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I pressed my lips together and felt my cheeks heat up. Agnes and Woodrow both looked at me while Fender continued to eat. I dropped my gaze and watched Myra play with my fingers.
Woodrow was silent and continued to stare at us, then he sighed and turned away.
“Got a problem with that, Prez?” Fender asked, his voice mocking.
Woodrow turned back around and I dared to look up. He wasn’t happy about this but there was nothing he could do. He had no say in who I wanted to be with. Let alone who Fender claimed.
His eyes moved from Fender to me, then back to him as he shook his head. “No. No problem at all.”
He walked away and Agnes followed him. I looked at Fender, wondering when and how the relationship between them went downhill. Was it because of the hospital thing? When he mentioned dad’s name?
“Is everything okay between you two?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah, fine.” He ate the last bite of his food, then leaned back and took a few sips of his beer. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Because you’re acting weird around each other. Did you fall out?”
“Remedy.” His voice was hard. “Don’t make me repeat the things I said to you earlier. Things are fine. Nothing you have to worry about.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
He cupped my face with his hand and caressed my cheek gently before turning his attention to Myra and letting her grab his finger. “She’s getting big.”
I smiled and looked down at her. “She is. I wish I could spend more time with her here at the house instead of seeing her at the club all the time. I don’t want her to end up like me but I guess she doesn’t have a choice.”
Fender chuckled. “I think you turned out nicely even if you grew up around a club full of outlaws. She’ll be just fine. We’ll protect her.”
I knew they would but even they didn’t have control over everything. Just like that shooting that happened when I was six. No one saw it coming and the clubhouse turned into a bloodbath.
I kissed Myra’s head, wishing for her to grow up and become a head-strong, independent woman.
Woodrow and Fender left to go to the club later that afternoon and I stayed home and waited for Agnes to give Myra a bath. Once Agnes took a shower too, we headed to Alistair’s store to grab a few groceries, then we drove to the club and started on making dinner for everyone.
Although it was Sunday, not many members were around. When Jagger saw me, he came to say hello and explained that some of the older members went out of town to meet with some old pals they got to know along their journey. Most of them took their old ladies with them, and so the only other women around were sweet butts who enjoyed all the attention the guys gave them.
When I brought the potato salad out to the big table, I saw Tiny and JT sitting on the couch with two girls kneeling in front of them. They were giving them blowjobs, and I wished I hadn’t stared at their cocks the way I had. Well, I didn’t stare at their cocks directly. The scene was just too damn fascinating to see. It always amazed me how careless those girls were.
“Ah, fuck. If you stand there while she sucks my cock, I might explode instantly,” JT said, his words directed at me.
I blinked to get out of my trance, then shook my head before turning away.
“Since when do you like to watch?” Jagger asked with a grin as I passed him. He was leaning against the doorframe, holding one of the doors open.
“I don’t like to watch.”
“She actually does.” Fender appeared, and I turned to glare at him.
“I do not.”
“Sure do. I was upstairs fucking Dina one night and Remi stopped to watch. Made my dick throb so fucking hard just having her eyes on it that I had to stop fucking Dina and jerk off.”
I clenched my jaw, hating how he brought up other women he fucked. I didn’t like this. And I hated how he was making me jealous intentionally. “I was drunk that night.”
“Does it matter, baby? You couldn’t take your eyes off me. Watched me jerk off and licked those sweet lips as I covered Dina’s tits with my cum.”
I had enough of this. My blood was boiling and my heart racing. I needed to leave the kitchen before he could say any more and make me angrier.
I stalked out of the kitchen and went upstairs, locking myself into one of the bathrooms. How could he say all that knowing damn well that his words were hurtful?
