CHAPTER SEVEN
Ky
Throwing back my second shot of whiskey, the music vibrating through my body as I watch Ink doing body shots off Pinky’s toned stomach on the pool table, one of the newer sweet butts. I shake my head, I could wring my brother’s neck right about now, since he and the rest of the club know that my sister Lily will be here tonight for Chains’ birthday party. He knows how she feels about him, he’s known for the past four years.
My thoughts turn to the night before. My mind and body at odds with what happened. I had kept my distance from Sera for so long now, thinking I was doing the right thing by both of us; burying myself in willing pussy at the club, and with the doc in Cullville just to forget the brunette beauty, until the doc became too clingy, and I had to cut her loose. However, last night, the full club run, which included the ol'ladies, brought everything to a crashing halt. I couldn't handle their snickers and knowing looks because everyone knew just how much I was hung up on the pretty vet next door to my gym. I drank to excess; I did the stupidest thing I could do. Turning up on her doorstep, drunk out of my mind. I didn’t even know how I got to her house without laying down my sled.
When I saw her standing there dressed in what I thought was just a T-shirt that reached down to her knees, I couldn’t help wondering whose fucking T-shirt she wore and wanted to rip it off her and give her one of mine. But of course I didn’t, and when that fire blazed in her eyes when she saw me, I knew I was fucked. But I continued on regardless, barging in and making myself at home, on her sofa, inside her, and in her bed.
That I want everything with Sera was the biggest mindfuck of all. After what happened with Mariah, I was determined to never be vulnerable with another woman ever again. But of course, reality set in, and I knew I couldn’t do that to her. Even though she was a part of the mafia in her former life, and she knew what being in that life entailed, she’s not meant for the biker life, and I wasn’t going to be the one to drag her down with me. So I stole away early this morning, and rode away from her perfectly manicured, quiet neighborhood and returned to what was familiar.
It’s been months since I’d touched any of the club girls, and after being with Sera last night, I knew being with anyone else but her wouldn’t satisfy me. But that’s not to say the newest girl, Pinky, wasn’t doing her damndest to get me to sample her goods. She was all over Ink, but her eyes and wry smile were firmly on me. The crotch of my jeans grew tight, and I got a full view of the reason she was named Pinky. As she lay back on the pool table, Ink’s fingers buried deep inside her cunt, bringing her to a crashing climax as she writhed on the table, her fingers in her mouth, her eyes firmly on me, as my other brother Riggs waited for his turn.
It's the loud whistle that brings me out of my musings, the dark look on my pops, and also President’s face, as he saw what was going on, making me sit even straighter on my stool. I wasn’t doing anything, but I suddenly felt ashamed as he took in the scene before him. His eyes almost murderous when they turned to look at Ink.
“Get the bitch out of here. The women are about to arrive any minute. Did you all forget that Lily, my daughter, will also be here? So if you can’t keep it in your fuckin’ pants, you can fuckin’ join her?” he growls, motioning to the new club whore, who was now standing trying to cover herself up, and I could see that Kick was barely holding back from launching himself at Ink.
Just like everybody knew I was a goner for the vet, everybody knew Lily had the hots for Ink. He was to keep his sexual exploits behind closed doors whenever Lily was visiting, but this time, she would be home for good. Stepmother dearest should be happy.
I was just about to slide off the barstool and slink out of the clubhouse when my ol’ man sat next to me.
My getaway foiled.
“I’m surprised to see you weren’t in the mix. You never turn down the opportunity to break in the new club whores,” he asks, motioning with his head to the group that’s now slowly dispersing, not without a few grumbles.
“I never knew you to not to partake in women.”
“Really, pops, you wanna talk about my sex life?” I drawl. Kick, my father chuckles.
“Yeah, probably not.”
“Thought so. Where’s step mommy?” I inquire with a note of sarcasm I couldn’t hide from my voice. My father’s whiskey-colored eyes go dark, and if he could hit me into tomorrow, I’m sure he would have. I shouldn’t have made the barb, but I couldn’t help myself. I thought I was over the whole other woman for my dad thing. But I obviously wasn’t. And she wasn’t the other woman, my mom was already gone by the time they got together.
