29. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Jokester
I bounce my left leg as I look around the common room, eyeing the brothers chatting away with a beer in hand, littered everywhere while clubwhores try to get their attention but fail.
That might be because it’s only three in the afternoon, meaning day clothes only. They prefer to walk around in skimpy clothes or even nude to catch a brother’s attention which most times works, but while it’s still early, jeans and T-shirts are a must.
Or it could be because there’s a certain matter to go over – my returning to the club.
I feel out of sorts here, or maybe it’s because Essy is currently at my apartment with Aiden and Cody, and I’m not with her.
“You know Cody won’t try to hit on her now that he’s single, right? If that is what you are worried about.” Acid says as he takes in my jitters, and I chuckle and pick my beer up.
I reply, “One, I’m the one who called him to stay with Essy and Aiden. I can’t have them alone because it’s only been two days since she finally had her breakdown, and two, while yes, the fucker loves her, he knows he blew his chance years ago. She doesn’t feel the same way, and his ex was crazy, so he had to end things with her.”
Acid hums and states, “Setting all his clothes on fire because he allowed Essy to use his phone when she was away so she can have some breathing space and then trashing his apartment all because he was caring for Aiden while Adam was in the hospital with his daughter was definitely extreme.”
I nod and mumble, “Yeah, she made the clubwhores look normal.”
He laughs, not denying my words, knowing they are true when I catch Candy’s eye, my old main fuck, and I shiver in disgust as she bites her bottom lip while rubbing her thighs together, trying to look hot when she really isn’t.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty and all, but the girl has a wet spot on her crotch for fuck’s sake proving she’s fucked someone not long ago and instead of washing, she’s left it, most likely hoping to get pregnant but knowing the brothers, whoever she fucked most likely can’t have kids because no brother is stupid to go bare otherwise...
What the fuck was I thinking touching that?
Oh yeah, I lost years of fucking around being celibate to a girl I didn’t touch or even want for my president.
I shake my head as she tries to squish her tits together to entice me, and I look away from her. She knows I’m taken, the whole fucking club does, so she’s pushing her luck. If I return to the club grounds, Essy will accompany me, and I won’t make her uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry about Candy. Butcher will put everyone in their place in a moment. We all want you back on club grounds,” Acid says, noticing the clubwhore’s actions, and I sigh.
I know they want me back, fuck Bethany is currently living in a hostel with a prospect following her every day so I don’t kill her, an urge I don’t believe will ever disappear, but I just don’t know if I can feel comfortable here anymore.
Six months away from the club is a long time to get complacent with my new life.
“I can’t have that behavior around Essy, brother,” I admit.
He groans, “Fuck’s sake, surely she knows you’re hers by now to just overlook it? We want you home, I fucking need you home especially before the end of the month otherwise I have to wear a fucking bright yellow bikini for two days including on a club run.”
I look at him and smirk, “Good to know,” making him groan before I admit, “It’s more like Essy will hit any woman over the head with a metal tray and cause an all-out war with the clubwhores if they try and touch me.”
He pauses for a moment and thinks before he winces, nods, and opens his mouth to say something but pauses when Butcher shouts, “Brothers,” getting all of our attention while his is on me.
And here we go…
“Today we’re here to convince our brother, Jokester, to come home,” he says and looks around the room before locking eyes with me again and states, “While yes, he’s wearing his cut, he’s willing to partake in some club business, and he’s sitting in this room, but that isn’t enough, is it?”
“No!” the brothers shout in unison while the clubwhores eye me up like a piece of meat.
Fuck’s sake I can already picture my girl, heavily pregnant beating them up.
“I fucked up,” Butcher says, and we lock eyes. He continues, “I’ve done everything I can to convince you to come home, including kicking my own daughter out, and I know how hard it was for you not to kill her, and I am grateful for that. For your loyalty to me, to Bullet in keeping her alive but despite her behavior, she’s still my daughter and I chose you,” he sighs, “You have proven time and time again since you were just a boy how much this club means to you and instead of continuing to be the man you used to look up to, I lost your trust. Now, I’m asking you to allow me to win it back, not just for the bond we share as non-blood uncle and nephew but for your family, our family. Let us all prove we have your back and your family’s back.”
