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It feels good to be putting down roots, to have another person to have my back and who puts me first. My man can sometimes be a little alpha whole-ish, but he means well. The last few weeks have taught me I can be me and an us. Taz has taught me I can put myself first, even for a moment, which I am not accustomed to. Anytime he noticed I was or seemed stressed about my parents, my team, or godbabies, he would push me in another direction or thought process that would have me focusing on myself and sometimes him. Life is good.
And he is obsessed with making babies. If Taz’s wish comes true, and I’m being honest about how I’m feeling, he will get his wish. He and I will forever be connected. That doesn’t scare me or worry me about our future. I’m excited. I don’t know how I will juggle it all, but I have my mother to look up to. She did it all on her own, and she did a damn good job.
Forty-Two
BELLAMY
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Dumb decision lift-off.
The way the backyard of the clubhouse is set up, with a few enclosed spaces. Taz told me they have them enclosed and ventilated for when the weather isn’t cooperating, and the club wants to barbeque. They have become my favorite place to get away from everything, and by everything, I mean my overbearing man. Out here, I can have a reprieve and drink my stupid-ass tea. Yes, I’m hiding from my man, who would blame me when he has been harassing me about taking the stupid test. A test he insists on carrying around with him everywhere he goes. He is so… damn annoying. Taking another sip of my tea, trying not to wince at the bitter taste. Gawd, how I miss coffee and booze.
I know that eventually, I’ll take the damn thing. I really will, but I’m putting it off for as long as possible. I know as soon as he gets confirmation that his little swimmers did their job, he is going to be so far up my ass that our kid will know his face before it knows mine. And to that, I say no thanks, ghost rider. So, I will enjoy my freedom for as long as possible.
A noise draws my attention to the back door of the clubhouse. My eyes narrow on the intruder to my peace. I hold back my laughter as I watch Princess slink around. I can tell the bitch is up to no good. Her green eyes are wide and alert as she scans her surroundings. Her movements are jerky. I watch her look down at her phone, holding it in her hands like it’s her lifeline. When she types frantically, I watch her in fascination as she mumbles to herself. She thinks she’s slick. She isn’t.
My head shakes as I continue to watch her. Shit is about to go down, and for that reason alone, I’ve been putting Taz off. I don’t want to end up in a knockdown, drag-out fight because I want to be involved in what will happen tonight. Holding in my chuckle as Princess continues to text. Beverly has gotten to her stupid, gullible daughter, convincing her to make her jailbreak. I wait for it to happen, which I’m sure I will catch hell for later.
With the Ferrari’s, Berlusconi’s and Rossi’s going back to business as usual, which was suspicious as fuck, my brain started screaming warning, warning… bad guys are trying to pull the wool over your eyes. And watching Princess pace and mumble tells me I was right.
I may or may not have gone behind my family's back to set a few things in motion. I’m ready for this shit to be over and done with, and the sooner Beverly makes her move, the sooner life can get back to normal because this shit is for the birds.
Oh, to get a fill on my nails because these bitches look crazy as hell. And to take a long ride. I have yet to be on the back of my man's bike. And damn, do I want to be on the back of my man’s bike. Who knew this is what a club lockdown would be like? A bitch is going stir-crazy. I want to get a Chai tea at Starbeezies and go shopping even though I know I damn well don’t need a thing. And I want to go to an actual doctor and have the experience confirming that my little bean is happening. I smile down at my flat stomach and wonder. A noise draws my attention, and I look back up.
Princess slinks past the windows, ducking like she stole something and freezing when she sees shadows walk by on the other side. I hold in my chuckle and finally have had enough of watching this bitch creep around. I step out of the shadows.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sunshine?” I say quietly so as not to be heard by anyone inside. There are a few windows open. That is another thing about the lockdown. This place may be huge, but it is an old building that gets hot. And with all the brothers, teens, and kids, the smell in the main room is something else. My nose twitches at the memories of hot breath, hot ass, and Doritos. Yuck.
Princess yelps, spinning around, with surprised eyes meeting mine, and freezes. When she sees who has caught her dumb ass, she squares her shoulders and sneers at me. My eyes roll. I take another sip of my drink and stare her down, waiting for an answer.
When she doesn’t answer me, I approach her, my head tilting, assessing her. She’s fully dressed, her hair done, her nails looking fresh, her heels high, and her makeup is on point. Yep, this dumb bitch is going to make a run for it right into the arms of a psychopath.
With a shake of my head. “When your mother ultimately shows you who she is and turns you over to that psychopath. Don’t worry. I’ll let Rossi torture you just a little. You know… he killed one of his girls and put several in the hospital.” Her eyes narrow as she looks at me like I’m lying. With a shrug, I continue, “But no matter, I’ll save your dumbass. Maybe then you’ll learn your fucking place and learn to listen. Our parents told you everything you need to know and why you need to stay put, but you are smarter than them. You’re a big girl who can make her own decision.” I chuckle because she is anything but. “Your mother has manipulated you into believing her bullshit, huh?” I say with a raised brow. I can see in her eyes she wants to say something, tell me I’m wrong about her mother and what she has convinced her to do. She can’t because I’m not, and she knows it.
