Chapter 9

Brenna

 

I ended up taking a nap with Trix, and we didn’t see Dragon again that night. I assumed he had taken his bitch home to make sure she didn’t need to see a dentist. I was pretty sure I’d knocked some shit loose. I was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I had just knocked a chick out like a common club slut. It was not my finest moment.

However, as I went over it again and again in my mind, I realized that I would do it again. I was pissed that Dragon had an old lady, but that wasn’t her fault. She probably didn’t even know about me—not that there was much to know, except for one night five years ago. I hated the fact that he was with her, but I wouldn’t have hit her for it. However, I could not and would not let her anywhere near my daughter. The way she looked at Trix still made me want to hit something. Who the hell glares at a four-year-old little girl when she thinks no one is looking?

Eh, I just hoped I wouldn’t have to see her again.

After dinner that night, Slider informed me that we would be moving into the little house the next day, so I needed to pack my shit. I was relieved to get away from the tension in the clubhouse, and I couldn’t wait to sleep without a flailing Trix. I missed having our own space, but I was also really nervous about being out there alone. One of the guys would always be close to our place, but that didn’t keep my fears at bay.

The morning of the move was rainy and wet, and I had never been so glad that we didn’t have many things with us. Pop and I packed our stuff into my little car, and I followed the dirt road to the far edge of the property. The house was nice…little but nice. It had a front porch that begged for a rocking chair and plenty of grass out front for Trix to play in. The inside had an open floor plan, and the front door opened directly into the living room with the outdated kitchen behind it. A little hallway held a bathroom and two bedrooms the size of postage stamps, but I figured they would work just fine for Trix and me. We didn’t need much space.

I spent the day familiarizing myself with where everything was, making a grocery list so Vera could run to the store for us the next day, and getting our little house all finished.

Vera had rounded up the old ladies, and they all pitched in furniture and other household stuff I forgot I’d needed until I had to start with nothing, giving us things they didn’t need or just didn’t want. The ugly couch in the living room was still in really good condition, so I was pretty sure that was in the didn’t want category. Nothing in the house matched, and it caused a little anxiety in my chest when I looked around. I was used to keeping things immaculate, and even when our little house was clean, it would never look the way I’d been forced to keep things before.

Trix and I both had beds and dressers in our rooms, which I was really thankful for. My queen-size bed seemed massive in my room with little space to walk around the edges. The dresser had actually been moved into the closet because there wasn’t enough room otherwise. Trix’s room was perfect though. Her twin bed fit perfectly against one wall, and she had plenty of room to store her toys and clothes. I couldn’t wait to take Trix to pick out some character bedding and matching curtains. At Tony’s, Trix’s room looked like something out of a magazine, all muted colors and cream carpets. I wanted her to have a kid’s room here—a room where she could leave Barbies on the floor and put those little glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.

The rooms were situated in such a way that Trix’s windows faced the front of the house and mine faced the back. I was happy with this at first because it meant that sunlight would be streaming through my windows at the ass crack of dawn and not Trix’s. I could sleep through it; she could not. It took me about one minute before the fact that our rooms faced different sides of the house started to freak me the hell out. If someone were trying to get into Trix’s room, I wouldn’t even hear it. I’d be completely oblivious. Shit. I didn’t know if I even wanted Trix that far away from me. What if something happened? I decided to push my thoughts away in favor of puttering around our new little house. I could stress about our bedrooms when it was time for bed; there was no need to worry this early in the day about sleeping arrangements.

Grease showed up not long after we got settled and pulled me out of an almost panic attack. Trix was sitting on the ugly-ass couch, playing with her Barbies, when I let him in, and I was busy trying to rearrange things to my liking. Having him in the house made me far less jumpy, and I wondered what the fuck I was going to do when he went home that night. I didn’t know if he had a family, if he lived at the club, if he had a house in town, or if he was annoyed about babysitting me. It was funny how many things changed when you disappeared for five years, how life went on when you expected it to stay the same. I opened my mouth to ask him about his life when he tilted his chin to the kitchen and started to walk toward it. Once we got there, he answered some of my unasked questions.

“Fuck, Brenna. You’ve really got yourself in a situation this time. Tony fuckin’ Richards. Goddamn, you go big when you fuck up. Fuck Dragon, take off for parts unknown, marry Tony fuckin’ Richards, have Dragon’s kid, come back here screaming sanctuary, and drag the whole fuckin’ club into your shit. Fuck me, his dad has police in his pocket!” He shook his head.

