you a hand up that you so graciously accepted. “I can look after myself.”

“It’s nothing—“ Jake insisted as he leaned in to kiss you, soaking up the fact all eyes were on the pair of you through the window. From Phoenix to Coyote who all knew this was going to end as badly as it did the last time. “Us dirty mistresses gotta stick together.”

You hardly knew this man yet he was so endearing. The thought of getting to know Jake made you crave his attention all that much more. But you knew what this was—a fling, a rebound, a wrong turn if you will. Because Jake loved Katie and you were still pretty positive that you loved Bradley.

“To the dirty mistress' clubhouse.” You smiled as Jake beamed at you. “Hope you have a nice bedroom.”

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“No no no no I don’t think you understand what I’m saying to you Kate.” Bradley hissed as he paced back and forth in his living room. His handles fell to his hips in frustration and he burnt track marks into his carpet. “It’s over, we’re done, I don’t love you enough to want to put the work in!” It was all falling on deaf ears, Bradley’s pleas, his feelings. “I can’t be with someone who broke my heart the way you did.” All Bradley had ever wanted was what his parents had.

“You want to file for divorce Rooster, that’s fine.” Katie Beadshaw had another name before she met Rooster. Her maiden name was Katherine Ferguson. To those in uniform ‘Ferguson’ carried a title like no other and right now, it was Katie’s only okay to keep her husband in a marriage she ruined. “But just take a look at these first.” Katie pulled a handful of papers from her purse. They held a weight like no other. A power Bradley couldn’t fight.

“What are these?” Rooster snatched the slightly crumpled papers from his wife’s hand. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw what they were. “You’re kidding right? You can’t be serious! This is insane!!”

“Signed by daddy dearest himself.” Katie smirked as she stepped closer to Bradley, just so she could walk her fingers up his heaving chest. “I’m sure Siren would be thrilled to be presented with dishonorable discharge papers signed by the chief of Navy himself.” Bradley never thought the woman he married could be so cold, so cruel, so dangerous. “But hey, go ahead and divorce me, because I’d love to watch her world burn down to the ground and take you for every cent you’re worth.” Katie snickered all the while Bradley tore the papers up. “S’okay, they weren’t the real ones honey.”

“You vicious little bitch.” Bradley spat as he stepped away and ran his hand frustratedly through his sandy locks. “What do you want from me! You slept with my best friend! You broke my fucking heart Kate and now you’re blackmailing the me!? Threatening the girl who actually gives enough of a shit about me? For what huh?” Rooster felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was meant ro be with you at the Hard Deck, explaining everything—how exactly was he supposed to explain this.

“I want you back.” Katie cooed and all Bradley did was scoff. “You aren’t going to tell her about any of this either.” He followed through. “Because if you do I’ll make sure her career ends before she even knows what it’s like to be loved by you.”

“I DON'T LOVE YOU!” Bradley shouted, he couldn’t have been more clear if he tried to be before Katie’s open palm made a stinging connection against his cheek. He stood there in shock, never once had Bradley ever hit a woman but fuck this would definitely be the closest he’d gotten.

“Well you better start pretending!” Katie hissed. “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Within a second of her fit of rage and need for utter control, Katie was smiling, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to the same cheek she’d just slapped.

“Dinner at the Hard Deck baby, my treat.” Not sure what to do, Bradley nodded silently as he swallowed a heavy lump in his throat. Realising that he’d just found himself in a webb his wife had spun to keep him, and realising soon after that he’d just lost the best thing that has ever happened to him.

You.

Because there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d ever forgive him, or believe him now.

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ohtobeleah · 6 months

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California Fornication //

Four— ‘Sun & Moon’

Summary: Jakes got a secret he’s keeping close to his chest almost as close as he’s keeping you. Bradley comes face to face with a demand he can’t comprehend, but he doesn’t have a choice.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mental Manipulation. Blackmail. Forced relationship. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author Note: Day Twenty Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Blackmail & Misunderstanding. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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They say love knows no bounds, but Jake Seresin had very much seen those bounds with his very eyes. Love definitely has bound, he’s seen exactly where it ends. For him it began when what he thought was the love of his life kissed him in the corridor of the Miramar base hospital and ended when that same woman's husband caught him red handed with her underneath him.