“Hey, watch your mouth and show some fuckin’ respect for my woman,” he hisses. “What’s wrong with you, I thought you were over your little snit with Everleigh?”
I fought not to roll my eyes at him.
“It’s not a snit. I’m fine with Everleigh, I just don’t think she and I will ever be buddy buddies,” I tell him.
I have nothing against her, though he’s been panting over her for years, since my mom was murdered by the Jackal’s President, who just so happened to be Everleigh’s father. The old man got killed in Mexico by Jose Ramos’s goons, and her brother has taken over the reins of the entire club, and now we’re allies.
Go figure.
She also appeared back in his life under false pretenses, again doing her old man’s bidding. So fucking sue me for the way I feel. I don’t trust her, and I doubt I ever will after what she did. Even if it was to protect her kids. I don’t know how my dad can just get over that.
My thoughts inadvertently return to last night when Sera admitted to me that Angelo was her stepbrother and not her husband, like I had believed all these years.
How did I not know?
Would it have made a difference to the outcome of that night if I had?
My father’s amenable face disappears, and in its place is the President of the DCMC, and at that moment I understand why they voted him in.
“You don’t have to be buddies with her, but you have to get over whatever issues you have with her, because she's not going anywhere. She’s the mother of your sisters and brother.”
Right, my sisters Lily, who’s the twin to Lukas, or Spider, as he prefers to be known, and Ivy, the newest addition, who is now four years old.
Lily I haven’t been able to get to know as well as Spider and Ivy, since she’s been away at college getting an education. Though I had witnessed her badassery firsthand when she shot the motherfucker Jose Ramos years ago, after he’d planted a bomb on the grounds of the clubhouse and almost murdered Sage; my brother Tiny’s woman. But I will defend all my siblings, no matter who their mother is, to my last breath.
I take a deep breath, forced to backtrack. It’s going to take me a long time to trust her completely, but for my father, I’m willing to try.
“I have nothing against Everleigh, but she’s not my mother, and she never will be,” I tell him, just as a throat clears behind us. Standing there is none other than Everleigh herself, and I want to kick myself for my insensitivity when I see the hurt in her eyes, which she quickly covers up.
“Look, Ev, I didn’t mean…” Her hand rises to silence me, a firm, gentle gesture that stops my words mid-sentence.
“It’s fine, Ky. I’m not trying to be your mother, or to replace her. I knew Frankie, not well, since we ran in different circles at school, she was a few years ahead of me. She was very nice and very helpful when I started Briar Creek High. Am I going to deny I wasn’t jealous that she was with your father when I wasn’t, no. I won’t insult your intelligence. It was a tragedy what happened to her, and I’m so sorry I inadvertently, even though I was a kid back then and didn’t know who my dad was, had anything to do with what happened to her.”
My dad wraps a comforting arm around her waist, kissing her softly, and I feel like a douche for the words that spewed out of my mouth.
“You had nothin’ to do with Frankie dyin,’ you hear me?” my father says gruffly, sending me a warning to shut my mouth or else.
The door opening thankfully breaks the awkwardness and I’m saved from answering her, with Lexie, Zoe, and Ella walking in. Behind them was Sera, and I about lose my tongue when I see what she was wearing, some colorful wrap dress, which was covering her from head to toe, the material skimming the abundant curves beneath.
Her rounded hips, hips I’d like to get my hands on all over again as I ram my cock inside her, hearing her cries for more. Her tits, covered in the soft material of the sexy dress, were more than a handful, spilling over in my hands as thoughts of sucking them into my mouth made my cock hard behind the zipper of my jeans.
Her hair curling around her gorgeous face, imagining my hand fisting those long strands as I fucked her. All those unwanted thoughts sent me into a tailspin.
What I really wanted was to go over there and stake my claim so that no other bastard in the room could go near her. Especially Ink, who was now looking at her like I had been when she walked in. But then I remember the reasons I couldn’t, even though it was killing me seeing her so close and unable to touch her. She must’ve sensed my gaze because she finally lifts her head and her brown eyes connect with mine. They become stormy; she shows me her anger, but I also see hurt in those eyes.
