CHAPTER SEVEN
– KENZ –
I’m not wearing any make-up and threw some oversized clothes on I pulled from Falcon’s closet. I’m definitely walking funny from the way my old man fucked me. Twice, with added oral as an appetizer. The dam definitely broke when it involves Falcon and sex.
It’s hard to believe the man went from zero to obsessed with his dick and putting it inside me. Delicious, hence the walking funny. Another thing that’s hard to believe? The way he’s rough, raw, and demanding while being a virgin. He’s literally a dream come true when it comes to the perfect man. Not to mention, his dick has my name written all over it. Well, technically above it, but my name nonetheless.
The thought of a relationship, of a man controlling aspects of my life, is still suffocating…yet letting go of Falcon, knowing I’m the only woman he’s touched? Jealousy is a green monster making me see red. Without any guilt I could go on a killing spree with one of Falcon’s knives and cut the throats of any bitch who would so much as dare to touch him.
Shit. What the hell is happening to me?
There’s no time to think about my mental ramblings when I come face-to-face with most of my family standing in the middle of Wisely Dicey’s clubhouse.
“Mom? Dad?” I frown. “I just thought Heath and Hayden were coming over. Why bring the whole family?”
Bran and Dee, their old ladies, both shoot me a grin. I can’t believe they showed up with their women and our parents in tow. Everyone except for my twin sister, Makayla, is here. Makayla is out of the country with her husband, Baton.
He’s a former member of Broken Deeds. My twin is a doctor who likes to volunteer where medical personnel are needed. Both decided to cut ties here and live their own life by helping others.
Hayden glares at me. “Our old ladies wanted to come to see for themselves why you would suddenly have an old man. Dad overheard us discussing it, and he told Ma. Now, care to explain what the fuck happened? ’Cause last I remember you would rather eat a shoe than be caught in a biker’s bed. Not to mention, you went out of town to distance yourself from the brotherhood. Now we hear you’re tied to the same MC as our cousin, Livi? Damn straight we’re all here to find out what the hell is so special about Wisely Dicey that even our cousin, Archer, whips out a contract with the government for. I mean, the fucker never once offered it to Areion Fury MC.”
“Probably because AF MC has always worked with Broken Deeds and you guys are basically woven together through blood,” I mutter and cross my arms in front of my chest to glare at my twin brothers who are standing side-by-side. Raising my voice I grit, “You got enough of an eyeful of Wisely Dicey, and I don’t have to justify any of my actions to you. So, fucking leave already, asshole.”
A large hand covers my hip and slowly slides across my belly to pull me back against a hard body. His thumb slides under my shirt and he slowly strokes my bare skin. Strangely enough, the touch is soothing. Maybe because it’s combined by his silence–duh, he doesn’t speak–but he’s literally showing me he has my back.
Heath’s eyes narrow. “This doesn’t make sense. Kenz is bullheaded and won’t ever change her mind, not about something she’s practically allergic to. Something she avoids like the fucking plague, just like her twin.”
Hayden steps up beside his twin. “Are you trying to make two MCs go head-to-head the way Makayla did after she opened her legs–”
Both my brothers curse when our mother grabs them each by the ear. “Behave or I’ll have your father kick you out of this clubhouse. I won’t have any of my kids disrespecting one of our own. Understood?”
The twins grumble an “understood” in sync.
My mother drops her hands and looks me in the eye when she demands, “Explain why we’re here, Makenzie.”
The way my mother says my full name is probably why I prefer Kenz. Just hearing the full version makes my shoulders hunch, knowing Ma will give me an earful if I don’t tell her the truth.
Bran and Dee, also twins and the old ladies of my twin brothers, chuckle.
It’s Bran who steps forward, points over my shoulder at Falcon, and states, “One look is enough. Besides, Blue, you also read Lynn’s message when she saw the guy. It’s catnip when it involves Kenz. The stuff she reads, him looking like that? Yeah, hence the euphoria and seeming completely at ease with him having her back.”
“Right,” Dee quips. “Plus, he might not talk, but the man is letting her handle shit while supporting her. See how he’s gripping her and how his face is all pinched? He wants to pound a few faces.” Waggling her finger she adds, “Don’t even try, asshole. We’re all very well trained when it comes to fighting.”
“There will be no fighting,” Livi states and comes to a stop next to me.
A sigh rips from me. I might have planned to leave with my brothers today, but this morning changed my plans drastically.
I know my family won’t leave without a solid reason and it’s why I share some of the details. “The moment Bran just mentioned, when Lynn saw Falcon and me in the parking lot of the clubhouse? That was when someone from the cartel saw me and the way Falcon reacted to me. Yesterday a cartel fucker would have succeeded in killing me, if Falcon hadn’t been there to save me. We made a deal, and I’m staying right here until everything is cleared up.”
I feel Falcon’s body going rigid behind me when I voice the last sentence. Heath and Hayden are both wearing a smirk while their old ladies frown. Even my mother is looking confused and sad.
It’s Hayden who makes me realize how my message is coming across when he says, “Fake. I knew there had to be something unreal about all this shit for you to act as you’re claimed as an old lady.”
The way his words hit leaves a bad taste in my mouth. As if I don’t have the respect of his motorcycle club. No knowledge, no meaning, no loyalty. Not the way he and his twin have. That right there is the wall my sister and I have been bouncing off of all our damn lives. We weren’t born with a dick which means we weren’t allowed to wear a leather cut and are, and will always be, standing on the sidelines.
“Go fuck yourself, Hayden,” I snarl. “Unreal is the mindset of your cock which you and Heath have always followed. Fake is the charade of keeping up appearances when it comes to family, to brotherhood. Those who automatically belong, and the ones who are the furniture you walk right by.”
My throat is clogging up and before I break down, I turn and make a quick exit down the hall, the stairs, and into the basement where I enter Falcon’s room to get away from it all. No one understands. Not really.
Everyone in our family has a place and is respected. Siblings tease one another, I fucking get that too. Not only was I born into a motorcycle club with a strong brotherhood, but there’s also fighter’s blood running in our family. Which means everything between us siblings has always felt like a competition.
Unless it involves the club. Heath and Hayden as teenagers have always made it crystal clear that there is no place for me or my twin. Becoming presidents and taking over the MC is their legacy.
I huff out a breath and grab my bag to take out my iPad. Why the hell all of this is hitting me full force is beyond me. I’m more pissed at myself and the way I put the situation into words. Falcon’s reaction made me perfectly aware of how my words hit him.
When he comes down I’ll clear things up. Tapping the screen of my iPad, I open the design I was working on for my client who has an appointment on Monday. My heart feels heavy with everything going on.
A few weeks ago, everything was perfectly fine. Now? Nothing feels right and even the design in front of me looks like crap. My eyes sting and the room becomes blurry. The first sob ripping from me is loud and I throw the iPad on the bed as I turn my face into the pillow. Maybe a good cry is all I need to get these stupid emotions under control.
Minutes pass and after a few hiccups, I drag my ass into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. Feeling somewhat better, I crawl back into bed and grab my iPad to work on the design. What else is there to do while I wait for Falcon to come down to his room?
Except, hours pass while no one comes down. Eventually I fall asleep and wake up to a still empty room.