Chapter Seventeen
Grim
Somehow I end up downstairs in the bar with all my other brothers as we glower toward our rooms.
“I still don't understand why we couldn't at least sit in some chairs in the room. I have had no time to spend with my Angel in forever. Don't get me wrong, I love my baby girl. Jett is the absolute best thing to ever happen to me, but finding alone time with my woman is fucking hard these days,” Hitter grumbles.
“That's a fucking fact. Grim, I hope you have better luck finding some alone time when your baby comes. Which reminds me, how is the house coming along? I know Jade is not very close to her due date, but that shit comes fast, brother,” Swift asks, taking a pull from his beer. I sigh, taking my own swig before replying.
“It’s coming along. I wish I could start it sooner, but I know the club rules. I’m just not sure they will finish it before the due date.” I run my hand through my hair, pulling it a bit.
I’m trying not to stress about it, but I feel like there's a delay every time I turn around. First, it was with the work crew. We had to hire a completely different construction company because of some licensing issues. Then there was a delay on some materials and problems with the shipping. Hell, Comp and Sunny have been waiting on some bathroom tiles for three months now, and they still haven't gotten here.
“I actually wanted to bring that up,” Loki says, scraping his knife across the scratched-up bar table. “I think we should nix that rule. It's stupid for our patched-in brothers not to have a house of their own if they plan to live here in the compound. We have all had to rush our houses to get ready for our women cause we waited too damn long. There are still a few single guys. I think they should be able to pick a spot and start the building on their place when they are a trusted patched-in member.”
Swift looks at Loki before looking around the table and shrugging.
“I don't think that’s such a bad idea. The rule was only so prospects wouldn't get ahead of themselves and try to claim land that wasn't theirs. If the patched-in members want to start building, I don't have a problem with it. Do any of you see a problem?” he asks the rest of the club officers. We all shake our heads, all agreeing we should be able to build here when we are ready to put down roots.
“So,” Comp drawls, looking back at the room our women are in. “How long are we going to give them before we barge in and break up whatever scheming they are coming up with?”
“Well, the kids are already down for the night. They wanted to build a fort treehouse in the playroom and stay there. The women helped them build it after Becky left. They should be out cold now. I’m ready to get my woman under me right this fucking minute,” Swift comments.
“I’ve had plans for my pet all day. I’m pretty sure she’s torturing me on purpose to make it all the sweeter,” Loki says, smiling devilishly down at his phone.
“Fuck, I don't even want to know what Halle is texting you right now,” Hitter grumbles.
“It's nothing too bad. Just that she wants to pin me to her murder wall, use my blades to mark me, then fuck me into oblivion.” Loki shrugs.
“Fuck, dude. I said I didn't want to know,” Hitter groans. “That is not an image I want to think about.”
I chuckle because that is vanilla shit is nothing compared to what we’ve walked in on.
“Comp, have you heard from your cousin Bash?” Swift asks.
“Yeah, after handing over the info and evidence I could find, they were able to get him released. He headed back to his MC, but he’s taking off on a ride all over the country. Doesn't know where he’s going or for how long, but he promised to stop by and see us,” Comp says with a small smile.
I know he’s excited to see his cousin. They were so close growing up and after everything that happened to Comp, it changed their lives forever. They probably would have grown up to have the standard wife, house with a picket fence, two and a half kids, and that normal boring ass life. Instead, they both joined a motorcycle club. While I’ve heard Bash’s club might not be into the hard shit, I know they aren't necessarily on the right side of the law. Basically, like our club, but I don't know if their clubs' standards or moral compasses point in the same direction. I’ve come to the conclusion I’m ready to go a bit more straight. I hate leaving my women when I have to go on runs for the club. I hate knowing she could be in danger when I’m not here.
Then I really start to think about it, though, and I wouldn't have my club or brothers any other way. We may not do everything by the book, but we aren't bad people. We take up for those who can’t take up for themselves. We save people and try to protect each other as best as possible. We are a family, and no matter what any law book says, we don't just kill to kill. We always have a damn good reason.
“I’m glad you could finally get him out, and we can't wait to see him again. It's been what, almost six years since he’s visited?” Swift asks.
“Yup, six long fucking years. I can't wait to see him either. I might take Sunny and Paisley to visit with my parents when he gets out this way. If he stops by our hometown on his way to freedom,” Comp chuckles.
“Your parents will love that. I know they are missing the girls,” Hitter says. We all look at Loki, who is glowering down at his phone. As I’m about to ask why he looks like he is about to go off the deep end, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out but I notice all the men’s phones are chiming, and we pull them out one by one to see who it is.
Clover: I’m not wearing any panties
“What the fuck?” Hitter says as we all stand as one. I look up and make eye contact with my brothers. This is too suspicious. We all received a text at the same time. One that makes us all look like we are about to lose our minds. Yeah, the women are definitely up to something.
“Did you all get a dirty text from your women?” I ask the table.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Sure fucking did.”
“She better not be touching my pussy.” That one is coming from Loki. We all look around at each other.
“I think they are trying to drive us crazy. How do you guys want to play this?” I ask, raising a brow.
“There has to be a competition or some kind of motive going on here. I say we wait it out. See what their next step is,” Comp, always the level-headed one, says.
We all think about it for a minute before agreeing. Well, all except Loki. He grumbles until we force him back into his chair.
“Place your phones in the middle of the table. Let’s see what happens,” I say. It doesn't take five minutes for each of our phones to light up one by one. I pick mine up and read it.
Clover: I’m all wet and needy for you. Do you not want this pussy anymore?
“Fuck it,” I say, along with all the other men. I try to rush around the table before the other brothers can get in front of me. I need my woman now, and I might kill whoever gets in my way.
We are battling each other as we make our way down the hall to my room. Swift is on Hitter's back. He’s got him in a choke hold, but it's not slowing him down. Loki is trying to dead leg Comp, who has a lead on us all, and I stick my foot out, causing Loki to stumble. He growls before tackling me around the waist. We are right in front of my bedroom door, but none of us can reach the handle because we are in some weird, fighting dog pile.
“My phone went off first fuckers. That means that I should get to go in first,” Comp complains.
“It's my fucking room. I should be able to go in first,” I yell, feeling my face get shoved to the floor.
“I’m the President of this fucking club. That means I should be able to go in first,” Swift grumps, taking a fist to the stomach.
“No offense, Prez, but when it comes to my woman, fuck off,” Hitter says, trying to roll away from Loki.
“I swear I’m going to castrate each one of you fuckers if you dont…” Loki starts, but we all freeze when we hear the laughter.
All the women are standing in the doorway, watching us fight.
“Told you they wouldn't be able to resist for long,” Halle says, smirking.
“Ohhh….. You are all about to have a red ass. Men, get them!” Swift says, and as one, we get off the floor and rush the women.
The women laugh and try to scramble away, but we are too quick. One by one, the men grab their women and head out the door.
“That went better than we thought it would. The sight of all of you rolling around the hall will be one of my favorite memories ever,” Jade says, chuckling.
“I’m glad you got to have your fun. Now it's my turn. You’re going to pay for messing with me, Clover.”
And she does. She pays me in her orgasms all night long.