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CHAPTER FOUR
PYRO
“Tate, stop,” Octavia laughs as Digger lifts her into his arms. “Tate, your brothers are watching,” she hisses at him, her cheeks burning bright red. Five years Octavia has been with Dig, and even after all these years, she still gets embarrassed about things. It’s fucking cute. My brother found himself a woman all the brothers adore. Octavia is the fucking shit.
“Trust me, babe, they don’t give a shit,” Dig growls as he prowls through the clubhouse with his woman in his arms.
He’s not wrong. None of us give a fuck what they do. My brother and his woman are happy, and that’s all that matters.
“Christ,” Raptor growls as he takes a seat beside me. “Swear to fuck, Py, man, I’m not bein’ taken down.”
I chuckle at his words. The brothers are scared shitless. It’s been five years since a brother last took an old lady, and that was Ace, our Prez. Ever since then, whenever there’s a fucking love fest, such as tonight, the brothers get antsy about who will be the next to fall. It wouldn’t bother me in the slightest if I were to find a woman like my brothers have. Someone who’s fucking amazing in bed, beautiful, and loyal to boot. That’s all we want in a woman.
“What about you?” he questions. I merely raise a brow. “You and that girl? You goin’ to see her again?”
I grit my teeth. Chloe… Fuck. I wish I would see her again. The woman was unlike anyone I’d met before. Not to mention, that Irish accent of hers set my body alight. But she lives in Ireland, and my life is here in New York, with my brothers and club. I was too chickenshit to message her again. The night we spent together, something in me changed. I wanted my Little Bird unlike I’ve ever wanted anyone else. She got to me. I knew that if we saw each other again, I would have been sunk.
“What the fuck is goin’ on with Pepper?” I ask him, changing the subject. I don’t want to talk about Chloe.
Pepper has been a club whore for almost a decade, but since some of the brothers have taken old ladies, she’s changed. She’s become possessive of certain brothers. Thankfully, I’m not one of them, but she’s determined to make a brother an old lady.
“She’s pregnant,” Raptor says quietly, so only I can hear him.
My back straightens at his words. What the fuck? The brothers wear condoms, and all club whores are to be on contraception. It’s the rules of the club, and if you don’t follow them, there’s fucking hell to pay.
“Who’s the father?”
He shakes his head. “The brothers are fuckin’ ragin’, brother, so fuckin’ angry. She hasn’t said who.”
“How far along is she?” I haven’t fucked the woman in over a year, so I know my ass is safe, but fuck, when Prez finds out, there’s going to be some questions asked.
“She’s five months. That’s another reason the brothers are pissed—there’s nothin’ anyone can do now. She’s havin’ the baby no matter what.”
I grit my teeth. There’s no way they would have pressured her to have an abortion had they known about the pregnancy beforehand. Ace wouldn’t have allowed anyone to push her into doing something she didn’t want to. But her days as a club whore are now over. No brother is going to want to get near her, and if she’s not putting out, she doesn’t stay. Club rules.
“The brothers are sayin’ it’s between Shadow and Preach as to who’s the father.”
Christ.
“Time will tell, but fuck, I’d hate to be in their shoes. Does Prez know?” I ask.
Raptor grins. “No, but I’m guessin’ after this conversation, he will. Especially after you go speak with Hayley.”
I frown. “Why am I goin’ to speak with her?”
My sister has been working for the Vipers since I found her working in a strip club five years ago. She had kept her job a secret from me because she didn’t want me to lose my mind. Something I did when I uncovered the truth. Since then, she’s been working at our bar, earning a fuck-ton of money to support her and my niece, Eva.
“She knows somethin’ that could shed some light as to why this has happened.”
I narrow my eyes. “How would you know what my sister knows?”
He grins. “Not me, brother, but Wrath.”
I turn my glare from Raptor to Wrath, who’s seated beside my sister with a motherfucking grin on his face.
“Hell fuckin’ no,” I snarl as I make my way over to their table. “Leave,” I growl as soon as I’m in front of him.
Wrath gets to his feet without saying a word, that damn grin still etched on his lips.
