Chapter 244

The phone shattered into pieces.

“FUCK!”

The bottle followed not long after, the pieces shattering all over the room, the smell of liquor filling the air.

Well I guess I deserved it. I’ve been a real asshole to her the last couple of weeks. Pain ripped through him every time he even thinks about Richie and Cheyenne together.

The thought of them making love drove him up the wall, she was his and he better do something to get her back before he loses her for good.

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Richie walked into the room.

“Fucking hell, thanks for showing up!” Tico threw his hands in the air.

“Hey my plane just landed. Don’t fuck with me I’m tired and every muscle in my body aches.”

David gave him a close up inspection.

“You had yourself some hot and wild sex! And lots of it by the looks of it!”

Jon’s stomach turned and he looked at Richie not saying a word.

“Well the girls look great.” Moving behind Jon, he made a little motion with his hands at his stomach , explaining Cheyenne’s growing bump.

Jon didn’t know if he should sit quietly or jump up and smash a wall.

“How’s Cheyenne?” his voice was hoarse, his eyes huge in his face.

‘She’s doing great! Never looked better. Well, you boys are looking at an engaged man!” A broad smile on his face.

Jon jerked around, his eyes burning into Richie’s face.

He ignored the cold look and continued.

“Stacey said yes!”

Something between a sigh, a groan and a cry escaped Jon’s lips. Relief washed over his expression and a smile tucked at his mouth.

“Ok Jon now that my life is on track again, we have to get yours back on track. What do you say bro’ are you going to fight for your woman or sit back and wait till someone take her from you?”

Jon stood up, holding out his hand towards him. Richie slapped it away, dragging him closer for a tight hug.

“You boys gonna help this asshole to get his lady back?”

A roar could be heard from the room as the guys jumped up, slapping Jon on the back, hugging him, glad he came to his senses.

After much deliberation, Richie flipped his phone, calling Stacey’s number.

“Hey you!”

‘Well hello Sambora.”

“Honey, Jon just woke from the deep booze induced coma he was in the last couple of weeks and asked us all to help him get Cheyenne back. Now we need your help.”

“Sure I will. But I want to speak to him before he even gets a whiff of Cheyenne. He is done fucking with her.”

“Oh uh, well I’ll tell him what you said.” Widening his eyes at Jon, turning his ass, making a slapping motion.

Tico and Dave oooohed to Jon’s greatest irritation.

“Oh shut up will ya! Richie is busy on the phone!”

They had the old Jon back and the guys felt happy again. The only nagging feeling was how Jon would react if he sees Cheyenne’s swollen bump. Would he accept the babies as his own?