But love didn't truly end there for Jake, but he knew it ended for Bradley Bradshaw. There was no amount of ‘Faking it till you make it’ Rooster could do in order to convince Jake that he had forgiven Katie, his wife, for willingly entering into a love affair with his best friend. He was out well before he ever met you. So the whole “I love my wife” stick he was running with didn’t make a lick of sense.

But regardless, it worked in Jake's favour, because you were here with him in the morning glow of the amber sun that crept across his hotel bedroom, looking all kinds of beautiful that Jake swore was otherworldly. Angelic if you will.

“Hi–” You smiled up at him as you laid your forearms across his exposed chest. Jake lazily smiled back at you as he traced unidentifiable objects across your spine, leaving small goosebumps in his fingertips wake.

“Hi yourself–” He replied as he watched you bat your eyelids, coaxing him for more. “Come here often?”

“Can't say I sleep with strangers all that often, no.” Jake was without sounding too overly pornagraphic, a really good fuck. He made you laugh all the while his cum coated your velvet walls over and over again. Those orgasms were powerful and took you a moment to recover from each and every time, with every one that followed just as good as the last. Jake was a giver but never turned down the offer either, so when you sank your lips around him for the first time the noises he made made you wish you could have recorded it for a later date. “And I don't plan on making it a habit either.”

But that's all you wanted it to be, sex. Pure unadulterated lustful sex that made you forget about Bradley and his wife and the heartbreak of not being enough. Not being the one he chose. Not being the one he loved.

“Well, in that case.” Jake's hand trailed down your spine slowly but with intent to please. “Do you have time before you go cold turkey?” As much as your core approved of the way Jake's hand squeezed at your ass cheek under the bedsheets you were both tangled in, you ultimately decided that you had to pump the brakes for your own protection. Jake was a breath of fresh air, but you weren't stupid enough to let him fall for you.”

“Don't–” You warned as you rolled off Jake and laid beside him with a huff.

“What?” Jake pressed as he followed you, it was now his turn to be the one on top.

“Get any ideas.” You explained with a raised eyebrow. “Don't get any ideas” There was a warning tone in your voice, a persistent threat of looming denial that Jake was fun and exciting. “There are no ideas here, got it?” But you knew what became of curious minds, the last guy you took a liking to ended up married.

“I haven't got any idea, okay.” Oh he had ideas alright, dirty ideas. Dirty ideas where you were crying his name and begging for more. Ideas where Bradshaw would be all but forgotten. “I'm just making small talk.” Jake teased as he leaned in to kiss your neck as you felt his hands make their way out to your wrists. Trapping you against the bed without a way to push him off. Fuck, it felt good.

“Okay, well don't do that either.” You tried to deny the way Jake made you feel as your core ignited into a needy throb as his mouth left marks up and down your neck, clearly on purpose.

“Why not?” Jake asked softly through a moan so pornographic it had you holding back your own little whimper in response. He was having far too much fun with this, knowing that he was getting you all worked up underneath him.

“Because this isn't gonna go anywhere Seresin.”

“Big deal.” Pulling away, Jake hovered over you as he wrapped his hands tightly around your wrists. “I just met you, for all I know you could be a psychopath.” He shrugged. “I'm not looking for commitment, and don't even mention the word monogamy because I might actually decide that with it being this close to halloween, I could get away murder.” It wasn't anywhere near the answer you were expecting, nor the rational, but Jake made you laugh regardless. He deserved an explanation, even if it was half assed and kind of egotistical of you to assume he’d fall for you.

“I'm not trying to be mean, I just–I don't want you getting too attached.”

“Hey, You jumped me.” That wasn't entirely wrong but it wasn't exactly how you remembered the bathroom incident occurring. But you couldn't deny that when you made it back to Jake's hotel room that you weren't all over him like a bad rash. You did jump him, and jump you did. “Not that I didn't mind it, it was great.” Jake made sure to add before you got the wrong idea. “We had a good time, it was actually very good, and I don't know about you but it was some of my best work.”

