12. Eagle
EAGLE
Looking down at the little hellcat I couldn’t help but smile, she was nothing like any woman I’d ever met before.
One moment she is tough as nails kicking all our asses, then she passes out in her bed curled into a ball like a harmless adorable kitten.
I brushed her soft pink hair out of her face wanting to see her expression better.
What witchcraft did she use to put me under her spell so fast?
Nothing I did was impulsive. Control was something I craved, needed.
When I didn’t have it, it caused chaos in me and that never went well for people around me.
Forcing myself to leave her when all I wanted to do was wrap myself around her, I turned and headed back downstairs.
“I’m impressed. If a woman asked me if she could give my dick a mouth hug, I don’t think I could have said no and tucked her into bed,” Cognac said from the couch.
I didn’t answer, I just gave him a look telling him to shut up. “That’s why I’m president, I can make the tough calls.” He just laughed turning back to watch his soccer match.
Entering the kitchen I started to figure out what I wanted to make for dinner. It was a rule in the house that we always had dinner together if we didn’t have more pressing matters. Many of the books and things I’ve read and learned showed that sharing a meal built stronger bonds with others.
“Where did Dax wander off to?” Picasso asked, taking a seat at the counter.
“After consuming almost a full bottle of brandy I put her to bed where she is passed out,” I answered as I started washing the ingredients.
I could feel Picasso wanting to say something but was holding back.
Even though he was my little brother he never acted like it, always trying to take care of me.
Out of the two of us, the club members always went to him first and he brought it to my attention if he couldn’t deal with it.
Every leader needed that right hand man and Picasso was it for me, the perfect team.
“Just say it already,” I grumbled.
“Do you really think this can work? You are not known for sharing things, how can you share a woman with four other people?” Picasso asked.
Not wanting to see the look I knew was on his face I just kept chopping up the vegetables. “Look I can’t explain it but there is something about her that I can’t accept the idea of her leaving.”
“Eagle you have known her not even a full day, how can you say shit like that?”
Slamming down the knife I turned to him, “We’ve been stalking that woman for months. Every one of us knows more about that woman than we do our own mother at this point. Before I even set eyes on her I knew I needed to meet her, she was too perfect to let pass out of my life.”
“You know this sounds crazy right, I love you brother but this is borderline mental.”
“I know,” I bellowed at him glad I didn’t have the knife in my hand. Not that I would hurt him but something would feel my wrath for all the chaos inside me.
Picasso’s face hardened as he leaned over the counter and grabbed my shoulders.
“You don’t get to fucking yell at me Eagle, we are not like that to each other.
Just because you don’t like that I’m telling you the truth, that you don’t want to hear doesn’t give you that right.
I’m your vice president, your brother, and I’m always in your fucking corner, always. ”
I sagged, he was right. “I can’t let her go without trying. If it doesn’t work we’ll just stick with the original plan and I promise I will accept it.”
“Know that I’ll make you keep your word Eagle,” Picasso said then let go of me and left the kitchen to head to his space in the garage off the side of the house.
Mind full of thoughts I started working on dinner again knowing it was the best way to calm myself down. We were going to have enough to feed the whole club but it was better than me killing someone.
“Hey pres,” Sprocket’s soft voice said, drawing me back to the present.
Seeing he had my attention he continued.
“You were right she did go through all of our rooms but we didn’t have much to find.
Cognac left his notebook but the information in there from what I saw wasn’t anything she couldn’t have figured out easily with time. ”
“Do we know where Kimber ran off too?” I asked, not liking that she vanished after her meeting with Dax.
“No, but I don’t think Two Tricks has her if that’s what you're worried about. Can’t believe that bitch had us thinking her and Dax were tight.”
“Dax’s brother was a Blackjax, married to the president’s daughter, one of the only people to survive Two Tricks’ take over. Guess we all assumed that Dax saved her because she was family.” I mused.
Sprocket leaned against the counter chewing hit thumb nails. “What if it was her last act as her being family. Dax could have asked for her to be spared but then disowned her after the fact.”
“Sounds reasonable to me, guess we’ll have to wait and see who will tell us the story first.” I said with a grin hoping it would be Kimber so I could show her how wrong it was to fuck with the Phantom Saints.