Feeling like a total ass, I knock back the rest of my whiskey, gripping my hands on the bar top, the temptation to go to her was strong. To claim her in front of everyone in this room. Closing my eyes, I silently count to ten, forcing myself to ignore the woman. I need to keep my distance, because of who her fuck up of a stepbrother is, and who he was affiliated with. I couldn't let my dick lead us into further trouble. For myself, and most importantly for my club. We’d only just gotten out of the mess with one cartel, I wasn’t about to get us in with another.
I should get up off this damn barstool and just leave, but I know it’s a party for my brother Chains, so I couldn’t just up and walk out no matter how much I wanted to. I’ve disrespected Everleigh enough tonight. I wasn’t going to cause anymore friction between us by throwing a tantrum and leaving.
My eyes narrow when I see Sera practically hanging off my brother Ink, and the motherfucker is just lapping it up. He’s got her bent over the pool table, standing behind her, showing her how to hit the ball with the pool cue. My eyes see red, and I’m just about to charge over there and rip his bloody arms out of their sockets. But it’s Zoe’s voice which breaks through my anger.
“Isn’t Sera a knockout?” She sing-songs next to me, noticing the way I was looking at the woman in question. I narrow my eyes at her, wondering what game she was playing. I tighten my hands into fists, wanting to beat my brother to a bloody pulp when he puts his hands on her hips.
Motherfucking fuck!
“When are you going to do something about that?” Zoe demands.
“Never!” I tell her through a tight jaw. If she, or anyone else in the club, knew who her family was, Kick would be the first one to take my patch off me for keeping something like that from him. Then he’d probably disown me for keeping it a secret, and then it wouldn't surprise me if he ran her out of town.
Zoe looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and shakes her head just as Chains appears beside her.
“Pity, but it’s your life, I hope you know what you’re doing.” She gives me a sad smile before turning away and silently walking off with Chains, who rests a possessive hand on the small of her back. As they move, he glances over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at me.
What’s with everyone tonight? Why am I the one being singled out for special treatment?
A twinge of envy shoots through me, realizing that my father, and most of the men in the club, have found what I've been searching for my entire life. I thought I’d found it with my ex-girlfriend Mariah, but she couldn’t handle club life and ran. Would Sera be any different?
Probably, since she grew up in the mafia, but I wasn’t willing to find out and put her and my club in that kind of danger.
I’d kept her secret this whole time, telling my club an unknown assailant had attacked me in the warehouse that night. But by the way my father had looked at me, I knew he hadn’t believed me.
Leaving the hospital after the stabbing, I got Knox to do some digging on the DL, not telling my dad what I was doing and why. I wanted to speak to Kon about it, but I was sure my uncle would talk to my pops about it, since they were now as thick as thieves. But I didn’t want anyone to find out why I wanted all that info.
With a sigh, I pour myself another whiskey, the burn in my throat a familiar comfort as I decided this would be my last one for the night. Making a habit of drinking until I was in a stupor wasn't something I could continue doing. I know no one but me is to blame for my drinking, and no one but me could stop it. But I still blamed the woman who had a starring role in my dreams for the last four years. She was the one pushing me to it, and I was going to stick to that explanation.
The party for Chains is in full swing, everyone’s having a great time, while I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching everything unfold. I’d already given my gift to my brother, a gift card to the Harley Davidson store, so he can buy himself whatever he wants.
It’s then the doors to the clubhouse open, and finally in walks Lily. I hadn’t seen her in several years; not since she killed that motherfucker Ramos. But I remember her as this gangly kid. What walks through the door today has left that kid well and truly behind. She’s wearing black leather pants, a green midriff top, and a leather jacket she has unzipped. She has her hair tied back from her face in a ponytail, and there’s a wide smile on her pretty face as all the women squeal when they see her crowding around her. Even Ink enfolds her in a hug, but to my surprise, she quickly extricates herself from his arms.
The surprise of the night is Tiny showing up without Sage or his boys. Everyone, even me, was happy to see him, but disappointed they couldn’t seem to work things out.
“Hey guys, am I late to the partayyy? Look who I met in the parking lot. Did you guys know little Lily rides a sled?” Tiny bellows, holding up a full bottle of Jack. A grin from ear to ear on his face as cheers reverberate around the room. He’s surrounded within seconds by a bevy of sweet butts ready to please him at any turn, but who was I to criticize?