“I didn’t know he was an asshole! Yes, I knew his dad had political connections, but I never expected to come back here. I figured we would just live a normal life. You know, where you aren’t afraid the police will come knocking! He seemed normal!” My voice was defensive.

“Normal? The guy’s a fuckin’ sociopath!”

“I was pregnant; I had to do something. I was twenty-two years old and barely graduated from college. I’d never had a fucking job, and I had a baby on the way. I wasn’t exactly thinking straight,” I mumbled, knowing that I couldn’t argue with the sociopath statement.

“Don’t even bring that shit up to me, Brenna! You could have come back here. Where your family is. Where the father of your child is. You completely fucked Dragon over, and you completely fucked me over. I fuckin’ saw you that night, and I had to decide if I should say shit to Poet. I was fuckin’ walking on eggshells for two months after you left, not sure what was the right thing to do. Finally, I think, yeah, just bury that shit. No one needs to know. You were an adult, made your own decision, right? Not my business. Then, you show up with Dragon’s kid, and all that shit comes out again. Goddamn it!”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for everything! I’m sorry I put you in that position. I’m sorry I bailed on everyone. I’m sorry I married that fuck. I’m sorry, okay?”

Shit, I was crying and trying to keep my back to Trix, so she didn’t wig out. I’d known Grease my whole life. He was the kid of an Ace, just like me, and he’d gotten his cut right before I left for college. I felt like shit for taking off and leaving him to deal with everything. I just felt like shit, period. I wiped my face and looked to the floor, trying to get my emotions under control when, seconds later, I felt his arms around me. He smelled exactly the same as he had five years ago. He’d always worn the same deodorant, and the smell of it mixed with cigarettes reminded me of home.

I heard the door open behind me and felt Grease lift his head, but I didn’t turn around. If there were a threat, he’d let me know. I was just going to rest where I was for a moment.

“The fuck, brother?” I heard Dragon rasp.

Shit.

I dropped my arms and turned around to see Dragon walking toward the kitchen and Trix jumping off the couch to catch him. He wasn’t even aware of her though; his eyes were locked on me where Grease’s arm was hanging loosely across my shoulders. His jaw was tight, and he looked far from happy. I wasn’t ready for any drama, so I sidestepped out of Grease’s grasp and called to Trix, who was now trying to get Dragon’s attention.

“Baby, you want mac and cheese for dinner? I think we have the ingredients for homemade. I’ll let you spread the cheese and crackers on top if you want,” I said with a smile at my girl.

She loved helping me cook dinner, and I’d become adept at finding things for her to do that would cause little mess and had little chance for injury.

“Okay, Mama! Can I have strawberry milk, too? Macaroni and cheese is delicious, but it’s better with strawberry milk. Can we have broccoli, too? With ranch?”

It amazed me how far she’d come out of her shell after only being here for a few weeks.

“Sure. How about you go play for a while in your room, get your PJs and your trainer on, and I’ll call you when it’s time for you to do your part?”

“Okay,” she called as she turned and raced toward her room.

When I looked up from where Trix had been standing, I noticed the tension in the room was gone, and both men looked surprised.

Why did they look like that?

Grease started laughing softly. “Delicious? That kid’s a trip. I didn’t realize she could even talk.”

“Of course she can talk, dumbass. She’s four. She’s been talking for like three years.”

Had he never been around kids before? What was the big deal?

“Brenna, she’s said about three words since you two got here. One of those was Papa, and the other two were yes and no,” Dragon spoke softly beside me.

When I glanced up, he was looking down the hallway toward Trix’s bedroom proudly.

After a minute, he looked back at both of us. “My girl is smart. ‘Mac and cheese is delicious,’ she says.” He shook his head and mimicked Trix. “Fuck me, Brenna, she sounds just like you.”

Grease and Dragon stayed for my homemade macaroni and cheese, and Trix was in her element. She chattered on and on about everything she did that day, detailing where she put every single toy in her new room. The guys just sat there patiently, jumping in when they could, and generally agreeing with everything she said.

It was a good night even though I was hyperaware of every move Dragon made, and I often found myself staring at him. God, he was beautiful, more beautiful now than the last time I’d seen him. He seemed bigger, more in charge of his body. Every move he made was calculated for maximum effect. His shoulders were broader, and there were more lines around his eyes. The soft look I remembered was now directed at Trix, but I didn’t mind. Quite the opposite actually—it was a thousand times better when I saw it directed at my baby.