“Your best work huh?” You egged Jake on as he leaned in to kiss your lips. You could feel his length hardening against your core as he did so, the blood rushed from one head to the other and like most of the time, Jake Seresin was thinking with his dick and not his actual brain.

“In the bathroom too which isn't easy, especially in that weird little unisex bathroom of the bar, truly, you had me working overtime.” Jake kissed his way down your chin to your neck. His hands let go of your wrists as he slowly but surely made his way down your chest, making sure to kiss your nipples tenderly as he passed them by.

“And now?” Jake groaned as he reached your naval, looking up at you through emerald green eyes that reflected nothing but lust back at you. “Now you think you’re my sun and my moon?”

“Jake–” You whimpered as he sank lower and lower, settling between your legs as his hands pushed your legs further apart.

“That all of a sudden I think all the stars shine bright around you and only you?” Kitten licks, that's how you’d describe the way Jake swiped his tongue across your folds to collect any and all the arousal you were willing to give him, the arousal he was behind. “That you touched me and the heavens opened up and I'm suddenly blinded by the angel that is you?”

“Possibly–” was it so hard to believe you were a catch? Couldn’t anyone just pick you, choose you, love you for you? Or were you always doomed to be the second choice, the constellation prize.

“You’re good, I'll give you that, but you ain’t that good sweetheart.” Two fingers slowly pressed themselves inside you and your back arched with pleasure. With expert movements, Jake curled his digits up into your velvet walls and smirked against your sensitive bundle of nerves as you covered your face. Overcome by embarrassment and need.

“I did jump you, didn't I?” You had to agree that Jake was a very jumpable guy.

“Yeah–you did.” It was the way Jake curled his fingers up inside you and licked against your clit to keep the pleasure building at a beautiful pace inside your core that had you going insane. Here this beautiful single man was between your thighs, eating you out like you were his last meal and all you could think about was just how mad Bradley Bradshaw was going to be when he found out.

“Okay well point taken.” You had to curl your hands into the sheets of the mattress to hold off your approaching orgasm, you wanted to hold it, experience the pleasure Jake was very generous giving. “You’re not after me.”

“I'm not after you, you'd have to be at the very least, married for me to fall in love with you.” Jake teased as he watched your facial expressions, he knew you were close, but that didn't mean he was going to stop his assault on you. If anything he knew to not change a single thing he was doing, you were right where he wanted you to be. Just on the edge but not close enough to fall. After all, they didn't call him Hangman for nothing. He liked his women on the edge for as long as he could keep them there. Floating in a paradox of pleasure he created.

“Oh god Jake, please, I’m so fucking close.” You whined in need of release as your hips bucked and your walls clenched around Jake's digits.

“We, are at the bare minimum, strangers who maybe get to know each other a little more and have sex whenever and where they please and if applicable, annoy the hell out of the very oh so much in love Bradshaws until our hearts content.” Jake spoke against your core to slow down your orgasms approach, you were far too pretty on the edge to not revel in.

“We’re strangers who had sex one time, I don't think we should be doing this on a consistent basis.” You hissed just trying to chase your release. It was right there in front of you.

“We’re strangers who had sex four times in one night.” Jake made sure to correct you as he looked up from his place between your thighs as your arousal coated his chin. “Four times.” He repeated as he showed you four of his digits, two of which glistened in the warmth of the sun's glow and left you feeling empty for a few moments. “Let's not get picky about labels here, Siren.”

“Will you just give me a damn orgasm already!” Jake smirked as he watched the frustration build inside you. “How irritating can one person be!” You groaned as Jake went back to what he started and hell, it didn't take you long to get right back to where you’d been. “Oh god!”

“Come on Siren, let go.” Love has all sorts of boundaries. “Let go for me sweetheart.” We know this. We knock them down, build them back up and knock them down again over and over and over again. But does it have to be that way? Can’t we learn, can't we be brave? Can’t we believe because that's all we need? A little courage, a little hope, a little belief.