I tilt my head and ask, "What about the clubwhores?”
Said clubwhores freeze, not understanding my statement, but Butcher does, and so does Bullet as he declares, “Jokester is taken. He has an old lady who is carrying his child,” the women gasp while Candy drops her head. He continues, “He has been with her for over six months, so this isn’t one of those trapping scenarios. This is him being madly in love, and any clubwhore who tries to cause Essy any shit whatsoever will be out on their ass. Do I make myself clear?”
The women nod before Bullet looks at Candy, and her eyes tear up, but she also nods.
I roll my eyes at her fake tears. I’ve heard all about her sex escapades with several brothers and other clubwhores. She wants attention, but she’s not going to get it.
Fuck, I barely saw her in the time I was gone, only the odd sightings across town.
Butcher speaks again, gaining my attention as he says, “I’m not going to keep apologizing for what I forced you to do. Instead, I want to prove how much we want you here and prove you can trust me again. Starting with that, Bethany will no longer be allowed on club grounds or any club property, and while she is still in town, a prospect will follow her,” we lock eyes, and he promises, “I’ll never let my daughter hurt you or your girl again.”
He holds up a cut and shows me the back first. The property of Jokester is looking back at me, and I tense until he turns it around, and I see my girl's nickname, Angel , on the breast pocket.
Fuck me…
“Give this to your girl and come home Jokester,” he rasps and everyone looks at me with apprehension, all while I look at her name on my patch and notice how right it looks.
“Hey fucker, how was she?” I ask Cody as I walk into the apartment, and he stands, grabbing his coat.
“She was a little nervous when you left but otherwise okay,” he replies, then nods to the hallway, “She’s now bathing Aiden before she gets him ready for bed. Adam called, he’s asked her to watch him tonight so he can spend the night with his girl.”
I grin, “I bet Essy cringed at that?”
He laughs but admits, “Half cringed, half squealed, she’s thinks he’ll test her soon by meeting her and Aiden,” and I chuckle. He sighs as he looks down the hallway hearing giggles then looks back at me and says, “I know you know how I feel about her. I just thank you for not making her choose.”
I half smile and reply, “Fucker, you are her best friend, and honestly, you’ve become mine as well. You loving her just means she will always be looked out for. I just hope it doesn’t hurt you in the long run, she’s carrying my baby, and she will wear my ring on her finger.”
He nods, happiness for us shining back at me as he admits, “And I’m so fucking excited to be the best uncle, fighting Bullet for that spot anyway, and it doesn’t hurt because she’s happy, and that is all that matters.”
“Happy? You sure about that? Bethany attacked her because of me,” I say reluctantly, words I’ve thought, words I have dreaded, and he snorts.
“That shit was not on you, and Ess will have your balls if she hears you blaming yourself. That bitch thought she was untouchable, so get your head outta your ass and help your girl bathe her little brother you lucky fucker, and give her that,” he states as he nods to my hand. I chuckle and hug him before he walks past me, mumbling, “Thanks,” before patting his back, and he replies, “Anytime, now go make her yours,” then walks around me, and heads out.
As soon as the door shuts, squeals hit my ears, making me smile. I removed my cut, and as if on instinct, I put it on the counter before I look at Essy’s.
I didn’t give them an answer, which is something they really wanted, but I said I’d think about it and took the cut.
I need to speak to my girl first….
Sighing, I grip the cut in my hand and head to the hallway, my footsteps following the squeals and my girl's giggles, giggles I didn’t think she’d be able to do after everything, giggles that are fucking music to my ears.
“Fuck, I could get used to this,” I mumble and round the door to the sight before me.
My girl has the biggest grin on her face I have ever seen, and everything in me melts as I grip the cut in my hand.
“Dam,” Aiden cheers, noticing me and I grin before I lock eyes with Essy. As she looks my way, her eyes soften.
“How’d it go?” she asks as Aiden throws his bath ball.
I swallow and hold the cut up in my hand, opening it so she can see her nickname on the left side. I say, “I can’t go back to the club and live on their land without you, angel.” Tears fill her eyes, and I rasp, “So what do you say, Essy? Will you be my old lady and move in with me?”