Chapter 15
Broken crayons still color.
-Unknown
Church...
The gavel slams and it’s kind of strange seeing Prez in his spot. I’ve grown used to Ares running things around here lately. It’s weird how you start expecting and trusting someone else without even realizing it.
He takes a drink of his bottled water as everyone quiets.
“Well, let’s have it, Ares,” Prez orders, giving Ares the floor to fill us all in on what happened in California.
“Right. By the time we made it there, the Nomads had torched the entire fucking clubhouse,” Ares grumbles irritated.
The Nomad, Viking, stands. “You told us to take care of it!” he angrily grits out. “No blow back on the Texas chapter I believe were your words, weren’t they? Cough up and admit, you’re glad you didn’t have to hear those men screaming as they fuckin’ burned!” His voice gets angrier as he stares the Prez down. “You call this an MC, you shouldn’t have left a pussy in charge while you were gone!”
Ares thrashes his chair back suddenly, standing in a rush, ready to square off with the blond giant of a man, “The fuck you call me, boy?” he roars.
“P.U.S.S.Y.” He spells out slowly so everyone can hear each consonant, “Motherfucker, you were happy to sit back when we handed the little bitches over to you, now you want to act like we were out of turn! Grow some fucking nuts and man up!”
At that, Ares launches over the table in a rush toward the Nomad, everyone jumping out of the way quickly as he throws himself over the vast object, getting his hands around Viking’s throat. He grips tightly, applying pressure and attempting to strangle the big Viking to death.
The men struggle to take each other to the ground; both evenly matched in size—the only thing that’s saving Viking from Ares’ wrath.
Viking punches the back of Ares’ head and at the same time, his forehead flies forward, smashing into Ares’ nose, catching him off guard and sending blood down his face.
“Arggggg!” Ares lets loose a roar of anger and slams Viking into the wall, driving his fist into his stomach a few times, on a mission to do some damage.
Prez wolf whistles and yells, “Get them the fuck apart, now goddamn it! They’re going to fucking kill each other! Holy fuck!”
The Nomads sit still, not making a move to break it up; it’s not their style to stop a fight. Hell, it’s not ours either but we’re a part of the same club and Ares fights to murder as does this Nomad he’s squaring off with.
I know I’ll probably get hit, but jump into the middle like a dumbass regardless, Spin and 2 Piece doing their best to tear them apart as well. Prez hollers out the door and a few beats later, Shooter and Scratch run in to help us get Ares and Viking apart.
The guys are like fuckin’ pissed off horses or some shit, making us normal men feel small. I’m actually six foot one and they make me feel like a damn dwarf. Cain keeps his distance, not getting involved since he’s so close to Ares.
Prez slams his palms on the table, the noise echoing loudly in its wake. “You do not show your ass in church! Now both of you shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down, it’s not a time to be measuring cock size, for fuck’s sake!”
Everyone scoots their chairs back, Ares panting and glowering at Viking, while Viking reties his hair in a bun, taking his seat against the wall. The prospects stand next to the door looking unsure what to do next.
“We’ll come back to the Cali shit in a bit. Scratch, leave us.” Prez gestures to the door.
Scratch nods, closing the door after he leaves.
“Really quick, I wanna have a vote on Shooter. That way if he becomes a full member he can hear what we discuss. If not, I’ll send him out and we’ll continue.”
Shooter’s eyebrows shoot up and he stands a little straighter, awaiting the outcome of his immediate future.
“I’ve wanted nothing more since I started this club with my good friend Smiles, may he rest in peace, than for men to join in the ranks. I believe Shooter makes a good candidate to be a patched member based on what all Ares filled me in on. Shooter stood strong when the brothers needed him in this last run to fix shit in South Texas, I vote yay.”
Prez goes around the table, not including the Nomads since they aren’t full-time members of our chapter. The brothers each vote yay, knowing Shooter deserves the patch, that he’s earned it by having our backs and never folding.
“Good. Son, take a seat against the wall and sit in. I’ll have London get your patches, it may take a little while but eventually we’ll get them to ya. Smiles would be happy knowing we’ve gotten a new member.” Prez grins.
Shooter nods and Prez turns back to us, “Now, let’s try this shit again.” He focuses on our Enforcer. “Cain, tell us what happened?”
“Sure. We met with Ace and some of the other Death Chasers. They had already secured Blaze, the Fists VP, which we brought back with us. When we found the Nomads, everything was already gone. The clubhouse was burned down to the ground along with any men that were inside so we were unable to bring any others back with us.”
