Chapter Seven
All That Sass
Ziggy
I shouldn’t have enjoyed fucking with her so much, but she was such a sass ass, it was hard not to want to rattle her cage a little. And yeah, maybe I got a little too much satisfaction in having company in my misery.
“I forgot to ask, how do you like it, anyhow?” I quietly murmured, locking my tongue against my back molar to keep my expression relaxed.
Her head snapped toward me, and I started winding the tone and pace of my words like I was coming down off a five-day bender, “I mean– when the time comes— for… titles–”
Her brows pinched with confusion and the sudden spike of pink to her cheeks died down a little.
“I’m just saying, now– are you more of a Grammy or a Granny? This is the kind of shit we gotta talk about in advance, Sunshine.” I grinned and reached for the beer again.
“Shut the fuck up,” she snapped, her voice low and her eyes on the stairs. As soon as she said it, she nearly choked on the next breath trying to blurt out, “Serious? You’re somebody’s fuckin’ grandpop?”
I tucked my head against my arm, unable to keep the laughter at bay.
Fuck me.
Grandpop…
I smirked, getting it together and raised my head up until I met her gaze, “No.”
I sobered a bit and shook my head to reconfirm before I raised my brows and abruptly stiffened my neck like I was weighing the truth of things, “Well, I mean you never know with them twins, I might could be?”
She swatted me and smiled despite her efforts to remain serious and scowl.
“You didn’t even want to kiss me.” Her soft tone drew my attention to her face again. She didn’t seem confused or hurt, it was almost like she was trying to work something out for herself that I really couldn’t put my finger on to help her with. “Then you ran your mouth in front of those younger bikers talking filthy about me.”
She shook her head in a slow, thoughtful manner.
“Dying to get into me,” she recalled, her voice sounding distant.
“Who says I’m not?” I grunted, causing her eyes to dart back to mine.
“You said that just to get away from Sean. He has your girlfriend, huh?”
The door popped open upstairs, but I ignored it, more amused and confused by her question.
“What?”
“Sammy.” She said the name all quiet like she wasn’t sure if I’d get angry at her for knowing it.
“Daughter. Sammy is my daughter. The eldest of my four children.”
She made a noise that sounded too much like a laugh for my liking.
“Nothing funny about that.” I sharply scolded.
“Henny is your VP, right? That’s what the girls at the college call him?”
I hesitantly nodded.
“Menace is in jail, or was… Do they call you Ziggy?”
Her sudden interest, or knowledge of my club made me itch a little. I stared at her, waiting for some indication of where all of these questions were going.
“That name mean something to you?”
“At the college– People talk,” She began to shrug with every other word the way Sauce did when he was guilty.
“Yeah. I don’t fuck college girls.” They didn’t have any reason to be talking about me down there. “That’s all Henny. Do you– Know Henny?”
I tipped my head, and pointedly lowered my voice. That bold little creature stared right back at me.
“Are you asking me if I’ve fucked your VP?” Of course, her voice rose a few notes when she asked that question.
I cleared my throat, and she shot off her seat and out the front door. I didn’t have anything better to do, so I went out after her.
I could see her inside the car and couldn’t help but smile when I found the driver’s door locked. I clicked the fob and let myself in causing her to huff and glare at me.
“I never met him. I only heard Henny’s name, just like yours.” She mumbled, staring out the passenger side window.
“Right,” I grunted, when I saw Henny pop out the front door.
It wasn’t a conversation I wanted to dwell on.
“They said you put Zander in the hospital.” She finally peeked my way.
“That your boyfriend or something?”
“He’s a douchebag, street gangster from twenty-second street.”
“Oh yeah. I remember that soft-chinned pussy. He’s the one that tried to have my kid pushing fentanyl for him.” I shrugged, “Not remotely sorry. If I’m being honest, there wasn't really much to it. It was a quick combo. I broke his jaw with the first shot and woke him back up with the second.”
She was enthralled by my story and came off her seat a quarter inch when Henny ripped her door open.
“What the fuck?” she sounded off.
“Yeah, I missed you, too, darlin’.” Henny returned, before issuing a direct order, “Now, fuck off.”
“Excuse me?” Ro’s eyes bugged as she started to sass, but Henny was already hauling her skinny ass out of the car, leaving her to squeal the last part.
I shoved a finger up and tried to get it together, but fuck I was coughing not to laugh as Henny slammed the door and locked it, leaving her in open disbelief outside the car.
“What–the– fuck?” he quietly demanded.
“Hmm?” I dropped my attention from my pouting wife to my pissed-off Vice President.
“You are not fucking married,” Henny deadpanned.
“Oh, I am.” I held up my ring for him to observe.
He snatched my wrist and stared at it.
“Jesus.” Henny huffed. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind, is that it?”
“She’s Sean’s assassin’s sister.” I filled in all the blanks with four little words.
Henny’s arm settled on the middle console, and he gave his weight over to it, before asking, “A peace treaty?”
“Yeah.” I glanced up to check, and Ro was still shooting daggers at us through the window.
“You want to suck his dick while you’re at it, you jealous bitch?” She threw both hands up and Henny whipped around in disbelief just as she cooed. “He’ll still be mine.”
“If you don’t beat her ass,” he drawled under his breath, still staring back at her.
“Yeah. If Sean wasn’t looming over my daughter and your brother, I’d love every minute of taming that one, but something tells me he’s still calling the shots while they’re on the road.”
Henny turned back, just as something shot toward Ro. My eyes bugged and I scrambled to get out of the car as all hell broke loose outside.
“Get her the fuck off me,” Ro screamed, flailing around with Rumi on her back. She slung the both of them over and mounted up, but stopped short when she saw it was a child attacking her. Rumi gave no such mercy. She caught Ro in the nose with a cross hook.
“Don’t you ever talk to my dad like that!” Rumi shrieked as Henny caught her arm and slung her out from under Ro.
“Get in the house. Now.” He urged her along, offering an apologetic hand in the air to us.
I waved him off and gestured to the car.
“Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.”