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Chapter 2
Ares
I go into our sanctuary, taking the President's seat at the top center of the table. My father had been gone for three months now, and the ache was still at the surface.
My old man and I had plenty of fights, but I respected him like no one else. He'd led this club through a lot of shit over the years. We mostly kept to the straight and narrow with legit businesses. Still, our one vice was running an illegal gambling operation. Our rival, the Havoc Ryders, thought they could edge into our business, and we needed a plan to thwart their latest bullshit.
The Havoc Ryders' biggest commodity was stealing cars. If necessary, we'd wreak some mayhem on their main line of cash. Even 40 miles to the north of us, the Havoc Ryders were bold. Lately, I guess, testing my leadership. My father had died of a sudden heart attack. I still couldn't believe he was gone. He'd told me a few days before he died that he was going to marry Zoe.
I'd hated that girl from the start, slinking around here like a lost puppy. She was younger than me, and what my father saw in her beyond a quick fuck never made sense. When she turned up pregnant, my old man had a gleam in his eye like he was the proudest motherfucker alive. It made me sick to think of that girl and her kid being a permanent fixture around the clubhouse.
Misfit, my VP, comes to sit to my right. Cobra, QB, Trixter, and Sphinx sat in the leather chairs surrounding the handmade oak table. My grandfather had built this table to commemorate the Grim Saints' start after he came back from fighting in Korea. I look around the table, each brother sitting at attention, waiting for me to call the session to order.
"Alright, tell me what happened with the Martin-Garcia fight. How much did we lose because of Havoc?" I asked to the table in general.
Trixter, with his dirty blonde spiky hair, answers, "$25,000."
"Fuck," QB says, putting his hand through his hair. QB, getting his name from being the star quarterback in our small town a million years ago. Trixter was our resident computer genius and ran our online presence.
"It's time we hit them where it hurts. I want intel on their next shipment to Dallas," I instruct gravely.
"Prez, you sure you want to go there?" Cobra asks.
"Don't be a pussy.
Those bitches deserve a little payback," Sphinx has a sinister gleam in his dark eyes.
"No one disrespects the Grim Saints. Any other business?" I declare.
The meeting ended about 30 minutes later, and as I got up from the table, Misfit says, "what's up with you and this child support? You know your Dad put money in a separate account for that. Why not just give it to them and be done with it?"
"It's not going to be that easy," I answer, refusing to say more.
The motherfucker rolls his eyes at me. The truth is I didn't give a shit about the money, but I damn sure wasn't going to just hand it over with a pretty fucking bow wrapped around it. My Dad hadn't had time to make anything official with that account, and now that I was an executor, that baby mama was going to have to beg. Sending in her sister to do her dirty work was low. She may look like sin on those gorgeous long legs, and sure I'd tap that, but no one was going to exert dominance over my club or me. I decide the when and where of things, and anyone who disagreed could rot.
When I exit church, I see Cherry standing by the bar in her little short shorts and tank top cut to reveal her midriff. I whistle, and she turns slowly around, smiling at me, "get your ass to my room."
My mind drifts to Willow as I follow Cherry down the hallway to the room I stay in at the club. When we get the door closed, Cherry starts to crouch down, but I stop her by the elbows, "turn around and drop those shorts," I growl.
Cherry giggles and does as I tell her.
I get a condom out of my pocket, unbutton my jeans, and shove them to the floor. After I'm covered, I grab her hair, tilting her head back; she whimpers, "you better be ready for me!"
I enter Cherry fast and hard, pumping frantically, gripping her hair tighter, my breath crashing into her neck. It's not long before she's arching her back and chanting my name, but it's not her I picture as my hand bangs into the door above our heads. The shiny chestnut strands of Willow's hair come to mind, and my orgasm shatters me as I wonder what my name would sound like from those luscious lips of hers. Cherry knows better than to expect any intimacy from me, so she shoves off while I go shower. My dick is stiff again as I call to mind Willow's body and her scowling face.
When I orgasm again, I frown, realizing it might take a quick fuck to get this shit with Willow out my system.