“Any sign of the club’s Enforcer, Ghost?”
“No. The Death Chasers hadn’t seen him and Blaze wouldn’t give up anything right away. We thought maybe with a little bit of time, he’d give in and share a location with us.”
“Was Ghost with the others?” Prez looks over at Exterminator.
“Nope, didn’t see that fucker anywhere.”
“Shit.”
At that my blood boils. I should have gone with them; maybe I could have gotten to him. Sadie’s no better off now than she was before, but now with a kid in tow. His kid. No, Cyle is mine, just as much as Sadie is.
“Where’s Blaze?” Prez inquires.
“He’s in the shed.” Cain nods toward the left, where the shed’s located out back.
“Good, maybe we can get some information out of him then, leave him be for now, but eventually we’ll open him up from his belly to his head if we have to and tie his intestines into knots. I’m not above torture if it’ll find us Ghost. I want this club dealt with and the threats over with from them.” He takes another drink, not faced with the gruesome image he just spoke of and then looks around, “Anything else?”
I rap my knuckles on the table, pushing my anxiety to the side. “Yeah. I have something to discuss with y’all,” I speak up.
Everyone’s gaze turns to me and Prez cocks his eyebrow, “You’re not torturing Blaze right now.” He grumbles and I huff, irritated that everyone’s always telling me no at this table. It’s not what I wanted to talk about so I charge forward and get out what I want to say.
“Sadie’s my bitch, I’m claimin’ her, I don’t give a fuck what any of you pricks gotta say ‘bout it, she’s mine, ain’t nothin’ to it.” I scowl down at the table as my fingertips tap away at a melody running through my head, ready for the brothers to start yelling and protesting.
I’m surprised my daughter isn’t talking to me like crazy right now. She’s been pretty quiet and it’s throwing me for a loop.
It’s silent for what feels like an eternity so I glance up, to find everyone looking at me intently.
“The fuck?” I frown.
Prez gets a grin on his face and looks around, “Everyone hear Twist?” The brothers nod and Prez fully smiles, “Guess Twist has himself an ol’ Lady and this club just got a little bigger, make sure you show her the respect she deserves being an ‘ol lady.”
2 Piece glares at me for a moment before turning away. He’ll have something to say later, I’m sure. I’m tossed off my rocker though by no one talkin’ shit or 2 Piece not trying to attack me for claiming his sister.
“We’ll discuss business about a new Road Captain down the road.”
My fingers tap quicker, losing my beat and Prez calls an end to church, slamming the gavel down.
“So I don’t forget,” he says before we all depart, “we’ll have a barbecue to celebrate as soon as this shit’s figured out with the remaining Iron Fists.”
Cain chortles, “Hell yeah, my ol’ lady will cook up some good shit. Thank God she’s knocked up, we can finally eat pasta again, I was sick of sneaking to Olive Garden for lunch. I’m hoping the new baby doesn’t come before Christmas so she’ll keep the cooking and baking, but I doubt it.”
I snicker a little, thinking of Cupcake making him eat nothing but whole grains and vegetables. She’s so gorgeous, she can eat whatever she wants, but women like that are stubborn.
“Good, she’ll keep bringing me cookies for awhile then,” I comment and Cain nods. He gets it, he’s over protective of London, just as we all are when it comes to our women, but to me Cupcake is like my own sister. I’d happily slit someone’s throat if they fucked with her.
“Brother.” 2 Piece catches up to me in the bar, just as I was already expecting him to do.
“Yep?”
“We need to discuss this announcement you made, layin’ claim to Sadie.”
“What about it?”
“You gonna stick around, even though she’s got a kid? I don’t want you taking off again like last time you got pissed.”
“Who do you think that baby’s named after?” I counter and his forehead crinkles, as he thinks.
“That’s you, brother?”
“Sure the fuck is.”
“Shit. I guess she’s made up her mind then. She know you’re making her an ol’ lady yet?”
“Nah, but she will later.”
“Don’t fuck with her, Twist, I will kill you, brother or not, I raised that girl.”
“She ain’t a girl 2, she’s a grown fuckin’ woman, and yeah, I get you. I won’t be hurtin’ her and that kid’s already mine.”
“Good deal, man.” He smirks and saunters off to the bar. I don’t know if that was his way of giving me his approval or not, but for the time being, I’ll take it.
Just thinking of Sadie brings a craving to me, begging to be fulfilled. It reminds me of how I get when I know I’m going to end someone’s life, the rush, the crazed want to snuff out a fucker’s life that ain’t worth two shits.
