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“I suspect you’re much like your mother in that way. In how you use people and feel like the world owes you something. You make everything about you, how it would affect you, what you will lose or gain. Your feelings are the priority. Right? You don’t give a damn about what all of this means to your dad, to your family. So again, get a clue because his whole Princess thing was probably cute when you were a kid, but here and now, you are a grown-ass woman who should have some fucking sense and respect.” Bellamy's face remains blank, making it clear she’ll not play the fool or stoop to Princesses' level.
My nod isn’t directed at anyone, and it’s one of respect. I’m not the only one who respects her, keeping her composure and not losing her shit. Because I know good and well, if anyone said the shit Princess has said to any of us, we’d lose our shit, and blood would flow. Princess looks furious, and her jaw grinds. She looks to us all again for help and realizes she will not get it. Because, yet again, Bellamy isn’t wrong. Princess is a bitch and has shown us that time and time again. Everything is always about Princess.
I don’t look away from Bellamy. Even pissed the fuck off, I’m drawn to her and her magnetic energy.
Fuck.
She has me sounding like a fucking pussy. Ignoring the lasers being drilled into the side of my head by Prez. I focus on the women in the room, specifically the woman I’m inexplicably drawn to. Fuck it. I smirk when I catch her eye. She may have turned away, but I saw the ghost of a smile on her lips. Now isn’t the time, but damn if she doesn’t have me wanting to get closer to her… to know her and what makes her so damn intoxicating.
Bellamy chuckles at the look on Princess's face. “Or did you not notice? I can guarantee that man there,” she points to me, “is just as tired of your shit as our father and brothers. The men in your life are just too nice to call you out on your shit. Unlike you, I don’t need to act like a cunt when I feel threatened. I don’t need someone to make me feel secure in life. I’m a bad bitch by nature.” With a shrug, her face relaxes, as does her body. It is clear as day that Bellamy is over all the bullshit.
“You, dear sister, if you hear nothing else, hear this. You are a spoiled brat at a disadvantage. Everyone has allowed you to do and act however you want without consequences. But let me be clear on something. I’ll give you a pass on your piss-pour attitude and smart-as-mouth for now. But don’t get it fucked up. I will dog walk your ass if you disrespect my mother again. If I hadn’t made a promise, I would walk the fuck out that door and never come back.” And for the first time, emotions show on Bellamy’s face. And it’s clear it’s more about the words Princess said about her mother that have her feelings at the forefront.
At the statement and promise, all the men in the room share a look. Because we haven’t gotten precisely to why else she’s here, she mentioned a reason, but shit got derailed by Princess and her mouth.
“But then again, what would be the fun in that? I wouldn’t want you to get all the good MC Princess loving.” She smiles at her sister, and then her face sobers. “I think I’ll stick around if only to piss you the fuck off.” Her smile gets impossibly wider as Princesses scowl becomes darker and more determined. A look I’m not unfamiliar with. That girl isn’t hearing a damn thing Bellamy is saying to her.
Bull clears his throat as the two women stare each other down. He is trying to hide the amusement in his eyes. Rarely does his sister get her ass verbally handed to her. It has rendered Princess speechless. Her jaw grinds. Yeah, no one ever talks to her like that.
Bull is the first to speak.
“No apology needed; I was out of line. I'm sorry for that... and I'd like to get to know you and Blaze, if that's all right.” Bull's eyes convey that he’s being genuine.
Vex looks between his father and siblings. I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t know what to do or say. I’m sure he’ll figure it out sooner rather than later. But one thing is for certain. The respect I see in his eyes for Bellamy is clear. He may be torn between sisters, but he understands more than any of us where Bellamy comes from with Princess. Princess has spent her life bulldozing over people, and they let her. She’s usually smart enough to keep it in line around the club and her pops. That’s the only smart thing about her.
Bellamy leans over to Prez’s desk after taking a card from her pocket. “I'm going to go. Here is my card if you want to talk or get proof...” looking over with annoyance at Princess, “... that I am, in fact, your daughter. Call me. I’m around here for a reason. Eventually, and soon, we will need to discuss what that reason is.” Without another word, she turns and walks out the door.
As the door closes, we all look at one another with varying looks of sadness, anger, and frustration. Sadness for the kids that grew up without their father and the club, and anger at Princess for her stupid jealousy-induced outburst.
