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Take a breath because I know this will be one complicated and emotionally charged conversation that’s about to go down.
“Come on, kiddos,” I say to my kids.
My VP, still at my side, asks me if I want him to send Princess and Vex to my office. For a second, I debated on not asking for them. I can see the worry in Taz’s eyes because he knows how Princess is as well as I do. As much as I tried to pry her from Beverly’s influence, she's as mean and ornery as a Maine Coon. For a second, I stare at nothing before deciding.
“Yeah, have them meet us in my office, and I want you and Turbo nearby. Shit might get ugly.”
My VP pats me on the back, sympathetically shaking his head, and he mumbles something about the little tornado making him rock hard. I growl at him. Instead of fear or an apology, he lets out a bark of laughter and walks back into the clubhouse, shaking his head at me and my obvious distress from the reality of this situation.
Shit.
Entering the main room, I don’t acknowledge the curious stares. My destination is my office, and nothing will pull my focus from that. But I notice that the trio that came to my girl’s rescue now sit comfortably at the bar. They seem relaxed, chatting with a few brothers and hang-arounds.
A smile plays on my lips at the realization that she's got people on her side and at her back. They ride hard for her, and I appreciate that. Respect, dedication, and devotion are scarce in our world. I’m glad she at least has that. Knowing that gives me a sense of comfort. Shake my head. The way they came barreling in here, armed and ready, makes it clear this isn’t the first time they’ve had to do something like this. I wonder who they all are and why they’re so heavily armed if this was supposed to be about my girl coming to meet me and our family. It sure as shit feels like it’s a little more than that.
Entering my office, I sit at my desk facing the window overlooking the back of the compound. Watch as Bull rounds my desk, taking his place beside me. He faces the window and is on alert, arms crossed, and his face is set in a scowl. I can see the annoyance and unsureness in his eyes as he watches his sister through the window's reflection. Looking up at my son, clearing my throat. His eyes meet mine, and while mine soften his narrow.
“Sit down, son. She's family.” I say, the emotion still evident in my voice. Causing me to clear my throat.
He stares at me, and anger crosses his face, which morphs into hurt. I sigh, staring at him, trying to convey that everything will work out. I take a few more deep breaths, trying to calm myself for the conversation that’s about to happen. It’s going to be hard for my kids to hear, but I want, I need, this to be out in the open. To finally have the chance to explain things and get to know the children Savvy and I share. They deserved better than the hand they were dealt and an explanation of why they had to live their lives without me. All I can do is explain my side and go from there.
As I look at my girl, she seems relaxed, sitting in the chair directly across from me. The corner of my mouth twitches, noting she's more like me than she may think. As I'm about to speak, the door to my office flies open. Princess, Vex, and Taz make their way into the office. Princess, her usual unaware self, comes in, not taking in the room at first. On the other hand, Vex's eyes narrow on Bellamy, and brows furrow when he sees the look on his brother's face.
Taz silently closes the door behind him. I turn in my chair and face them. Taz looks at me, trying to gauge where my head is. He stares a little longer. I nod, letting him know it's cool for him to stay and that I’m as good as possible in this situation. He nods in understanding.
“Turbo is outside the door, Prez, just making sure no one brings their nosey asses in here,” Taz says, and I nod.
I look over at my youngest. I see the confusion in their eyes and the suspicion in Princess's eyes when she looks at who is in the seat in front of me. Then, before she can open her mouth, I speak.
“Princess... Vex. Take a seat.” My tone leaves no room for interpretation or defiance from either of them. I can see Princess struggling to follow the order to sit her ass down. But she does.
Seven
TAZ
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Welcome to the shit show. It's not a stretch to believe the family drama is only beginning. Bellamy, and possibly her brother, will be as much of a handful as Prez’s other kids. Bellamy is trouble. That much is clear. How she walks, talks, and acts says it all. While her taking Bull down was impressive and has me wondering who the hell she is because ordinary women don’t carry around a Glock and can take down a bad motherfucker like Bull without breaking a sweat. Bull’s not a man to be trifled with, and seeing him taken down the way he was a sight. As the mother chapter Enforcer, he had to be tough as shit and willing to do whatever it took to protect not only this club but all clubs under the LSMC colors. So, I know he didn’t go easy on Bellamy. She bested him. I chuckle, knowing Bull won’t live that shit down.