I catch her in the hall on her way somewhere. “Where you goin’, Sunshine?”
“Twist!” She utters breathily, “Hi. I was about to check on my laundry.”
I’m instantly assaulted with memories of plunging my fingers deep inside her while shoving her against the washing machine. Fuck that was hot. I need to fuck her in the laundry room at some point; I’m beginning to think it may be a fetish of some sort. Or maybe I just want to have her in every room possible. I want to fuck her in front of every man in this club so they know she’s mine, but at the same time I would slaughter them if they looked at her like that.
Before she utters another word, I shove her against the wall, one hand wrapped in her long hair, the other palming her ass tightly, while I take her mouth in a powerful kiss. Her hands catch my shirt on my chest, needing to hold on, as I lead her tongue into toe curling feelings of bliss, conveying my need to her.
Her mouth follows mine eagerly, wanting more as well, her own frustration shining through while she grips my shirt tighter, her nails scraping into my muscle. I wish more than anything to plunge my fingers into her again, here and now. She whimpers, and it goes straight to my groin, spurring me on to make her moan.
I wrench away, panting and quickly bite her nipple through her shirt. She groans again in pleasure and we’re interrupted by Spin laughing.
“Jesus, take it easy you two; you’re going to make me come just watching you fuckin’ kiss.” Spin chuckles and I answer him with a glare and a growl.
“All right, my bad; sorry I interrupted.” He raises his hands, smirking as he passes us by.
Sadie’s heated gaze meets mine as her chest rises and falls with each labored breath, her breasts taunting me along with her flushed cheeks, telling me she wants it just as badly as I do.
“I, uh, have to get the clothes and a new bottle,” she declares almost as if she’s on autopilot, in a daze.
Stepping back a pace, I nod, giving her tit a soft twist with my fingertips, before I turn toward the back door leading outside. I swear I hear her sigh again, but block it out as I quickly make my exit. I know that if I stay a moment longer, clothes will be coming off and if Spin interrupts me again, I may chop all his fuckin’ hair off.
Sadie
I place my hand to my chest, my heart beating so erratically it feels as though it could quite possibly pop out of my chest. God, the things that man does to me and my body. It’s killing me not being able to really mess around with him. This morning was so sexy when I could feel him pushed up against me, kissing me all over.
Twist is unbelievably talented with his tongue and I’ve had to miss out on it while I’ve been recuperating from childbirth. I’m hoping by being forced to wait awhile, he’ll actually want me more. I pray it doesn’t do the opposite and drive him away from me.
So far it’s like he can’t stop touching me and I love every minute of it. He’s done really well adjusting to having Cyle around also. I’m happy to see he still finds me attractive now that my belly’s gone. It always seemed like it was one of his favorite parts of my body. I wonder if it reminded him of his daughter and made him happy.
Twist’s been good to Cyle. He hasn’t held him much, but I’ve woken up a few nights to see Twist feeding him a bottle and rocking him back to sleep so I didn’t have to get up. Who knew such a scary man could be so gentle and loving. I came here for stability, and in finding it, was also rewarded with a fiercely loyal and protective man.
I get to the laundry room and fold our clothes, stopping by the kitchen to get Cyle a clean bottle. I’ve been pumping and using formula, so he’s used to both. I like it that during the day he drinks breast milk and at night he’s able to have formula. It makes it easier on me and the doctors were happy that I was planning to offer him breast milk at all.
Cyle can have both as long as it doesn’t mess up his tummy. He already has poo that looks like blended up pumpkin—not sure how that’s not messed up—but the doctors assured me that it’s normal. I’ve been peed on once, which Twist found hilarious, but I’m slowly learning the ropes of how to take care of my son. I know I’ll forever be learning when it comes to my son, but at least we have a small routine started.
I commend mothers everywhere for having a newborn and working. I honestly couldn’t imagine working while living on so little sleep and barely any time to myself. I’m blessed to have Twist and Avery’s help. She’s watching over Cyle right now so I can get caught up. She offered to clean up everything for me, but I have to do it myself. She’s become a really good friend; London’s warming up to me as well. I think she has a soft spot for Cyle, so she’s giving me a chance.
For once in the past year, I feel grateful and happy. I’m lucky to have people in my life who care for me and a healthy little boy to spend my life with. Then there’s Twist; all I can do is thank my lucky stars for bringing him to me.
Who knew I’d fall in love with a broken biker.