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I woke up early this morning to go over to the clubhouse and help Agnes, Iris, and Wanda with breakfast.
Agnes was Woodrow’s old lady, and to my luck, she was a very kind woman. They got married shortly after my twenty-first birthday last year, then she moved in with us before their first daughter was born.
Myra was my only cousin, but I saw myself more of a big sister to her. She was eight months old, and every time I held her, my day got brighter. She got her happiness from her momma, that’s for sure.
Myra squealed as she played with her doll, and when I looked over at her sitting in her highchair, she squinted her eyes and showed off her four little teeth that were slowly coming out.
I grinned at her. “You keep on smiling like that. Makes my day so much better.”
Agnes chuckled next to me. “She’s only being this adorable because she knows there will be cake later. Pass me the eggs, darling.”
I reached for them and handed it to her, then went back to cutting up fruit for the fruit salad. “She can have all the cake she wants. Who can say no to a face like that?”
“You spoil her way too damn much. When she’s older, I wouldn’t be surprised if she asks to spend more time with you than with me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “She loves her momma. No way she will ever replace you.”
Agnes smiled. “We’ll see. One thing’s for sure. She’ll drive her daddy insane. But that man better learn to control his temper or I will send him packing in seconds.”
She was joking, but I doubted Woodrow would ever change his behavior. He hadn’t changed for his wife, and I hated to admit it, but he wouldn’t change for his daughter either.
No man in this club would.
The door opened and two members stepped into the kitchen with smirks on their faces. “Breakfast ready yet?” JT asked.
He wasn’t much older than me. Only by five years, and he was the son of one of the oldest members here, Rodney.
He was also the son of Iris, Rodney’s old lady.
The other guy, Tiny, was in his early thirties, and though he had those same pretty boy looks like JT, he was way crazier. He was also—despite his name—not very tiny. In fact, he was the tallest out of all the members, and he was intimidating.
I had grown up around them, but always kept my distance. For good reason.
These men liked to fuck and treat women like toys, and I was a twenty-two-year-old virgin. They’d destroy me. Mentally and physically.
Then again, there was only one man I was interested in, but every time I started thinking of him, I stopped myself immediately. I hated how he affected me.
“Another ten minutes, boys,” Iris said. She turned around and studied her son, then pointed her knife at him with a raised brow. “Did you wish Remedy a happy birthday yet?”
I didn’t look back at him. My body tensed. Despite growing up around all these men, they still made me nervous. I didn’t talk much when they were around, and I hated how they made me blush with the simplest gestures and jokes.
There was, however, one guy who didn’t make me nervous. On the contrary. He made me feel as if this place wasn’t as bad as it actually was. Jagger was my best friend, and though we often had to sneak around, he didn’t hide how protective he was over me.
“Shit, that’s today?” JT asked.
“Who else do you think the banners out there were for, stupid,” Tiny said.
I heard footsteps coming closer, and I gripped my knife harder, ready to bolt out the door if either of them touched me the way they liked to do.
I liked it when Jagger touched me. Because I knew his intentions were good. All the others had other reasons to touch me, and it often made me uncomfortable. But as a woman in this MC, I didn’t have a say in who was allowed to touch me.
Good thing they respected Woodrow enough not to want to take it a step further and take me to bed.
“Hey, birthday girl,” JT said, standing right behind me with his chest pressing against my back. He slid his hand around my waist to pull me back, and I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together tightly, wishing this would be over soon.
I felt his breath on my ear, I was forced to play along. “Hi.”
A chuckle made his chest vibrate. “How old are you now? Nineteen?”