As soon as the door clicks shut, it’s fucking on.
Vex speaks up, and the anger radiating off of him is palpable, “What the fuck was that, Princess? Do you always have to be such a fucking bitch? Just like our mother, always having to be the center of the fucking world. You don’t give two shits about anyone or anything else. I’m so fucking sick of your shit. And having to sit back or clean up your fucking messes. I’m done with it.” Vex stands, steps toward the door, and begins pacing, raking his hand through his hair. Rarely does Vex get this worked up, but when he does, he goes all in and all out. I sneak a look now and then at Prez and Bull. Neither of them seems like they will step in. She deserves whatever smoke she is going to get for running her mouth.
Vex stops pacing and stares down at his sister with anger in his eyes. “Have you looked at Pops once? Of course, you haven’t. Bellamy was right about you. You conveniently ignore anything and everything that doesn’t affect you. Fucking selfish. Did you hear the part where he had to give up the love of his life and children for us, for this family? I know you have selective bitch hearing, but there is no way you missed that part. Unlike Chase and I, you’re alive and living each day with a silver spoon in your mouth and absolutely no fucking responsibility. So no, she’s not wrong. You’re a spoiled, selfish brat who lets everyone else do your bidding and treat you like the spoiled little bitch you are. But this shit…” He runs his hand through his hair. “… the shit you said was low, even for you. Do you think Pop would let some stranger throw claims around if he didn't know those claims to be true? DO YOU?” He bellows his last words as he stares her down.
He gets no response, which isn’t surprising. Princess, the perpetual victim, looks around the room, searching for an ally. She won't find one, not here, now, or in the future, with how she acts. Vex shakes his head, and our eyes meet for a moment. Then he looks at his father and brother with remorseful and angry eyes.
“I'm going after her. I want to know about my sister and her life. Because unlike you, Princess, I understand that even though Pops doesn’t regret us, he regrets not knowing her… them,” he mumbles something about his sister needing her ass beat. Everyone watches him leave the office and says nothing for a short time. Princess breaks the silence with her whiny voice.
“Daddy... I... I–”
“Baby girl, that's enough,” he sighs, running his hand through his hair and looking at Bull. “Taz... Princess, give me a minute with Bull,” never taking his eyes off of Bull. Who’s looking defeated. His behavior and how he treated Bellamy earlier were out of line, and that apology wasn’t nearly enough. But if Bellamy accepted it, then it is what it is. I know that kid. He will stew. The disappointment he has in himself will eat at him until he feels he has truly earned his sister's forgiveness. It's clear by his silence as he stares at his hands. He’s coming to terms with why his father made the choices he did. If it weren’t for his manipulative bitch of a mother, he wouldn’t be here, and his father would be with the love of his life. But I and everyone else know he isn’t to blame. The blame is firmly on his mother, Beverly. I know by her response that not even his newfound sister blames him for the sins of his mother.
Prez loves his kids fiercely. Even though they can be hot-headed little shits, they are his. This talk will not be the end of the conflict and confusion. But I know my Prez well enough to know he is up to bringing his family together.
Princess continues with her bullshit. She never knows when to take the fucking ‘L,’ and let shit go. “Daddy,” she says in a whiny tone. “I'm just trying to look out for our family. We don't know that girl. We don't know where she came from, why she's here, or if she's here to cause problems for us. She could be…”
“ENOUGH!”
Prez bellows, cutting her off and slamming his hand on the desk. He stands, sending his desk chair flying back and into the wall. “I know...” slapping his palms on his chest while facing his daughter, “I fucking know because she looks just like her mother, so I know... Just go, Princess.” His breaths come out choppy, and he looks down at his desk.
He is doing everything he can not to flip his shit on his over-dramatic daughter any more than he already has. But just like she’s done with everyone else and in every other situation, her selfishness knows no bounds. Emotions are running high, and I know this news is a shock, but she’s taking shit too far. I know she will keep this going. It’s how she is; it’s a pattern with her. The difference is that she is against family, and Prez is all about family, even if his kids are estranged. So, she is walking a thin line that I hope she doesn’t cross.
“Daddy…” Princess tries again and again. Prez cuts her off.
Bracing his hands on his desk, eyes filled with pure fury. He has had enough, and he bellows out.
“GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!”