I want to walk away and not hear her response. I had a feeling, and for the first time in my history, as team leader, my mother and my team didn’t listen. I told them there was no way Beverly was going to give up. The bitch was at the finish line. Money, power-hungry bitches don’t just give up at the first sign of trouble. Oh no, they change tactics. My mother calling Beverly from a cloned line tipped her off and made her change tactics. And here we are. She found another way.
Princess glares at me like I’m the asshole in this situation. “You’re lying. I know you are. This is better for you, isn’t it?” Her brow raised like that was a gotcha statement. I say nothing. “You want what I have, what I’ve always had. So why are you pretending to care and lying to me? Marco was right. He said you and your mother wanted to control me so you could control my father. And he isn’t wrong. Look around you. This is all because of you. If you and your whore of a mother would have stayed away, my father’s life wouldn’t be on the line. My club and my family wouldn’t be sitting around waiting for the next strike because my father wouldn’t listen and let me go. I WANT TO GO.” Cutting herself off, she lets out an angry breath. “My mother didn’t do what she did because she wants something from me; she is doing it to protect me because she loves me and knows my worth.” She hisses.
She shakes her head. “I have been banished to my father's floor. Whenever I leave my suite, everyone watches every move I make. You and your mother have my father convinced my mother is out to get me, that Marco is out to hurt me. And my father refuses to lift the lockdown because of all the shit you and your mother have been feeding him. And you are lying to him–you are lying to everyone.” she says venom, lacing her voice.
My eyes roll so hard to the back of my head that they might get stuck there. This girl is beyond stupid. She has fallen hook, line, and sinker for the bullshit, and I can’t for the life of me wipe the utter shock of how gullible she is off my face. When she realizes her bullshit isn’t getting her anywhere, she changes tactics, which gives me whiplash. Her face morphs into what she thinks is sweet and innocent, and the venom leaves her voice.
“Did you know my father refused to let me go out of state to college before all of this shit?” She waves her hand in the air. “I wanted to go to college for accounting to be useful to the club. I know what everyone says about me. I’m a spoiled, useless Princess, but I’m not.” she says, poking her lower lip out like a petulant child. “I’m more than that. My mother and Marco see that.” she says with a smug look on her face. Wowzer, I shake my head at her because they are playing with her. I knew… our father refused to let her go, and I understand why. The girl is irresponsible as they come but go off, sis.
She plays at being more competent than she is. The girl has failed out of two colleges so far, choosing to party over learning. I agree with our father. She needs to show a little more responsibility and ability. What the hell would be the point of her moving across the country and wasting money if all she was going to do was party and whore it up? From what I understand, the stipulation is that she goes to a community college and sticks it out for an associate's degree, and then he would let her go to whatever college she wanted to after that. Her dumb ass glazed over that part.
She smiles at me as if my silence proves her right. It’s not. “Well, Marco said he will pay me to go to whatever college I want. And he says he will show me daily that the family values me. My mother agrees with him. She believes my father is stuck in his ways, believing women are to be used to serve their men and nothing else; she wants better for me,” she says wistfully.
Hard eye roll. Wow, she is desperate to be seen, and it doesn’t matter who and for what purpose. They are blowing smoke up her ass, and she is spreading her cheeks willingly. Fucking idiot.
“He said that everything you were doing was bullshit and a lie. He told me you and your mother orchestrated the attack. They showed me proof of it.” She sneers. “You both are trying to destroy my father and his club. Trying to destroy me because you are petty and jealous of what my mother and I have. My mother did my father a favor by getting him away from your psycho of a mother. And when Marco and I got married, which we are getting married, he promised me he was going to destroy you and protect my family. So your days are numbered.” She sneers. “But don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to Taz. He is too pretty to look at, so I’ll make sure he stays safe. And I’ll be there for him while he morns you, which I doubt will be for too long.” she says with a smirk. I don’t even respond to her fuck shit. Her mother is good. I’ll give her that. But I’m better.
I smirk and turn around, not listening to shit else she has to say. I’m going to let her go. Sometimes bitches need to learn the hard way. Walking into the clubhouse, I find my brother sitting with Sin and our cousins. I tell him to pull up my little chihuahua’s GPS tracker and watch it. Of course, I don’t answer the question in his eyes, and he knows now is not the time to get into it, so he does what I ask and pulls up the tracking system we use for targets.
Chipping her was the smart move, and if people had listened to me, they would have agreed, but they didn’t, so I did it on my own. I chipped her ass when she got shit-faced drunk one night. The chip is like the ones they put in dogs, but for people, it’s small, and it only took one little pinprick, and now I know every move the yappy little bitch makes. No one could be mad because I didn’t have a doctor put it in. I improvised, and she didn’t even realize it was sitting pretty just above her shoulder blade. High-five me for being so damn smart.
I give a nod to Sin. She is the only one who knows about the tracker, not by choice. She caught me putting it in, so I had to tell her what I was doing, not the why, even though she tried to get it out of me. I wasn’t budging. When I asked her who she was sneaking around with, she shut her trap and left the room. Win for me.
