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“I’m Armor. It’s lovely to meet you, Jada, and I apologize for Agony’s shitty attitude. You won’t hear another peep out of him.”
I’m sure I won’t. The man standing in front of me looks like he would kill people for fun, and I doubt anyone would want to piss him off.
CHAPTERTWO
Armor
It’s been a week since I met Hammer’s vixen of a sister, Jada. Whenever she’s around, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her. She’s got beautiful, luscious curls that frame her face, and her body is something I’d gladly die for. It’s like an hourglass sort of shape, but her hips are thick, and so are her thighs. I’d love to grab hold of them a few times, but I doubt I’d be able to stop once I get started.
Ice is off with Sunny because she’s due in the next couple of weeks. They thought she was having contractions this morning, but it turns out they’re Braxton Hicks, which is some sort of fake contraction or labor, I guess. I don’t really know, but I’m sure one day I’m going to learn a lot more about it when I have my own kids.
Shit, I haven’t given that much thought in a while. It seems like a lot of my brothers in the club are starting to settle down. Ice has Sunny, who was an old flame of his. Inc has Octavia and Zane and Ops as Amabel, who we call Mabel. I don’t know if love is in the air or what, but all I’ve ever wanted in life is to be in the club and have a woman by my side no matter what. Only finding a woman like that isn’t exactly easy these days. So many of them just want sex with no-strings-attached. I don’t blame women like that, but where are the ones who want to wake up by your side every day? Where are the women who want to have a family with you and be with you through thick and thin? That’s the type of woman I’m looking for.
I throw my cut over my shoulders and exit my bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. I walk down the hallway and descend the stairwell, heading for the bar. It’s about two in the afternoon now, and I’ve already had a busy day. I met up with Otis late last night and purchased another batch of kids. I bought five more than the last time, and they’ve already been transported up to Billings for the Reapers Rejects MC to help me with. Thank goodness they’re on board with this. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know what to do with the kids. I always knew I needed to get them out of the circumstances they were in, but I never knew how I was going to do it until I spoke to Inc, and then, in turn, Inc spoke to the Reapers Rejects, and they voted on assisting me with this.
I walk into the bar area ofThe Clubhouse,and Jada’s sitting at the end of the bar, speaking to Fury. Her hair’s pulled onto the top of her head in a tight bun, and not a single hair’s out of place. She’s wearing light-wash denim jeans with a black tank top and an army jacket over it, and she’s got on some black leather boots. One thing I’ve noticed about Jada is how she pays attention to her appearance, and I think that’s hot as fuck. The woman takes pride in how she looks, and I sure as fuck take notice every time I lay my eyes on her.
Jada’s the type of woman who doesn’t have to put too much effort into her make-up because her beauty is so natural already. I think she might put a bit of mascara on her eyes and maybe some sort of lip gloss, but other than that, I don’t notice anything.
“You know, if my brother’s bed is too uncomfortable for you, you could always stay in mine,” Fury tells Jada, and I have a hard time biting my tongue as I approach the two of them. I take a seat next to her and cock a brow at him.
“His bed is perfectly fine, but thank you,” Jada says, swirling her plastic straw around in what I can assume is Sprite.
“I mean it. Any time you want to come into my bed, you go right ahead. It’s an open invitation,” Fury continues on, and I clear my throat.
“Fury, I’m thinkin’ your bike needs to be cleaned.” As I speak, Fury meets his eyes with my own. He narrows them after a second and cracks a smile.
“No, it doesn’t. Just cleaned it yesterday.”
“You never know. Someone might’ve gone and taken a piss on it. Best if you check, don’t you think?” My tone’s growing more aggravated by the moment.
“There were some people around back earlier. Maybe it would be a good idea if you checked on everyone’s bikes,” Hammer chimes in from a booth on the side.
Fury looks at Hammer and then at me. But Jada’s the one to speak. “If you’re thinking about saying something like your brother did, I’d advise against it. It’s not only disrespectful but dumb as hell.”
Fury inhales deeply through his nose and wipes his hands on the rag he uses to wipe the bar. “All right. I’ll be back in a bit. Archer, man the bar. I’m bein’ sent out to do some shit you should be doing.”
Archer is Chains’ younger brother, a newer addition to our ranks, and our sole prospect at the moment. He got out of rehab not too long ago, and so far, the club life has been treating him well. “I told you to do it, not him,” I hiss at Fury, and he doesn’t say anything to me in response.
“I have a feelin’ I’m gonna get shit on that for later, you know,” Archer tells me with a chuckle.
“Yeah, well, they’re gonna be barkin’ up the wrong tree. I gave him an order, and I have rank as well as seniority. He can go fuck himself.” As I speak, I notice Jada’s eyes are on me, and it’s a bit impossible for me not to turn and look at her.
“You want anythin’ to drink?” Archer asks me.
“A Coke would be fine,” I tell him, and he goes over to the soda machine. He grabs a clean glass and scoops some ice cubes into it, but as he presses down on the button for the Coke, the liquid comes out in an off-white color.
“Looks like the syrup is out. Has someone shown you how to change it?” I ask him, and he nods after a moment.
“Yeah, I’ll go get a fresh bag from the stock room and change it out. Thanks,” Archer tells me before walking off toward the stock room.
“Hammer, mind coming with me for a few minutes?” Breaker’s voice comes out of nowhere, and Hammer gets up from the booth he’s sitting in, heading off with Breaker.
It leaves Jada and me by ourselves in the bar, which hardly ever happens. I’m sure the mid-afternoon rush is going to be here any minute, so I’ll soak it up while I can.
“I apologize for Fury’s brashness. You were making yourself very clear to him, and he kept pushing your buttons,” I tell Jada, and she laughs at my words.
“He doesn’t give up, that’s for certain. I, however, am not the least bit interested in ending up in his bed.” Jada picks up her cup and sips on her Sprite. Not interested in his bed? She didn’t say not interested in anyone’s bed. I might have a shot here, but I haven’t even tried to take it yet.
