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“The auras in here are so red, they’re hurting my eyes. So much anger boiling from the old ladies,” Aurora whispered.
“What do you need?” I asked as I saw pain cross Aurora’s features.
“Too late; this is going to explode,” Aurora replied and leaned into my arm.
I longed to hold her tight. But all I could do was touch her fingers in reassurance.
“But it’s okay because they rank above our feelings and are club business. They nearly killed Silvie and Halona. Because they wanted to claim Ace back for themselves. One of them hid Silvie’s phone, so she could not call for aid, and Silvie was in so much pain she couldn’t walk to get help. But they’re still hanging around despite nearly killing an old lady.” Artemis sat glowering at the skanks congregating together.
“Old ladies have no say in who single brothers fuck. Club sluts have always been a part of an MC life,” Drake retorted.
Phoe climbed to her feet at Drake’s words. Shit was about to hit the fan.
“We have a fucking say in who the taken men fuck!” Phoe exploded, and Aurora winced. “Or you telling me those with old ladies are fucking those skanks because so help me God, if you stick your dick into one of those cunts, we’re getting a divorce!”
I flinched at Phoe’s words as the old ladies loudly agreed with her sentiments. Drake paled so suddenly that I thought he’d pass out.
“And it’s okay when whores say they ain’t going to help clean up around here, that it’s our job to cook and tidy for you all? Although we all work full-time jobs? All they do is lie on their backs. Shit’s okay when they tell Sin she can’t hold Jett’s attention and she’s deliberately getting pregnant to tighten her grip on him. When we all fuckin’ know, it is Jett who keeps knocking Sinclair up. They mimic Vivie’s accent and disrespect her right to her face, thinking that because she is French, she won’t understand their sarcasm.
“When Ali-kat is told that she better start slimming because Blaze will be put off by her muscles. And ask Ali-Kat if she’s ever had a spa day because she needs it before the novelty wears off and Blaze wanders. How about when Lindsey’s reconstructive surgery fails as she ages, and they show her pictures of surgery gone bad? Or how about our daughter Drake, who had two of them discussing what a stud you were in bed? Think Jodie wants to hear how long and thick your cock is? Or that you keep pace like a jackhammer? Think Jodie wanted to listen to how you love to deep-throat a woman?” Phoe spat, and Drake paled further as he glanced at Jodie.
Christ, those poor women had suffered greatly, and for what? A piece of easy pussy no one really fucked anymore. Shame hit me as I thought about what Phoe and the others were saying. The old ladies did everything she claimed and more. Nobody thought to help, including candidates. Savage and Gauntlet exchanged the same look. Yeah, we all felt guilty. And so we should.
“You walked right over the fact that two whores nearly killed Silvie and her daughter, Drake. They came close to killing an old lady and a princess, but that’s okay because your single men fuck them. What value is placed on old ladies and children?” Lindsey spoke up with evident anger.
“We’ve all voiced our opinions in private to our husbands, and none of you took them seriously. Because getting a brother’s cock sucked by a whore was more important. So be it. We’ll remember this. Calamity, I am sorry your celebration ended in such a way, and I promise us old ladies will make it up to you. But for now, let’s leave the assholes who value a whore’s cunt more than their wife’s!” Phoe snarled.
Rosie stood straight and left the clubhouse with Serenity, Aurora Victoria, and Jodie on her heels. I stared after Aurora, deeply worried but unable to follow. The only thing easing my mind was knowing the women would watch over her.
Artemis gave a decisive nod at an unspoken message from Phoe. One by one, the old ladies removed themselves from where they were sitting and followed the princesses out.
To Drake’s surprise, the whores immediately moved in on the single men, and that action hit the memo home. The old ladies and princesses were disrespected in Rage, and he’d allowed it. Drake felt the same as the rest of us. We’d abused those we loved most. We were so fucking guilty for not realising what was happening.
“Sin will never forgive me. First for knocking her up, and now this shit,” Jett moaned morosely.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Axel bellowed. Even the single brothers understood how bad this was.
“Celebrating,” Kim beamed.
“Take your STD laden skank pussies out of here. I can’t get my head around this clusterfuck!” Axel boomed, sending Drake the filthiest stare in his arsenal. Fuck, that was Axel’s angry look, and he was beyond furious at the moment.
I wondered if Axel was about to explode when Drake spoke.
“Get those whores off Rage, and we’re having church in thirty minutes. Prospects and candidates as well. This is being resolved tonight. Calamity, we’ll have a cookout at the weekend,” Drake promised.
Chapter Four.
Klutz
Being called to the inner sanctum for church was a rarity for a prospect. The next few weeks should see me signed off as a full brother, but I didn’t think today was about that. And hell, I was eagerly anticipating it. To finally own that patch. I’d worked my ass off and intended to celebrate when the time came. Savage, Gauntlet, and I looked curious as Calamity began explaining his sudden influx of wealth. Honestly, I was overjoyed for the kid. Calamity was a brother and deserved the rewards he had landed.
A smile crossed my lips as I thought of Calamity and Rosie together. They were perfect for one another, and after Calamity accepted congrats on his prosperity, he approached the topic of Rosie.
With the cheerful mood, I was relaxed and unready for Texas to blow. Each word the man spoke to Calamity drove a stake into my heart. In sheer disbelief, I observed as Calamity stood his ground. Then resignation and a considerable dose of pain sailed across his face.
Calamity calmly took off his cut and kissed it in reverence before laying it on the table.
Everyone chased after him, and I watched as Texas tore into him again, and Calamity laid it on the line. If they kicked Calamity from Rage, he’d walk. But he’d not give up Rosie. Rosie stood firm by his side, defending their right to be in love. Aurora and I exchanged shocked glances, and I knew Aurora’s mind had gone where mine had. If a brother couldn’t date and treasure a Rage Princess, where did that leave Aurora and me? Pain stabbed deep as I glanced around at the stone-faced men beside me. Hell, I was still considering my position when we followed Drake back into church.
