12. Chapter 11
Psycho – Present day
“You sure about this?” Venom triple checks after taking another puff on his cigarette and I roll my eyes so hard, I’m surprised they don’t get stuck behind my fucking head.
I swear if he asks me again, I’m going to throttle him.
The fucker has been asking me the same question for four fucking months like I’m going to suddenly change my mind from fighting for my girl.
She told me to fight, so I’m fighting like I should have done the day she turned eighteen.
Fury sees my reaction and chuckles, reading my mind, then replies, “You keep asking him that he’s going to punch you.”
Venom scoffs, “I’d like to see him try, he couldn’t even get a punch in months ago,” and I raise a brow his way because we both know I never fought back, believing I deserved it for even touching Ivy while Fury reminds him, “You surprised him and you know if he gets to a certain point, he will take you. As for your sister, she unblocked him brother. She doesn’t want this, but something is compelling her to do it which is probably why she hasn’t called him yet, and we all know she is not the type of person to marry someone just to piss our brother here off knowing he’ll just kill Hayden.
Now, stop asking him if he’s sure, he’s spent months planning this down to the fucking wire.
Blade has the church surrounded with the prospects and Viper and Blade are on the other side of the church so we can get in and out without being seen and Clara will believe she’s done a runner while Luna is going to ensure Clara leaves the room that they are in for everything to go through okay. ”
It's a good fucking plan.
As soon as I hung up with Blade, I called a meeting with the officers only, no old timers, and the table all agreed to help me as long as Glock doesn’t find out.
Venom here was my biggest cheerleader but the fucker is worried about upsetting his dad, not keeping him in the loop but Glock wants to win his old lady back.
For some reason, even though he’s not here today to walk Ivy down the aisle, no one is happy with who she has decided to marry, he’ll put a stop to us, to me, if it means Clara will take him back.
Though I’m beginning to believe the woman only wanted his bank account, especially with her being okay with this wedding, to whom she’s allowing her daughter to marry.
Hayden fucking Gillies, the leader to the pathetic Hyena Group.
It’s basically a group of eight that think they are the big men of Santa Monica but know to stay out of our way.
Their main business is money lending but add a couple hundred thousand on top to fuck people that are desperate and if you can’t pay back within a year, the fuckers kill everyone you care about most before going for you.
So far, they haven’t touched the community that are in our protection, knowing we won’t let that shit slide, but it begs to differ – how in the fuck did he meet my girl?
Ivy isn’t one to venture past our boundaries, so the only other place she could have met him was at Gary’s Motors. But again, why would the fuckers go there?
Gary isn’t in debt, the old man knows how to manage money, and I know Ivy has some savings.
Venom offers me his half-smoked cigarette, and I take it to my lips before inhaling, enjoying the rush that goes through me before blowing the smoke out and handing the stick back to Venom.
“Ivy is going to kill you if she smells that shit on your breath,” Fury chuckles and I grin.
“I’m quite looking forward to the fight, though, knowing my cupcake, me knocking her out will most likely take her focus,” I admit with a sly grin as I look around the church, ensuring the prospects are in place.
Four fucking months and I can finally have her back in my arms.
Blade put a ban on all brothers coming to the ceremony when a few felt guilty no one will be there for Ivy while giving the prospects a job that no one knows about, and I’ve spent four months watching Ivy from a far regretting my actions, wishing I had just been selfish.
Work, a few doctor’s appointments with her OBGYN which has to be about contraception which just pisses me off and a few girlie dates with Raya, Lake and Skylar before spending the night at Raya’s – that is her routine and not once have I seen fuckface with her which is probably why he’s still walking around with two hands.
“You know Dad’s going to be fucking mad when he realizes we’ve gone behind his back and sent him on a club run,” Venom mutters and I shrug.
“This way, Clara can’t blame him,” I remind him, and he nods before furrowing his brows and signaling to the front of the church.
Fury and I both look in time to see Clara walk out of the priests’ chambers in an off-white dress that hugs her body looking more like a fucking bride than the mother of the bride, her hair perfectly curled.
What the actual fuck?
“I thought only the bride was supposed to wear white,” Fury asks, and I tilt my head at the glow she has…
“Uh Venom,” I mutter, and he side eyes me before I say, “don’t take this the wrong way but why in the fuck do your mother’s tits look four times bigger than they did a year ago?”
