“Okay, Baby, have a good day at school,” I say, holding Halo close.
“I will; it’s the last week of classes,” Halo says, leaning into me.
I run my hands up her back, breathing in her amazing scent.
“Baby, Cherry is waiting to take me to class. Don’t forget that I’m going to call you to pick me up,” Halo says.
“I won’t,” I say, kissing her softly.
There’s a knock on my door, and it pisses me off.
“Baby, talk later,” Halo says, turning up her lips.
She opens the door, and Poison is standing there.
“Later,” Halo says, waving.
“Laters,” Poison says, moving her head up and down.
“Poison, I need to talk to you. Have a seat and close the door,” I say, walking around my desk. I fall onto my chair, motioning her to take a seat.
“Yeah, what do you want,” Poison says, taking a seat.
I stare at my sister Poison, and the nickname fucking fits her. She’s fucking ready to kill, stubborn as hell, and doesn’t take shit from anyone.
“Poison, what the hell were you thinking? My informant states that you went to the Dreamhole. You went to the rival’s club, the Dreamhole, fucked the Prez. This is fucked up!”
“Don’t you worry, your pretty little head? You don’t know that I did that. Prove it! Besides, you do not have a say in what I do with my life. It’s all good, I got this,” Poison says, lifting her chin.
She stares at me with a stone face, face, totally emotionless. She’s a fucking hard badass bitch.
There’s a knock on my office door.
“Come in,” I say, looking at my sister.
The door opens, and Diablo lifts up his chin.
“Prez, the Wicked Warriors are here. They’re in the main clubhouse,” Diablo says, leaning against the door frame.
“I don’t know what the fuck to think, but you pray that you did not start a fucking war,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Fuck you,” Poison says, pushing off the chair.
She walks out of my office, and I scrub my face.
“Okay, let’s go and greet them,” I hum, pushing off my chair.
I walk around my desk, down the long hallway, and into the main clubhouse, walking to the Wicked Warrior Prez.
Fuck!
“War,” I say, standing in front of him, lifting my chin.
I stare at him, turning my fingers into palms. The issues between the MCs are from the past. I want to clear up and tie up the loose ends.
“Demon, thanks for the invite,” War says, moving his head up and down.
“Motherfucker, we need to talk, but I want to take this outside,” I grunt, tilting my head.
