4. Chapter 3
Psycho
“Higher, daddy!” Tate squeals in the distance and I smile softly from where I’m sat on the deck steps watching as she tries to kick her little chubby legs, wanting to go higher which just makes Fury chuckle. His whole face lights up from the moody fucker he normally is.
But that’s Tate for you, always bringing a smile to a brother’s face.
The kid is adorable, and thankfully, with her curly brown hair and light green eyes, she looks exactly like her father.
Lacey, her so called mother, is currently inside getting fucked by two brothers in the common room, the reason why I brought the kid outside to begin with before Fury walked in, not caring that her daughter is here and yet she wonders why Tate cries every time she tries to pick her up.
Fucking bitch. She probably doesn’t realize he’s out here with her.
I had her today while he was at the garage helping Blade with old man Trivers's car which is in the shop at least three times a week and needs fucking storing, but the man loves it.
Blade promised his grandfather he would always fix it up for him, meaning Fury is required to help sometimes, and I jumped at the chance of watching her.
Lacey saw her come out with me while she was taking her underwear off, something Blade will punish her and the two brothers fucking her in the day time.
So it wouldn’t surprise me if she thought it was me out here with her, I mean fuck, the whole time I was inside with the little tike the bitch didn’t even look her way, instead trying to find any brother that will give her attention.
I’d bet my Harley if I walked inside alone right now, she’d be out here in seconds, not caring if she leaves a brother hanging.
The bitch wants Fury and thinks that if she acts like a doting mother—which we all know she isn’t—when he’s around, he’ll fall. But it’s never going to happen. Even without Skylar in the situation, he wouldn’t look twice at her.
Fury gets his phone out and checks it quickly, and I tilt my head as his jaw ticks and he puts it away.
I know he’s tried to get in touch with Skylar again, Blade’s half-sister who wants fuck all to do with him and the club which could have something to do with the fact that Brick originally threw money at her mother’s feet and demanded she get an abortion.
Her mother most likely poisoned her against the club or it could be what the brothers believe and that its Anna’s fault who is apparently always a bitch to Skylar in the streets whenever she sees her which no one has actually seen.
It may have something to do with Brick forcing Fury to pretend to be her friend to get information about who his daughter is, not actually trying to talk to her himself after she hit her teenage years.
She was a scared kid watching a brute of a man confront her mother, the only parent she had ever known, outside the club’s diner when she was just a kid and instead of seeking her out to explain shit, he planned on Fury getting in her head.
Brick’s plan fucking failed though because Fury fell in love with her, something he didn’t anticipate and decided to tell her the truth, wanting to propose only for Lacey to announce that she was pregnant with Tate that same fucking day losing his girl who he had no choice but to admit to everything knowing he couldn’t lie to her and let her believe he wasn’t in love with her before ending things for Tate’s sake at the time.
Ever since the sweet girl was born and he got his bearings with full custody, he’s been trying to win her back, including trying to use his daughter, but nothing is working.
Fuck, she won’t even talk to her blood brother and in my eyes, Brick is the fucking problem.
Fury fake smiles at Tate as she shouts for his attention before he runs his hand through his short brown hair, trying to hold off losing it in front of his daughter, and I wince.
Just like me, Fury can’t control his anger, hence his road name, and he struggles the longer Skylar ignores him.
Four years later and she is all he wants but she doesn’t want him.
Well, she does but he deceived her, hurt her even and even though he was trying to protect her when he ended things after dropping the bomb knowing she was only eighteen and didn’t need a child dumped on her lap and that his sole focus had to be Tate at the time.
I doubt it’s the Tate situation that has her staying away like he believes.
He basically used her for the club, betraying her and she can’t get over it.
I sigh and check my phone, but I narrow my eyes at the lack of missed calls or messages from Ivy and tense my jaw.
We’re supposed to spend the evening together with junk food at my Victorian two-story house that I built near Blade’s. She went out last night with her friend Raya, yet she’s fucking late.
Is she with someone?
Did she take someone home with her?
Did she go home with someone?
Fuck…
I sniff hard and run a hand through my hair in frustration.
I have no right to feel jealous, to feel fucking angry that she’s most likely fucking someone else or could even have a boyfriend which she has denied several times before.