“Ohhhh fuughh–” It was blinding, the stars the feeling of pure and utter ecstasy “Jake–!” The way you moaned his name out loud had Jake wanting to cum against the bedsheets. “Oh my god–yes!” His name echoed off the hotel walls and Jake had never heard a prettier sound. “Jake! Jake Jake Jake Jake Jake–ohhhh god.” Your body trembled as you came on his tongue, your core dripped right into his mouth as he ate you until his cravings were satisfied.

“You’re a vision.” Jake sighed as he crawled up your naked body and let you taste yourself on his lips as you wrapped him up in your arms. “Please don't go cold turkey on us, I could get used to this.”

“I like men who beg.” You admitted confidently with enough conviction in your tone to have Jake believe you immediately.

“Does that mean Roosters a begging man?” Jake asked as you rolled him over onto his back, he let you manhandle him till you were straddling his waist. “Because that kinda turns me on just a little bit.”

“Do you swing both ways?” You asked as you rolled your hips and moved your dripping sex across Jake's hardened length as his hands helped to guide your hips. Rocking you slowly to build the friction he desired.

“Sexual orientation is just an artificial construct.” Maybe there are no boundaries to love if we choose not to see them.

“So is marriage, so it seems.” You teased as you sunk down on Jakes length and reveled in the way his mouth opened with pure joy. His eyes ignited with a light so bright you, for just a brief moment, loved the colour green so much it nearly became your favourite. “Love your dick.”

“Let's make it five times–” Maybe love is unlimited if we’re just brave enough to decide love is limitless. And maybe, just maybe, there's enough love for everyone. In all kinds of constructs. Including but not limited to strangers who have sex to fill hopeless voids of self pity and doubt.

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“How's the nose?” Kaite asked the second Bradley had come down the stairs of the home they still shared. It wasn't there, they rented, but they were both still very much on the lease. “Can you still breathe?”

“Unfortunately.” Bradley sighed under his breath as he rounded the corner into the kitchen where his wife stood making herself a cup of coffee. “Why do you care so much about my nose?”

“I don't care about your nose.” Katie made herself clear as she stirred the two heaped teaspoons of sugar into her mug. Bradley hoped her teeth would all fall out because of it. He also thought maybe, just maybe, he’d switch out the sugar for salt just to see her annoyed. He wasn't a bad person, he just didn't love his cheating wife. “I care about the fact you made a fool out of me in front of ev–” Before Katie could even finish her sentence Bradley was erupting into a boisterous laugh right there in the kitchen.

“You care I punched Seresin? That I made a fool out of you?” Bradley had to repeat it all just so that had the right picture. “Last time I fucking checked I’m the one whos walking around like some sad kicked puppy who took his adulteress wife back, kinda feel like I’m the fool, not you.”

“Do you think that little whore of yours went back into the Hard Deck and got to know Hangman a little more?” Katie replied as calmly as she could. “Or do you think she just went home and cried herself to sleep over the fact you broke her precious heart?”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right?” Bradley hissed through gritted teeth. “You are the bane of my fuckign existence!!”

“I may be unbelievable but I'm not the one who's gonna lose her career.” Katie snickered like your career meant nothing, everything you’d worked so hard for, to achieve, meant nothing to her. “And I’ve been thinking, I want you to start trying more, I want you to start acting like you love me–”

“The navy doesn't pay me enough to act–”

“But my dad will.”

“What?” Bradley scoffed. “What the hell are you talking about?” This was once the woman Bradley thought he’d spent the rest of his life with, now not a day went past he didn’t think of the days where he woke up next to you.

“I want a baby Bradley.” Katie said the one thing that made Bradley want to throw up. He couldn't keep doing this, he couldn't create a life with a woman who he didn’t love or like enough to raise a child he didn't want. “And you’re gonna give me one whether you like it or not.”

“Are you truly fucking demented Katie!?” Bradley shouted across the kitchen so loud it hurt his sinuses. “We aren't having a baby!” It sounded crazy to even say. “I won't, I'm not doing this anymore.” He scoffed and tried to leave, but Katie grabbed at his wrist. “Let go of me you crazy bitch!”