I wondered what he saw when he looked at me. Yoga had slimmed me down the last couple of years, so I wasn’t carrying around any extra baby weight, but things were definitely softer. My boobs weren’t quite so perky, my hips were rounder, and my stomach would never again be as flat as before. For the first time in five years, I was concerned about how I looked naked. It was ridiculous. He had an old lady, a wife. He wasn’t here for me. I knew this, but it didn’t stop me from worrying about the stretch marks covering my stomach or the heavy-duty bra I needed to keep the girls looking chipper.

Trix pulled me from my thoughts with a doozy straight out of Tony’s mouth.

“Mama and I go to yoga. We bend and stretch and make animal shapes. We go, so we don’t get fat. Nobody loves fat girls. Mama runs, too, so she doesn’t get a fat ass again, but I don’t run.”

I had never heard her say anything like it, but I knew she had heard far worse from Tony. I gaped at her a moment before I got my shit together enough to snap, “Trix, don’t say ass! That’s not an okay word for kids to say! Plus, you’re not fat. You won’t ever be fat. We go to yoga because it’s fun.” I could feel my face burning in mortification, but I calmed my voice, so she didn’t think she was in trouble. “Bedtime, kiddo. Head in and brush your teeth. I’ll be there in a minute.”

When she made a face that said she was about to argue, I gave her my I-mean-business look, and she quickly scrambled down from the table and ran toward the bathroom.

Shit.

I didn’t want to make eye contact with either of the men at my table, but I could feel the hostility in the room, and I knew I had to get it over with. When I looked up, they were both staring at me in disgust, and I could feel my face that had started to cool down start burning again.

“You tell her that shit?” Dragon rumbled. “You tell our four-year-old that she has to work out or she’s gonna get fat?”

“Of course not! I wouldn’t do that! She’s four for fuck’s sake!”

“Well, she didn’t come up with that shit on her own!” His voice was steadily rising.

“Calm down, Dragon.” Grease tried to diffuse Dragon’s anger. “You know that shit didn’t come from Brenna’s mouth.”

“Brother, you got no part in this. Shut the fuck up. This is between Brenna and me. I don’t even know what the fuck you’re still doing here. I get here—you leave. I’m not puttin’ up with another dick playing Daddy to my girl, and I’m sure as fuck not letting you sniff around Brenna.”

Grease’s body snapped away from the back of the ugly gray dining room chair he was sitting on. He looked as if he were about to launch himself at Dragon. I could tell that the words coming out of Dragon’s mouth weren’t for Grease. He was pissed, but his anger wasn’t because of anything Grease had done.

Dragon wasn’t going to back down, and by the way Grease was looking at me to gauge my reaction, I knew the situation would only escalate if I didn’t get him to leave. He was looking at me to see if I needed him to stay, and while I was thankful for it, I could tell that it was just pissing Dragon off that much more.

“You better just go, Grease. I’ll see you later, okay? I gotta get Trix in bed anyway.”

He nodded slowly and rose from the table, eyeballing Dragon in a way I didn’t think was prudent at the moment. He needed to get out of here. What the fuck was he trying to do, getting protective of me all of a sudden? I wasn’t some helpless fucking maiden. I could take care of this shit myself. Ugh. I wished someone would save me from testosterone and pissing matches.

Once Grease was out the door, the intensity in the room increased until it was almost choking me.

“Okay, Brenna, we played house. Got you all fuckin’ moved in. Time for you and I to have a chat. Do whatever shit with Trix you need to do, and then get your ass back out here.”

Dragon stood up and went to take a seat on the couch while I sat at the table, trying to figure out how to stall. Fuck. I could try to do the dishes, but I knew that wouldn’t work. There was pretty much nothing I could do to put it off, so I needed to pull on my big girl panties and just get it over with.

When I went to check on Trix, I found her sprawled out across my bed completely passed out. She had her blanket pressed under her cheek and a book wedged under her stomach. God, I loved her. She was the best thing I’d ever done, and I’d do anything to keep her safe—even if that meant I had to leave her. That was why I needed to get back out to Dragon. If I couldn’t keep her safe, if I wasn’t here to raise her, he would be. I pulled the book out from under her and to stall for time, I brought it back into her room and put it away. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything to straighten or clean in there since we’d just moved in. It was time to face the music.