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“It was Marco. I think he wanted to see if… they took you out.” I say, my heart going to my throat. That motherfucker is going to die a slow, painful death.
He stares at me momentarily, and we hear the brothers curse and yell their displeasure. He shakes his head and looks pensive, with his brows furrowed.
“Fuck the goddamned gates.” he says with an angry, frustrated face.
“Um, Daddio, they should be all set. Remember, we were going to replace them, anyway. So you know, Bada Bing Bada boom, the bastard kids to the rescue.”
The anger that was on his face morphs into terror and regret. Oh shit.
I jumped up, wincing because I forgot again about my damn leg. I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him, keeping a smile on my face.
“That was probably too soon. Hmm?” I say with the brightest pain free smile I can muster.
He stares at me momentarily and then wraps his arm around me. Kissing me in my hair, he chuckles lowly.
“Yeah, kid, it was too soon.”
Squeezing me, we say nothing as we watch most of the brothers rush out to get their families and get organized for the lockdown. Turbo, a colossal giant of a man, stops at the open door and looks over at Gunner before speaking.
“Prez, what do you want to do with the guys we have in the hole?”
Gunner regards Turbo and looks at me, my brother, and Pain.
“Let them sweat it out for the night. We can deal with them later. They may have some information we need, and they may not. You, Bull, and… Pain can have your fun tomorrow. Priority is getting everyone situated, and the compound secured.” he says and looks down at me. “Alright, Daughter, let's see what your people did to my gate and windows. Aww, fuck the windows.”
I chuckle because my people are good. And he and the club are about to find out how good.
And they did, and it impressed my father and his brothers. My crew had cleaned everything up, from bodies to bullet holes. You wouldn’t know anything went down tonight. The club has shiny new gates and a few other things they were very impressed with.
Shit may have gone down, but I know my crew. I knew they would do what needed to be done quickly.
Thirty
BELLAMY
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Meeting the brothers and their ol’ ladies in my father’s club has been interesting. Technically… My only experience with them was when I had a gun to Bull's head and when I put Princess on her ass. I assumed the ones that weren’t in the know would be wary and standoffish toward me and mine, but they aren’t. Despite Princess’s bitching and whining through the night once she and the other women were let out of the safe room. And man… did she bitch up a blue streak for being kept down there for hours. Such a fucking drama queen. It was hilarious how many people avoided her, pretended they didn’t hear her, or, my favorite, I watched people walk away mid-sentence. It was glorious.
After the meeting, I’d mistakenly texted Sam and Gabriella instead of calling. Of course, both of them were too nosey for their own good. My phone has been blowing up ever since. They’ve been demanding I explain what the hell I’d gotten myself into. Of course, Sin's fears were realized. I finally had enough of my bestie and her threats, so I called her. Gabriella is sending Sarafina and her brother Sebastian. I asked for Malikai, but apparently, he is busy with whatever Gabriella has going on. And my little Liv is off living her best college girl life and is out of the business for now. So, now I’m expecting my godchildren to come in and help me and my team monitor a few things. The two of them are a force to be reckoned with. They aren’t needed necessarily, but I never say no to my two favorite demon spawns.
All that is a worry for tomorrow. Tonight, I’m enjoying myself. I finally get to sit and talk to the people who make up Gunner's family, my new family. Sitting at the bar, I’m seeing things with fresh eyes. Less than an outsider and more of a newcomer. The officers, except Gunner and Taz, sit at their table, watching over the club. Everyone is relaxed, even after the attack. It’s not shocking. This is the mother chapter, after all. They have seen their fair share of shit, and it helps that I could take care of everything as far as repairs on the clubhouse.
According to Taz, they are gossiping like old biddies. My brother and I are the topic of conversation. I’ve received a few sideways glances. Of course, Taz, trying to make light of the situation, told me not to worry about the ol’ biddies, who promptly cussed him the fuck out when they heard him. Me being me, I’ve walked by a few times and heard them whispering and cackling like little teenage girls, so Taz wasn’t far off.
I smile at how things went from shit to this. The place is buzzing with kids and their moms chasing them around. I probably shouldn’t be holding someone's baby while I drink, but I’m a helpful type of bitch, so here we are.
It amazed me when I came out of church and entered the main room. After they let everyone out of the safe room, one brother screamed lockdown, and the whores scurried off. When they came back, they were wearing clothing that covered all their shit. Even though a few of them were pushing it at how tight their shit is, it’s not my circus or my monkeys.
Gunner and Taz are in his office decompressing, or whatever the fuck they do, after a night like tonight. I honestly think they are in there because Taz had to be an alpha douche and declare me his in front of every damn body, like a fucking caveman. Without my permission, might I add? I mean, if I am honest, I don’t mind. If shit doesn’t work out, I can always fake my death. Is that going too far? Meh.
He and I are still going to talk about that shit. I mean, yes, it made my lady bits scream hell yeah to the heavens, but I’m a boss, and being boss means he needs to be nice to me so I don’t tear out his nails one by one.
Blaze, Pain Rocket, and Sin went to pack up our stuff since we decided we were going to be staying at the clubhouse for the foreseeable future, or at least until we handled things with the whole contract shit.
“So, I hear you are Prez’s long-lost kid.” A busty brunette saddles up next to me. I don’t turn my head to look at her as I stare down at the little one in my arms. I can only see her jugs and dark hair falling past them. I debate whether to ignore her, but think better of it. I should be nice to these people until they prove friendly won’t work. Adjusting the little one in my arms, I turn to her, and my eyes connect with a stunning Latin woman. I thought I heard a little accent in her voice.
Please don’t be a club girl.
