Chapter 3
Dirty
I try my hardest not to laugh at the scowl on Slicer’s face, the pink bedazzled cut glaring in the sun. The little diamond drops of white from the several dicks made of jewels making it even funnier, while Flame looks guilty as shit, and I bite my fist as my shoulders shake.
Fucking hell, he looks stupid, and I mean, really fucking stupid, and the fact that Dagger, his own VP, looks ready to piss himself laughing makes it even harder to keep it in.
The Untamed brothers are our allies who either bring shit loads of drugs, something I didn’t use to dabble in until now, guns, and cash for the cartel who none of us used to get on with.
We finally came to an agreement that more money could be made if we worked together, and we would take the shit to them, or we bring drugs and guns to our affiliated MC’s for them to distribute, which is what we did today.
They are our friends, our family, and their fucking women who they chose are coo-coo crazy, and not one brother here right now would want to be in their shoes.
The fact that Doc's old lady is best friends with those women makes us really uneasy.
“How in fuck did Star ruin the wrong cut?” Doc asks, laughter lacing his voice, and I let out a snort through my fist and quickly bite down harder on it at the look Slicer gives me, though I know my face is turning red right now trying to keep this shit in.
Out of all the brothers in the Untamed Hell Fire’s MC, Slicer is the only one who didn’t mess up and hurt his woman like all the others.
He had a one-night stand, but knew he was going to claim Meghan despite just meeting her, only for a jealous waitress to lie to Meghan, who walked away before Slicer woke the next morning.
The sweetheart found out she was pregnant and tried everything to contact Slicer—not for his cut or to get him to claim her, but so he could be part of his daughter's life. She called all the MCs, including ours, to check if he belonged.
Unfortunately, at the time we didn’t know his legal name, fuck, only brothers in the same club knew the legal names of their brothers. It was something brothers decided was a good idea if the law ever sniffed around years ago—something we’ve now vetoed for obvious reasons.
When Meghan transferred into their area to work as a doctor, she contacted the Untamed.
A clubwhore answered, knew Slicer’s legal name, and lied causing Slicer to miss an extra year of his daughter’s life.
Even when she found Slicer, she insisted they would be only friends, that her daughter needed her father’s sole attention.
He wanted both of his girls, though, Meghan kept her walls up and he had a fight on his hands, but, to be fair, the idiot was screwing the clubwhore who lied—right up against the church doors at Dagger’s wedding, Meghan being Mel’s maid of honor.
They’ve been through hell before they finally got their happily ever after, so to speak.
We Rebels helped get rid of Meg’s parents, who lived in the area and belonged to a sick cult that groomed kids so men in their forties could marry them at the grand old age of ten, some earlier if they’re impatient.
Those sick fucks tried selling their daughter, Lilah, to a forty-something old who was supposed to have Meg.
She ruined their plans by getting pregnant and that was Meg’s punishment from her parents.
Since her parents were gone and the clubwhore, or sweetbutt as the Untamed calls them is out of the picture, Meg and Slicer have grown together and now they're happily married with more kids and the man treats Meg like a queen. In short, he definitely isn’t worthy of the bedazzled dick cut right now.
Flame, though—yeah, he probably did something to piss off Star, his best friend, turned old lady, the guilty look he currently has proof of that, fuck, he’s even trying not to look at his brother.
“I uh, accidentally or maybe purposely put my cut underneath his when we were working out because I knew I pissed her off and didn’t want her to fuck with it after hearing Annie gloat about Star’s plans,” Flame mumbles and my laughter bursts out at his sheepish look when Slicer glares.
Holy shit, that’s honestly the best idea Flame’s ever had but knowing his woman, she’s probably tearing through something he cares about as we speak and anxiety knots in my chest thinking about what she might be destroying.
I would fucking hate to be in his shoes.
“You fucker, you ruined her painting when you knocked it over—a painting she wanted to surprise you with, but no, you had to peek, didn't you?! You should've just apologized,” Slicer growls and Flame winces as I laugh louder, unable to hold it in.
Damn, am I glad I never settled down.
Flame scowls at me before muttering, “Just wait until you finally fall, brother,” and I instantly stop laughing while my brothers piss themselves at my instant reaction like fuckers.
There is no fucking way I’ll meet someone.
“Oh hell no, never going to happen,” I instantly admit, and Doc chuckles.
“I said the same thing and look at me now,” he reminds me, then nods towards Anchor, “Look at that fucker and Stone, Tank, and don’t get me started on Trigger, fuck, I’d bet my fucking Harley even Ace will fall as well.”
“Trigger doesn’t count, the idiot claimed Ash when they were kids,” I retort, and just when I’m about to tell him Ace would rather burn his Harley than fall for someone, Trigger who was overseeing the prospects do their job and I didn’t see walk over to us, jumps in, “But I also fucked up and have to work every single day to ensure I don’t lose my wife again. ”
Shit.
I swallow hard as the shadow darkens his face, pain etched deep for what he did to that perfect woman.
He doesn’t talk much about what he did, doesn’t like to be reminded, but when he does, you can see the love he holds for his wife, her hurt consuming him, despite the fact that they're happy now, working on their marriage.
“How is Ashley?” Dagger asks with sincerity, and Trigger smiles softly.
“She’s good, loving the veterinary practice, especially working with Brit, threatening to bring animals home, which I have told her, if that is what she wants, then right on.
She’s slowly learning to forgive me every single day.
There will be times she’ll doubt herself, doubt us, but I try to make sure to squash those thoughts.