“I swear to god if you leave Bradley I'll take everything from that girl. Do you understand me?” Katie spat venom his way and immediately Bradley froze. “She will have nothing, no job, no benefits, no income, no one to love her and not only that but I will take everything you have until you are the shell of the man you once were.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” All Bradley ever wanted was the love his parents had. He thought he had it once, but love held bounds he couldn't forgive. “Why? Why not just take everything I have, everything I am and let me move on?” It was a justified question, why did Katie need to punish you? You hadnt done anything wrong. “I’ll give you everything I have just stop bringing Y/n into this! She’s done nothing!”

“Because she's the only reason you won't leave and I don't want to lose you because I messed up.” The crocodile tears were the worst part, no matter how many Katie shed Bradley never felt an ounce of remorse for her. She had made her bed and at the end of the day Bradley believed she should lie in it. But he wasn't going to lay with her. “I love you, Bradley.” Katie cried as she stepped close to him, Bradley remained still, hoping that if he didn’t move she wouldn't see him. “I want to start a family with you, we aren't getting any younger and trust me, that girl you’re convinced you’re in love with isn’t in love with you, I have on good authority that she left the bar with someone last night.”

“Please don't say it.” Bradley begged, if he knew he knew. He couldn't tell himself it was all in his head. If he knew what you did or more importantly who you did he couldn't forget it. He couldn't undo what had been done once it had been spoken into the universe. “Katie, please, don't say it.”

Kaite Bradshaw reached out to touch her husband's cheek as she chuckled under her breath. He was truly a broke man.

“She fucked him honey.” She cooed like it wasn't a knife through Bradley's heart. All this time he’d been protecting you hoping that one day you'd see it was all worth it. That he was worth it, that you were worth suffering for. “Well, Bob said that they were fucking in the bathroom but who knows who fucked who and if they fucked once they left together.” Katie shrugged as she tapped Bradleys cheek three times before she turned on her heels. “I love you, got it?” She spoke with venom in her words. “I am the best you're getting Bradley, me, your wife, and we’re trying for a baby so next time, when we’re out in public? Act like we are or so help me god i'll make your life a living hell." It was then in the heat of the moment that Kaite Bradshaw reached out to slap Bradleys cheek, with force. The force was so harsh to made Bradley turn his neck, it made him question his life, his entire existence and purpose on earth.

Bradley knew about the concept of blackmail, truly he did. But he never thought he'd end up in an abusive relationship that he couldn't get out of without the woman he thought he loved getting hurt in the crossfire. Love didn't hurt like this with you, nothing hurt with you.

“Tell me you love me.” Katie sounded like she ordered Bradley to speak, he did on command like a beaten down dog scared of the consequences that would follow if he didn’t.

“I love you.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I love you.”

“Put a baby in me?” Bradley thought about your smile, how infectious it was. He thought about your laugh and how no matter where you were on base he swore he could hear it always. He thought about everything that made you good and pure and he knew he couldn't be involved in ruining your life. He wouldn't let his wife do that to you. He couldn't do that to you, he had a choice to keep you safe and in doing so he was drowning, he was going under in a sea full of hopelessness and depression. But at least you were happy, that was the only thing that mattered to Bradley Bradshaw.

Even if it was the man who had taken everything from him that was making you happy and not him.

“Anything for you dear.” Bradley choked back his tears when Katie smiled back at him and reached out for his hand, guiding him back up the stairs. “Anything for you.” All Bradley could think about as he walked up the stairs towards the very bedroom he hadnt set foot in since his wife had come back was you. All the stars shined bright around you and only you. You were the sun and moon to Bradley, the gates of heaven opened whenever you spoke and he was just happy to walk the same earth you did. So he’d do this, he’d live in his own version of hell to keep you happy, to keep you safe, to keep you from being forced to give up the one thing you loved more than life itself, flying.

“I love you Baby.” Katie cooed as she wrapped her arms up around Bradleys neck and brought him down for a kiss. “Never forget how much I love you.” She didn't love him, this wasn’t love, this was blackmail, this was abusive, this was mental manipulation.

“Did you say that to Jake too?” Bradley snarled as he gripped Katies waist. She just smirked, she knew she had broken her husband beyond repair. Even you wouldn't be able to put him back together, not when Jake was busy keeping you occupied and distracted.

“I still do.”

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