Tiny had left Briar Creek months ago to go to Washington State, to convince Sage to come home, after one of his mistakes had crashed a party not dissimilar to this one, announcing the kid she had with her was his. Looks like the groveling h did wasn’t nearly enough to convince Sage to come back with him. She was a tough cookie to crack, and he almost felt bad for Tiny with everything he undoubtedly would have had to do to get her back.
Sage obviously saw this as the final straw with Tiny’s cheating and ran with his boys back to Washington. I almost feel sorry for the big guy, but he’d gotten himself in the mess he was now in. But who was I to judge?
After greeting her parents and twin, Lily comes right for me. Her slender arms wrap around my neck. I can scent the night air and some light floral perfume on her, as I do the same with my arms. Surprised that I was actually happy to see her, as it’s been years since the last time.
“Hey there, big brother,” she greets me, though her eyes are somewhere over my shoulder, and I can imagine what she’s seeing. The same thing I’ve been looking at all night. Sera and Ink being very chummy, playing pool where he had Pinky spread just a few hours ago. Asshole.
“So, I hear you're home to stay?” I say, sitting back down on the stool as she props herself up next to me.
“That’s the plan. Not sure what I’m going to do here, though. Not a lot of jobs going around in this backwater town,” she replies, sipping at the drink she got the prospect behind the bar to get for her.
“You could probably work for your mom at the clinic?” I say, noticing Sera is no longer around Ink, and I can’t seem to spot her. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, wondering where she could’ve gone.
“Or you could work at the gym with me?” I offer before I have time to think about the word vomit I’ve just spewed out. Expecting her to turn me down since she hardly knows me.
I watch her eyes go wide, and a small smile plays on my lips. She then throws her arms around my neck. “Oh, my god, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you, thank you, thank you. When do you want me to start?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Woah there, tiger. You’ve only just got here; don’t you want to spend a few days with your mom and dad before getting thrown in the deep end with work?”
Lily snorts. “The less I’m around the clubhouse, the better,” she grumbles, her eyes going to Ink again, who was now staring back at her intently. He and I were going to have a little chat about my sister. A way overdue one.
“You can start on Monday,” I tell her, distracted, as I look around the room, but don’t see Sera. My bladder is full from all the alcohol I’ve consumed, so I head straight for the bathrooms, needing to piss. Once I’ve relieved myself, I wash my hands quickly, wanting to return to the great room, where I’m sure I’ll find her with all the other women.
Unable to get the image of Ink’s arm around Sera, I want to rip it off his fucking body. But I need to quash those feelings, since Ink’s the S her eyes unsure as she clears her throat.
“Hello, Ky, you’re looking good,” she speaks softly, reminding me of the way she’d sound after we’d fucked each other into oblivion. No, now’s not the time to take a trip down memory lane.
I cross my arms over my chest, staring her down. “Mariah, what the fuck are you doing back here, and what do you want? You were certainly in a rush to get away from me four years ago,” I demand gruffly, feeling bad for the hurt that crosses her face at my words.
“I came to talk to you,” she replies, standing taller, and flicking her long blonde locks over her shoulders
Fuck me, not now!
I will my dick to settle as I feel it press against the zipper of my jeans. How’s it possible after four years of not seeing her, she still has this effect on me?
“Okay, so talk,” I tell her, not giving an inch. She doesn’t get to come back after leaving me and ripping my heart out the way she did. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with her, but obviously, she had other ideas.
She looks around nervously, sighing deeply. Noticing the crowd that has gathered around us.
“Not out here. Can we go somewhere private?”
“Why?” I demand. “What’s going on?”
I stare her down, hating that I find myself getting lost in her deep blue eyes all over again. After a few seconds, she’s the first to break eye contact, then silently goes about opening the back passenger door, bending down, she comes out with a sleeping child in her arms. He couldn’t be more than three years old, and I try to ignore the thumping of my heart in my ears as the implications of who this kid is hit me.
“Who’s that?” I ask. But my voice comes out raspy, my eyes unable to leave the sleeping kid.
“This is Finn. He’s your son.”