Walking into the clubhouse, I adjusted myself. Apparently, I’m attracted to crazy, but only bad bitch crazy, not clingy crazy. The way this woman has me twisted up isn’t usual for me. Usually, I prefer submissive women. Or at least that’s what I thought. Call me an asshole, but that’s been my preference. I’m a man's man. Pound on my chest and call me Alpha type of man. I enjoy dominating my women in all ways, not just in the bedroom. And I have a feeling that dominating her won’t go over well.
My eyes strayed back to her more than once from the minute she walked into the clubhouse. From the moment our eyes met I knew there was something. Something that drew me to her and piqued my interest. It wasn’t just because she was attractive. It was something else. It was in how she watched the room and carried herself while surrounded by debauchery. It was clear she wasn’t here for a good time. Now here we are, with her brand of crazy, the kind that has kept my dick hard as shit. Prez's daughter or not, that girl has a hold on me. Just thinking about dominating Bellamy has me harder than steel. I know, without a doubt, I’m fucked.
I shake my head, trying to think of anything else besides the little tornado I want to wreck. That chick is bat shit crazy, and it’s clear as day she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Watching her acclimate to being a club princess will be one hell of a show. Unlike her younger sister, who revels in it, she’ll run from that title like her ass is on fire. Now, that. Seeinghow the two club princesses deal with this new family dynamic will be interesting. Princess isn’t known for sharing. And Bellamy, with only knowing her from one interaction, doesn’t seem like she’d be the one to bow down to her younger sibling. Now that’s a show I’d buy tickets to. I chuckle, and it has a few brothers looking at me as I continue on my path.
Want to talk about crazy? Princess is on a whole other level, that's for damn sure. Scanning the room, looking for either her or Vex. When I find the little shit Vex, he’s getting off in the furthest, darkest corner. You never see that boy in this room without a club girl attached. He’s the MC’s playboy, which is a feat because we are all fucking horny bastards. That unofficial title is a bone of contention between him and his pops. According to Prez, pussy can be too distracting for Vex, mainly when he should be focused on club shit. Prez is all for getting off, but Vex has let things slide one too many times, prioritizing his dick getting wet over doing what’s asked of him. And that has Prez all up and through his shit.
Making eye contact with him, his brow furrows. It surprises me that neither he nor Princess was out front while shit went down. Usually, those two are in the middle of shit, especially Princess and her nosy ass. Vex stares up at me once I reach him. His brow raises. I’m sure the look in my eyes is making it clear some shit has been or is going down.
Sitting up a little straighter. Vex eyes me cautiously. “What’s going on, VP? What was all the commotion out front? I heard it was some chick losing her shit. I was told you and Pops were handling it when I was making my way out there. So I hung back.” Wise man, I nod. Taking in his explanation, he answered the unasked question.
Staring down at him, I give a look that says, are you fucking for real, and shake my head. I’m not trying to explain why he should focus more on the club's safety than getting off. Even if he was told all was well, he still should have shown his face. I sigh, rub my hand over my bald head, and stare at him in exasperation. When confusion mars his pretty boy face, I huff at how slow this kid’s in on the uptake sometimes.
“Your pops wants to see you in his office,” I say with no inflection. Let the little shit sweat. He looks at me, surprise written on his face. Prez rarely calls meetings when we’re partying. So, the fact that he has means something serious is going down. And that has him tensing slightly. Having him rethinking his decisions tonight.
“You ain't did shit wrong, kid. At least not yet.” I chuckle and watch as relief crosses his face. “Have you seen your sister?” I ask before he questions me on why his pops wants to see him.
He releases a breath, visibly relaxing in his seat. His eyes stay trained on mine as questions swirl in them. When he sees what he’s looking for, relief floods him. Eyes leaving mine, he looks around the room. When his eyes stop and focus on something or someone behind me, I know he’s found her. And I already know what’s caught his attention. Princess is undoubtedly doing some dumb shit to get my attention. There is no need to turn around to find out what that is. I let out an annoyed breath.
