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Great.
Boldy, aka Snake, aka Hunter, the president of the Devils MC and my boss, has been on my mind for the past three days. It also doesn't help that Sniper, his blood brother, who is my main boss, has spoken nonstop about his big brother, who's away on business but will be in to see me when he gets back. There has not been a day that went by when I hadn't thought about the guy at the club, and now here he is, my boss's boss, who's decided he's going to claim me, which is just not going to happen, not only because he screwed Helena and because he's technically my boss but because my family needs me; I can't lose my head right now, and I know he's the type of guy to consume you.
Though he told me to call him Hunter, his legal name, only old ladies call them their legal names, or so Amy says.
But my family needs me.
The little voice in my head whispers back,You deserve happiness too. He made your stomach flutter.
I silently tell the voice to shut up and continue chopping the veggies while ignoring Momma's stare. I make it to the second pepper when my mother can't take my silence before slamming the measuring cup down, crossing her arms over her chest, and tapping her foot. Mary instantly starts laughing while I sigh, dropping the knife before turning her way, leaning my hip against the counter, and crossing my arms to match her frustration. She knows I do not want to talk about it, but she raises a brow at me, and I sigh again, knowing I won't win this one.
"OK, so at Helena's hen, I saw a guy, and there was something about him; it was an instant connection without even making eye contact. Yes, he has no hair, but it suits him. I would speak to him, but it just didn't happen. Fast forward two years, and we meet again. He's my boss's boss, so to speak, and has decided to claim me."
Momma furrows her brows, "claim you, as in…"
I nod, "It turns out Boldy is Snake, aka Hunter, the president of the Devil's."
Mary sits in shock, her mouth hanging open, not hearing that part of the conversation, while Momma stutters, "He-he gave you his-his legal name?"
I nod, "Like I said, he's 'claiming' me."
Not that I believe him, though. He can find someone with time for him if he hasn't already got several. Damn, my stomach just sank, which I decided to immediately ignore. I need to focus on my family right now, not alpha males, and that is the decision I made three days ago, and nothing will change my mind, well, nothing except my flipping determined mother, who shocks the crap outta me when she says, "I think you should go for it."
My eyes widened as Mary did a little dance on her stool in agreement while I shook my head. "Momma, I didn't talk to him two years ago because he slept with Helena."
She winces as Mary gags, and I nod before returning to the chopping; they know her history. Ever since Brad took off, she's derailed even more than normal. I wasn't joking when I told Sniper she tried to get a donkey hard; she put it on social media, for Christ's sake, and the poor animal looked traumatized.
Honestly, I have no idea how she didn't get arrested for it.
As I pick up the steel knife, Momma says again, "He could have had a lapse in judgment. I think you should give him a chance." I go to open my mouth and decline, but her eyes soften, "darling, you deserve to have some fun and be happy. For eight years, you've had to act older than you were. Have a few dates with him; you never know; he may become your one and only."
Mary nods in agreement, her eyes showing guilt, which she should not feel. She didn't ask to become sick, just like my parents didn't ask me to step up. I chose to be there for my family, and if I could go back and do it again, I would still make the same decisions.
I look at them both as they return to cooking our tacos, my sister gently getting off the stool to warm up the tortillas. My head spins with questions, but there are no answers for them.
Can I let go? Can I have fun without continuously working out bills, money, and my sister's health?
Can I actually fall in love?
I sigh and continue cutting. I know what I'm more concerned about. It's not because I think this guy is the hottest thing going and wouldn't be happy with someone as boring as me; it's because getting involved with a brother, no less the president, could put my family and my little sister in danger. I'm not selfish enough to put them through that.
Shame I didn't realize how relentless he was going to be or the hurt he decided to put me through by listening to lies.
It's a shame I never prepared myself for the heartbreak I will feel.
Chapter 7
Snake
I rev my bike as we pull through the club's gates, the prospects letting us in. It's been a long, fucking three days. Axel's old lady just gave birth while his VP's old lady was ready to pop, so he asked if we could do the drop with the Rebels, which they normally do, and I didn't mind before I had finally found my redhead again—Sarah; fuck, just thinking her name makes my heart race with those dark green eyes staring back at me.
Leaving was fucking hard, knowing she was so close.
I pull up to my space near the door before cracking my neck, feeling tense and my left arm hurting like a bitch.
"Fuck brother, as much as I love to help the Untamed, that was one hell of a few days."
I nod at Breaker's words. The trip was a shit show. The Mexican Cartel decided to try and ambush us halfway to Wincher, Louisiana. Thankfully, the Rebels MC had agreed to meet us at the halfway point because we were helping out the Untamed; otherwise, we would have been fucked. We've just spent the past three days at their clubhouse on a call with Axel, trying to figure out how in the fuck they knew about the drop-off and which club was actually targeted.