He growls but freezes seeing what I’m seeing because no I have never checked him Mama out but it’s kind of hard not to fucking notice she’s had something done.
She’s always worn low cut tops and never did they fucking stand out.
“She’s also a lot skinner than she was when I last saw her three weeks ago,” he mumbles with confusion, “What the fuck has she been doing?”
“Cosmetic surgery by the looks of things,” Fury says, “even her lips are bigger, which would explain why she hasn’t had time for your family dinners.”
Clara basically skips around the side of the church and then disappears, and I shake my head and mutter, “No time to look into this shit, Luna has done what we need, let’s go grab Ivy and we’ll check your mother’s hospital records because fuck, I don’t want to say it but…”
Venom says, “Mama borrowed money from the Hyenas to get the work done she’s always wanted, but Dad never agreed with and can’t pay it back,” Fury finishes, “So Ivy is selling her soul for Clara. Mother fucker …” He scoffs, “And what is the over-under she has no idea what her mother borrowed the money for?”
Anger like no other fills me.
“It would explain how Ivy met Hayden to begin with, and we all know Glock wouldn’t pay for all that work.
He loved Clara for who she was and what she already looked like and there is no way the amount he transfers is enough for all that shit,” I growl, “Raya told me to fight for her, and I would bet my fucking Harley that she knew what Ivy was up to for her mother!”
“Fuck…” Venom mutters, running a hand frustratedly through his hair, anger vibrating off him, “she’s not even here, her best friend who apparently always has her back isn’t even fucking here.”
I shake my head and snap, “Venom, fill Blade in on the possibility of Clara being the reason this is happening. You can go confront Raya later. Fury, go grab Clara and knock her out with chloroform and get a prospect to take her back to the club. She can answer to Glock and Blade later. I have a certain girl to get.”
They nod knowing I’m not acting as a jealous man whose love is about to marry someone else, instead I’m their Vice President seeing all is not right and my girl is now in fucking danger.
God dammit, Ivy!
For weeks, I have had a pit in my stomach, something just not right, but I stayed back, knowing this plan was in place. Now, the pieces of the puzzle are coming together.
Venom growls, “I swear if I find out my mother was really a patch chaser and did all this shit just to get more money outta Dad, I’ll kill her myself!
” before he runs over to the left of the church towards the back where Blade is while Fury leans into the truck and grabs the spare rag drenched in chloroform then runs in the direction Clara went.
I sniff hard, get my rag out of the matte black truck that my dad got me for my eighteenth birthday, and walk towards the front of the church.
Ivy sat in the driver’s seat with the biggest fucking grin when I rounded the corner to find this on the club’s drive – apparently she picked it out and I have cherished it ever since, only allowing her to drive it.
Shaking my head, I pick up my speed. It’s time to get my girl and have the questions we now have answered then I’m going to spank her ass for running from me instead of asking for my help knowing I would scorch the earth for her.
It doesn’t matter that we slept together, it doesn’t fucking matter that she believed I’d sleep with Misty right after her, she knew she could always fucking come to me and the fact she didn’t hurts.
I keep my eyes open, looking for the Hyenas, but I don’t see any, making me roll my eyes as I reach the room Ivy is in with Luna, who didn’t think twice about helping us with this. Slowly, I reach for the doorknob and open it without making a noise before walking inside.
Luna side eyes me and gives me a slight nod while Ivy, fuck me, she doesn’t even look like my Ivy right now and if anything, she looks miserable.
The dress is big and puffy, something even I know she wouldn’t pick for herself, meaning her Mama picked it. Her hair is down in big, massive curls, again, something she never would have picked for herself.
Ivy used to say the flower clip I gave her for her sixteenth birthday would keep her hair up and out of her face while she married the man of her dreams.
I thought I was that man until I had found out she agreed to marry another, a fucking wanna be mobster…
“I’ve come to love you, Ivy,” Luna says and knowing that is my cue, I slowly shut the door behind me, getting Ivy’s attention, but she pauses as Luna says, “Which is why I’ve had a little help on this.”
“Wait, what are you?” she begins, and I quickly come up behind her and place the cloth over her mouth and nose, my arm around her stomach, but I tense, feeling the hard bulge.