I’m fucking the clubwhores, I’m hooking up with girls at the club’s bar, even screwing the strippers at Dark Angel’s Girls, yet I want to kill someone at the thought of another man touching her.
I’m such a fucking hypocrite.
“What’s got you looking to want to go all psycho?” a sweet voice asks from my left, and I instantly soften. My pulse, which had skyrocketed, finally comes down before Tate shouts, “ Aunty Ivy!”
I turn my head and smirk at Ivy, whose black hair is up in a scruffy bun, showing off her heart-shaped makeup-free face and I admit, “Whatever guy had you held up from our best friend date that you promised me, you know, after cancelling yesterday.”
She rolls her pretty, dark green eyes at me as I take her in. The denim dress fits her curvy form nicely, making my mouth water and again, I feel like a fucking prick.
She catches Tate, who throws herself at her, making her giggle before placing the sweet girl on her hip and smiles down at her, making me instantly jealous.
I grin to hide my jealousy over a three-year-old while Fury chuckles as Ivy states, “We never had plans yesterday. You were trying to back up my brother, knowing he can’t stand Raya, which is completely misplaced anger where she is concerned.”
Hmm, so we’re ignoring the whole guy thing…
Fuck.
“Okay, one, I wasn’t sticking by Venom. I truly did want to spend time with you. Since your dad messed up, you’re hardly ever around, and a guy has to take his chances. And two, he’s only concerned. He thinks she’s using you,” I reminded her.
Ivy snorts and Fury states, “Fucking hell, Raya has a crush on Venom, even little Tate can see it,” Tate nods making me and Ivy grin as Fury finishes, “Venom is just blind and wants to think she’s trouble because of her rich side upbringing, not actually understanding what he’s actually feeling whenever he sees her. ”
Ivy tilts her head and asks, “Do you think he has something for her then? Because I originally thought that, but his hatred for her keeps hitching up, which is only making her more hesitant around him.”
I furrow my brows and butt in, “Maybe, I mean it would explain his insistence on you not spending time with her and like Fury said, he doesn’t understand his feelings towards her so he’s sticking with hatred.”
“He doesn’t want to settle, so I think that theory could be right,” Fury adds, “He’s a bit like how Blade was before he met and then lost Luna.”
“Who he will find,” Ivy mentions, and I chuckle because yeah, he will, one way or another.
“Ivy, come to play?” Tate cuts in, squishing her little hands against Ivy’s cheeks. She grins and then kisses the little girl’s palms, making sweet giggles erupt from her and suddenly, I’m more than jealous of a three-year-old. I want to rip her away from Ivy.
Great.
I clear my throat and make eye contact with Fury, who nods, knowing I can’t hack Tate being close to Ivy right now, especially not knowing if she spent the night with someone.
She’s twenty-four and has had a few boyfriends, so I’m not stupid but I don’t like it.
“Sorry, sugar plum. You’ll have to play with Ives tomorrow. Grammy is waiting for you,” Fury says as he takes his daughter from Ivy, who chuckles at the little pout Tate is giving until Grammy is mentioned, who, other than Skylar, is her favorite person.
Another way I know Tate isn’t part of Skylar’s problem is that she adores the little girl and treats her like her own every time she sees her. Which only serves to piss Fury off more and I know he’s mentioned in passing about locking Skylar up, which is possibly the worst decision he could make.
Waving, Fury walks to the gate, and I raise a brow at Ivy, who looks my way and rolls her eyes before waving her arm to the gate Fury just left through and states, “Come on then,” and I chuckle as I stand and walk over to her.
Kissing the top of her head, I wrap my arm around her and gently guide her towards the dirt road that leads to the officer brother’s houses and I ask, “So, how was your night out?”
She winces and replies, “Before or after Raya punched some guy after he touched her ass and we decided to call it an early night?”
I laugh, and Ives goes into detail about a drunk guy not realizing he was going too far with the women in the club. I listen intently, only relaxing after she mentions passing out on Raya’s couch after binge watching old TV shows and eating fried chicken while gossiping.
A typical girl’s night in deed.
“Oh, come on, you cheated!” Ivy shouts and throws her deck of cards across the living area in a fit, and I can’t help the laughter that releases, even the glare she’s currently sending my way that could cut you like a knife, I can’t stop my laughter.