Chapter 19 #2
Ledger must have snitched about how he now knew Zeke was his father. Yeah, that was about to bite him in the fucking ass. But it had needed to be done, so the fallout would be worth it.
Though, he was questioning that right now.
He stopped and waited for her to come to him since she looked like she was on a damn mission.
He heard Rage grunt loudly from near the bar. He was probably conflicted on whether he should step-in to protect his prez or let Kyra get in a few good verbal licks first for entertainment purposes.
Asshole.
When she reached him, the first thing she did was poke him hard in the chest and say, “You weren’t supposed to tell him! We were! But only once I said the time was right.”
He hardly felt the jab due to wearing his leather cut, but at least it was a finger and not a damn blade. That would’ve sucked.
Zeke kept his voice low because all eyes—and there were a fuck-ton of them—were pointed their way. “Wanna do this right fuckin’ now, Ky? In front of everyone?”
“Why the hell not? You told Ledger without me even being there, Zeke!”
“Kid’s mine, babe. I get to make decisions about him, too.”
A flurry of voices rose up around them. Along with some chuckles.
“What kid?”
“Is that Kyra?”
“When the fuck she get back?”
“What’s goin’ on?”
“Does Trouble have a kid? Holy fuck.”
“This should be fuckin’ good.”
Zeke didn’t know who was saying what and the fuck if he cared. The only person he needed to worry about was standing right in front of him like a pissed-off hellcat.
With narrowed eyes, she then turned her head to call out, “Hey, Bunny, how are your knees holding up?”
For fuck’s sake.
Icy blue eyes sliced back toward him. “Guess you had a good reason to keep her around.”
Whether she believed it or not… “She didn’t do nothin’ wrong, Ky.”
Bunny was a sweet butt and did what sweet butts do: took care of him and his brothers. Not only by fucking and sucking, but doing other shit like cleaning and laundry.
They were there for convenience, and whatever they were asked to do, they did it if they wanted to remain a part of the club.
What did they get in return? As much sex as they wanted without judgement, long as it was with one of the patched brothers, along with food, booze, and anything else they might need. In the past, the club had helped out the most loyal ones with rent, car payments, and even childcare.
No matter what, they were fucking taken care of. If they didn’t like the life, nobody was keeping them there. Most stuck around for years.
“You’re right, you did. But you keeping her around shows you never cared about cheating on me,” she snapped.
He sighed.
Being best friends with Vi, Kyra had been around the Angels long enough—long before she and him ever hooked up—that she knew how the club dynamics worked. None of it should’ve been a surprise.
“Said I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout this shit here. You wanna go somewhere more private, we can head upstairs.” Where there weren’t so many fuckers sticking their noses in their business.
“Why? So, you can try to talk me out of my clothes again? Find someone else to fuck.”
He didn’t have to try very hard to get her out of her clothes last time. But the fuck if he was reminding her of that. He’d like to keep his nuts swinging free between his legs and not have them jammed so deeply into his body cavity they’d need to be surgically removed.
“Want me to find someone else to fuck? Great,” he muttered, then left her where she stood and grabbed the arm of the nearest sweet butt—which, thank fuck, wasn’t Bunny—and dragged her toward the stairs to the second floor.
He heard raised voices behind him all blending together.
Again, he had no idea who said what. Could be his brothers, some ol’ ladies, even the rest of the club girls.
But, again, he didn’t give a shit what anyone had to say.
He was too hyper-focused on making a fucking point due to his rising blood pressure.
She needed to stop obsessing over his past mistake and concentrate on dealing with their future…Ledger.
When he got to the stairway, he stared at the sweet butt without seeing her. He freed whoever he’d grabbed without even caring who it was.
When Bubbles pushed past him, her words barely penetrated his brain. “I’ll go up and wait for you.”
Zeke closed his eyes and heard her heels clicking up the stairs as she climbed.
He considered his options. He could follow the sweet butt to his room and get fucked thoroughly. Or he could stop being a stupid fuck, deal with Kyra’s drama now, and not make it a fuck of a lot worse.
Something he was a pro at.
Goddamn it. He didn’t need to fight fire with fire all the fucking time.
He sucked air in through his flared nostrils, opened his eyes, and twisted his head to do the more responsible thing.
Only, the floor was empty where Kyra previously stood.
She was gone.
Fuck.
He turned and his gaze sliced over everyone in the large common area.
Yep, she was fucking gone and everyone else stared at him, either with amusement, pity, or complete confusion.
He set his jaw.
A second later, Zane went shoulder to shoulder with him, also facing away from the rest of the clubhouse occupants to say quietly, “She left, brother.”
Zeke unlocked his jaws enough to say, “Good.”
“Your face says otherwise,” he whispered. “Might wanna get that under control, brother.”
Wheels came out of nowhere and bumped shoulders with Zeke, saying loud enough for everyone else to hear, “Bitches, amiright?” Of course, he was quoting shit Zeke had said too often in the past, especially when he couldn’t understand women.
Which, basically, was all the fucking time.
Maybe his cousin was only trying to help Zeke save face with the nosy-as-fuck onlookers, but that was the last thing he needed to hear. It also wasn’t going to help him with Ky.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” he growled.
As he strode through the clubhouse toward the back door, he recognized Wheels’s chuckle.
Fuck him.
Fuck her.
Fuck everyone.