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I fucking hate him. Hearing the noise his chopper makes when he pulls up pulls me out of my reverie. He looks so cocky with that steel thrumming between his legs. Like he owns the goddamned clubhouse or something.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting out in the cool night air, minding my own business, and now this mother fucker has ruined my night. I ignore him as he dismounts. All six feet of hardened muscle, smelling like sweat, beckoning me to jump him. I’m a foot shorter than him, so when he looks down at me and growls, the heat that pools between my legs pisses me off more than the fact that I know I’m going to jump in his arms and fuck him without abandon.
But make no mistake, I still fucking hate him.
ChapterOne
Tracker
Pulling up to the old building, we all parked our bikes across the street from the prison. Deakin, our President, had just finished serving time for unlawful possession of a firearm in the first degree, which is a class B felony, so he was sentenced to five years in the Penitentiary. Today, he was getting released on parole.
Jezzy, his Old Lady, rode in the van with the two prospects, while six of us revved our engines on our steel. We weren’t taking any precautions that rival gangs may try to take a hit out on Deakin when he was released.
The rickety metal gate with the barbed wire around it was supposed to act as a deterrent to keep the prisoners from breaking out. Well, that and the four guard towers that were manned with trained snipers holding long range rifles.
Deakin, however, never once thought of breaking out. While he was a mean son-of-a-bitch who loved to instigate fights, we had a couple of brothers on the inside who were lifers for murder and they kept him protected.
We watched people walking out one by one with their rucksacks being released. When he finally appeared, I knew by his cocky walk it was him. He slid the hood of his sweater off of his head and smiled at all of us.
I was an enforcer for our club. While I was on alert right now, I had a couple of minutes of reprieve. He was still behind the barbed wire fence. He was still being protected by the guards. Once that clang of the gate started was when my job came into play.
The groaning of the metal was almost like agame onsound. We all flanked him, shoving him between us. He tried to wriggle away from us.
“For fuck’s sake, is this really necessary?” he fumed.
“This or your funeral. You pick.”
He glared at me, but knew if I said it, it was true.
We shuffled to the van. Jezzy got out, pecked him on the lips, then climbed into the back. Deakin started to climb into the passenger seat before I stopped him. “Back seat, Prez.”
“This is fucking stupid. I’m not fucking hiding from anyone.”
“Of course not,” I grumble, needing him to think we were doing this for him, “but your boy sure has missed you and he is in the back with your Old Lady.”
“Devon? He’s here?” Deakin almost sounded like a loving dad–almost.
“In the back of the van. Jezzy thought you might want to spend some time with him before you get to the clubhouse and have business.”
Devon nodded. Without another question, he climbed into the back. I think I stood there for a minute in shock. He may actually love the kid. Who knew?
Devon’s mother was a crow-eater, a club whore. When Deakin found out she was pregnant, the girl thought she’d be upgraded to Old Lady. That didn’t happen.
Deakin believed Old Ladies were only a distraction. His creed was his club, and his brothers. They were the only family he cared about. Women were good for pussy only. Anything else, they distracted from the cause.
So when she delivered Devon, she wanted to leave the club life. Deakin was fine with her leaving, but no son of his would be raised outside of the club. She realized she could never be safe if she tried to flee, so she tearfully signed her rights away.
Deakin, however, had no desire to raise a child. Jezzy stepped in when she simply got tired of not sleeping. It was then that she fell in love with the child. She knew she wasn’t ever going to be a replacement for his mother, but she could at least give him the love he needed.
Jezzy coming out in the middle of the night during a party where one of the crow eaters had just sucked his cock, and standing in the middle of the floor saying, “shut the fuck up every one of you. I’ve just gotten that little tyke to sleep. You wake him up, you are on baby duty.” She turned around to look Deakin in the eye. “That includes you too.”
Apparently because she had the balls to put him in his place that night, or because she took on the caregivers duties of Devon, he asked her to be his Old Lady.
She reluctantly agreed. We all knew it was because of the kid, not because of how he treated her. He was a dick to everyone.
Devon was four when his father was picked up. He was now ten and very curious about being a member.
Now that Deakin was tucked away in the van and out of sight, we could head back to the clubhouse. Having two in front, two in back, and one on each side, the van was well protected. The prospects, Jezzy, and Deakin could protect themselves as well. I wanted to take the boy and teach him to shoot, but Jezzy put her foot down.