I ensure to answer her calls instantly if she calls, even while on a run, and I know things will never be the same because of me, but I can sure as fuck try to make everything even better.
I was an idiot, I was selfish and I’ll never take her for granted again, her or our kids,” he admits before looking at me, “When you know, it will knock you on your ass or as in my case, scare the living shit outta you. You have all of us brothers, and we will step in to make sure you don’t make our mistakes if we see you’re going down our routes. ”
“I won’t need that, brother, because I won’t be falling for anyone,” I say softly, hoping he doesn’t go back in on himself.
Ever since he found out about Ash, he’s struggled mentally—something he admits is selfish, since it was Ashley who went through the ordeal.
She coped with a miscarriage and found out her husband had an affair.
Even if he didn’t screw the bitch daily as we thought, he still dipped his stick inside her.
Bringing it up fucks him up a little and I don’t want him to go downhill again.
Ash and their kids don’t deserve that, and honestly, a small part of me knows he doesn’t either. He’s punished himself enough.
“If that is so, then why won’t you meet Caleb's teacher?” Doc asks with a smirk, and I still, my body tensing.
Son of a…
“Wait, what teacher?” Slicer asks, his cut momentarily forgotten, and I glare at Doc, who I really fucking wish had a shift at the hospital today instead of being here, to keep his mouth shut.
He answers ignoring my glare, “Caleb's second-grade teacher, whose class he chose to be in and his father hasn’t met yet.”
Slicer raises a brow my way but I just shake my head as Trigger decides to dig into my misery, “She’s only been at the school for a few months and all of us brothers have basically met her and think she’s fucking awesome but idiot here,” he points his thumb my way, “refuses to meet her after Caleb mentioned how amazing it would be if he and Ms. Robins got together. Then Lyra, Ms. Robins’s cute little girl could be his sister and he would always protect them because apparently Lyra doesn’t have a daddy. ”
Okay, so Lyra is a fucking cutie, I’ll give him that much.
I’ve met her a couple of times, and I swear she’s the cutest kid around with her icy blue eyes that suck you in and make it hard to say no to her.
If she asked me for a puppy, I’d probably give in instantly, but that doesn’t mean I need to meet her mama, though.
The brothers all grin my way, and instantly, I’m on the defensive.
I say, “I’m telling Ash you said you didn’t like her cooking last night,” getting back at the dick, who grumbles, “Low blow, brother,” and I smirk as he complains, “She’s tried to perfect that spicy chicken for two weeks.
Pretty sure she put in three whole chili peppers last night.
My ass was on fire all night, and I’m starting to think she’s doing it on purpose. ”
The brothers laugh while Dagger raises a dark brow my way, and I know he’s about to give me a grilling.
“You know you have to meet your son's teacher eventually, right?” he says, but I just shake my head.
“No, I don’t. Dad can do conferences and if Lyra is having a playdate, Dad picks her up, or her uncle, or whatever he is to her, drops her off and picks her up again.
I don’t need my son getting the wrong idea,” I admit, and Dagger smirks, but I ignore the look and the pinch in my stomach at the thought of the guy who is continuously doing the errands where Lyra and Caleb are concerned for their playdates, a pinch I don’t fucking understand.
“How uh, how do you feel when Lyra is around?” Trigger asks out of the blue, and I frown at him.
What the fuck?
"Brother, that sounds really fucking bad,” I state, glad Thunder isn’t here, because who knows what that idiot would say.
Trigger shakes his head, “You know that isn’t what I meant!”
“Not the point, you should have Ash help you reword shit,” I say, and he rolls his eyes and demands, “Answer the damn question!”
I sigh, “She’s sweet, and I have the urge to protect her.”
And I do. She has admitted to me that she doesn’t have a daddy, and I have the urge to protect her, to make sure no one hurts her. I feel like she belongs to me and not in that creepy kind of way, but like she’s my kid which is really fucking weird and another reason why I refuse to meet her mama.
Trigger grins wide, and I just shake my head at the idiot as my phone rings, and I mutter, “Saved by the fucking bell,” making the brothers scowl, but they soon laugh when I grumble, “Or not, it’s Dad.”
For weeks, he’s been trying to get me to the school, and normally, I’m all for whatever dad needs me to do, but this one is a big fat no.
Sighing, I give the finger to the brothers as I answer, “Dad, is Caleb okay?” as I walk over to my Harley, the brothers' laughter following me.
“Yeah, he’s good, he somehow managed to convince Ms. Robins and me to allow Lyra to come over for dinner tonight. The girl is so fucking sweet, and I nearly gave in and let her on my bike, but your mama reminded me her mama would have my balls.”
I smile slightly at that. Lyra really wants a ride on a Harley, but it’s not our place.
“Sounds about right. So what’s up then if you called?” I change the subject, but unfortunately, it wasn’t really changed, as Dad states, “Caleb’s school dance next week, he wants you on the chaperone list to supervise.”
What a fucking shocker.
“It’s a no,” I instantly state, and Dad sighs, “Alex…” But his words are cut short when Doc announces, “We’re rolling out!”
“Look, I’ve got to go, tell Caleb I can’t, I’m fully booked at the garage and that I’ll see him in the morning,” I quickly say, and Dad huffs, but I hang up before he can try and talk me into it and put my phone away as I climb on my Harley and start it, trying not to feel guilty.
It’s for the best, I know it is, because Caleb will get ideas in his head, and I won’t have him hurt because he took things the wrong way.