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He shakes his head. "Ten fucking grand to travel with her new 'boyfriend'," my eyes widen while he nods his head. "Your mother begged me to give it to her after the bank refused to withdraw it for her from our joint account without my permission, knowing I'd say no. Apparently this guy will stick, but I told her to get a fucking job, so now I'm in the dog house. They're both waiting for you outside the door."
I shake my head. "Momma is taking the piss, dad."
He nods, patting my back, before we head into the common room where my mother is sitting with my sister. They scowl at my dad before they look at me, trying to look sweet and innocent when they're not. They know I have money; I've been saving every penny since I started earning, and it helps that I lived in the clubhouse for years until I'd finally built my house next to Gunner's.
a two-story country farm house with a wraparound porch for my girl.
I started building it the moment we got back after I met Meghan. It's dark gray on the outside, while inside it's light and airy, just like her, with a modern kitchen full of blacks and grays. My mother almost had a coronary when she walked through it, making my dad scowl at me for doing one better than him, whichI had found hilarious. My sister, on the other hand, bitched that she could have used the money for college, not realizing I already knew my dad paid for her entire four years.
I still have plenty left over to live comfortably until I fucking die, and like, fuck am I giving a dime to my sister, who goes through men like she goes through underwear. She most likely wants the 10 G's for her drug dealer. My parents are aware of her troubles, but we can't help her anymore. She's making her own decisions and rebelling against the club and our family for reasons I don't even understand when she's had everything she could ever ask for.
My mother stands first, her blue eyes looking at me with hope, but I just snort. She always looks after her princess when she comes around wanting money when she knows it's wrong, but she just doesn't want to rock the boat. Last time she told Mazie some home truths, she went radio silent for nearly a year as punishment.
I shake my head at her before nodding at the prospect for a beer. He doesn't hesitate to slide one over to me as my sister walks over to me in a dress that should be for the bedroom.
Her hazel eyes are hesitant as she approaches me.
"Hi little brother."
I nod at her, and she clears her throat while the brothers shake their heads at the balls of her. I haven’t spoken to her since she kicked off at me for building a home when she wanted my hard-earned fucking money for herself.
"Look, I know we haven't spoken."
I cut in, "You mean since you had the balls to kick off over MY home and how I spent MY money that I earned?"
She swallows and nods her head. "Look, I just need a favor. I know you have the money. No…” I narrow my eyes at her,making her backtrack. "I mean, uh, Slicer. My new man and I want to travel for a little while before we settle down. I just need $15,000, that's all, and I'll pay you back."
I snorted; she changed the amount.
I can see it in her eyes; she's not going away with some new guy; she's in debt, either gambling or drugs; and I won't see a dime of it or her once she gets what she wants. As far as I'm concerned, though, it's not my fucking problem.
I look into her hazel eyes, which are so much like mine. "So you're telling me you met some man who needs a handout from your baby brother?"
The brothers chuckle while she tenses. She's lost all allies here after she tried to sell our run information to the cartel for money. Now she knows fuck all and is only allowed on club grounds when my parents are here. She's not even allowed to sleep on the grounds because she's not trusted. "I don't think so, sis. Find another way to pay for your drug dealer or the casino you owe because I'm not paying off your debts."
Her face goes red, hating that she's been caught out, while my mother looks at me like I'm the disappointment. I
point at her, "I work my fucking ass off, and you expect me to give my hard-earned money over to your daughter to pay off her debts—that’s she’s currently trying to lie about—and yet you look at me like I'm the disappointment? I don't think so, momma. Why don't you go and ask her father for the money instead? Oh no, wait, you can't because she's burned her bridges with him when she stole his son's Harley and sold it, not realizing it was with a club we were affiliated with. She's also fucking burned him dry. " I shake my head at my mother. "She literally asked you for 10 g's, then changed the amount to me. I'm not her fucking piggy bank, and neither is my father."
My dad and the brother's all nod in agreement.
Mazie isn't his.
Momma cheated when things got too rough in club life. She instantly regretted it and begged for forgiveness. Then she found out she was pregnant. A paternity test proved he wasn't the father, but he stayed by her side while Mazie's father flitted in and out, not able to handle her because of how my mother spoiled her growing up. He has his own family and struggles to finance Mazie's lifestyle, which she wants so badly after my father cut her off when she turned 18 and tried to buy a Ferrari on his card for her then boyfriend. Her dad Ted is a good guy over all; he wasn't aware momma had a man and apologized several times to my dad. He understood, but when she said she was pregnant with me, he was hesitant. There's always going to be a little bit of doubt. He did a paternity test in secret, and I came back his before he told my mother he had one done.
She had no choice but to be understanding, considering he took on another man's child.
My mother looks down in guilt and nods her head in understanding while I shake mine as my sister storms off. I patted my dad's back before heading to Clitters' room. I need relief. I need Meghan, but I still can't find her, so Clitter will have to do.
When I enter, she's already finger-fucking herself, and I grin while removing my cut and hanging it on her door. I take my shirt, jeans, and boxers off after I kick off my boots before I grab a condom from my jeans pocket. She grins wide at me as I sheath myself before I make my way over to her. I grab her hips and flip her over on the pink sheets. I won't fuck missionary anymore unless it's against a wall, just like I don't kiss.
The women have noticed, especially Clitter, but unless she wants to stop this, she keeps her mouth shut.
I slam into her cunt while grabbing the vibrator on her bedside table and slide it into her ass, turning it on. The vibrating through the thin wall feels magical, and I slam into her over and over again.
I look deep into Meghan's eyes as I enter two fingers into her wet pussy, bending them slightly in a come-here motion. She moans, her eyes never losing contact with mine.
I blink, my hips going faster, and the vibrator in my hand going harder in Clitters ass as she moans out in pleasure.
