Chapter 3
Ace
“The Huntsmen say they need at least a thousand rounds of ammo, something about the prospects having a shit aim and needing to practice,” Dirty chuckles as he reads off his laptop and I smirk as the brothers chuckle along with him, “I spoke to Snake and he has enough for Steal from the last run so the plan is meet up with the Devils three hours from here along with the Untamed. We’ll swap vans with them, while the Untamed will swap with our other van.
Theirs will be full of cash for the Cartel, and ours will have the cocaine they need to distribute.
Though Axel is on board with potentially cutting cocaine from the runs,” he explains, and I try not to flinch as the brothers all nod, wanting out of the cocaine business.
Shit. My whole body tenses and I really hope no one notices.
“I spoke to Jose, he’s on board with us just using guns and ammo once we all confirm we’re pulling out of the cocaine part of shit, they have the Italian mafia who want that part of the business.
They have promised to keep out of our territories including the clubs we affiliate with, but again, we as a whole, need to agree,” Doc says seriously and I swallow hard.
He means the entire brotherhood from every club.
We haven’t been in the cocaine business for long, maybe three years or so.
It brought in a lot of money that we all enjoyed, but as our trade increased, so did the number of deaths and overdoses—including my blood brother, who was injected with coke that we discovered last week was taken from one of our warehouses.
Cheryl got it from there. Doc didn’t even hesitate to call a meeting with Axel from the Untamed, Steal from the Huntsmen, and Snake from the Devils.
They discussed pulling out of the cocaine side of things, and all agreed, along with their brothers.
We were just waiting to see what Jose said because, shit, we don’t want to go back to war with the fuckers, especially now that most of the brothers are settling down and having kids.
“This is a good fucking thing, Jose agreeing,” Stone our VP mentions, “This past year, some had gone missing from our warehouses and still to this day, none of us fucking know where it went, we’re only assuming Cheryl took it,” he sighs, “Dealing with that shit, while good for our bank accounts wasn’t good for us. ”
I try not to flinch again, I was the one who took it, and fuck, I am ashamed.
It was just after I found out about Mama and her crap, finding out she used me as bait to keep her husband.
I don’t even know what I was thinking but one moment I’m fucking some bitch and the next, I’m snorting coke up my nose from between her tits after I eyed it on a run and grabbed a bag without thinking.
I did that for a good four months while putting money in the club's accounts to pay for what I’d had taken before stopping and I haven’t done it since despite having the need for it.
I do agree with Stone, we need out of that shit, as soon as possible or preferably before I get the itch do to it again like an idiot when I’m pissed off.
“Tomorrow morning at nine, all women and kids will not be allowed to set foot inside the common room. We’ll try and have a meeting,” Doc announces, and everyone nods, including me, before his eyes come my way and I momentarily tense.
Fuck, does he know?
“Have you managed to find a waitress or waiter?” he asks with a wince, and I sigh but more with relief.
“I’ve managed to get someone part-time, so I still need to fill in the spot.
AJ and Harriet are now back from suspension after that shit I walked into.
Both are on their last warning. If they start again, then I’ll be hiring college students to take their place,” I admit, and Doc nods and asks, “Revenue?”
“Booming,” I admit, “we’re up by five percent since hiring Blue.”
The brothers all bang the table before Doc looks at Trigger, who half smiles and admits, “Rebel’s Arts is busy as fuck,” and again everyone bangs on the table.
The fucker isn’t the same after he tried to kill himself, and I know he feels guilty for what he did to Ash.
“How’s Ashley doing?” Stone asks gently, and Trigger's face melts, love etching off him.
“She’s doing amazing, considering,” he says softly, and I tilt my head.
“Considering what?” I ask because we both know she’s learning to forgive him and they’re doing alright, fuck, Ashley even melts into him now.
“Considering I tied her to the bed after she brought home a fucking dog that chased Ginger and Socks around the house, smashing glasses,” he admits with a wince, and I quickly bite my fist to stop my laughter while my brother groans, “Fuck’s sake, do I need to erase the fucking cameras at the vet’s again? ”
The brothers around the table try to hold in their laughter while Trigger sighs, “Yeah, maybe best, apparently Brit and Ash had literally snuck the dog out the back door in some crate with a blanket over it. Apparently, the owner was using it in some fighting ring. Brit knew Doc wouldn’t house another dog just yet, Ashley’s words, not mine, but yeah. ”
Trigger shakes his head with a sigh, and my laughter comes out as Doc commands, “What do you fucking mean not yet?”
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is another reason why I fucking love the single life.
Those two women, both working at the vet’s, one a vet nurse and the other an actual vet, are a recipe for disaster because the club is slowly filling with stolen fucking animals.
***
Doc bangs the gavel an hour and a half later, mumbling, “church over, I need to go have a word with my wife before she brings another animal home.”
I stand before my brother can grab hold of me and walk around the table, the brothers frowning in confusion while Doc tries to hide his laughter as Dirty calls, “You can run, but you can’t hide,” but I put my hand up and walk out of the church, just seeing the glare from my big brother.
For weeks, I’ve managed to dodge him, and I’m trying to continue that streak.
I sigh and grab my phone from Willie, the prospect I sponsored as I eye the front door and move towards it before the rest of the brothers walk out.
Normally, I’d stay for a beer, but since Dirty found out about me moving off club property—something I wish I’d done months ago—he’s been riding me.
As I walked out of church, he gave me a look that says he’s about to corner me and that is not happening, or at least I tried to make sure that wouldn’t happen but just as I get halfway through the common room, with the kids laughing nearby, my father yells, “What the fuck is this about you moving off club property?!”
The room quietens and I wince as I drop my head, stopping in my tracks.
Fuck’s sake, Dirty knew I’d run and got back up.
“Scott, what are you talking about?” Mama asks Dad, and I swallow hard.
An argument is about to happen meaning I’ll probably make a fucking big mistake and fuck Blue later, the new waitress I just hired to get my frustrations out just so I don’t try and get some coke.
A bark echoes before my dad can answer my whore of a mother, and I turn with a brow raise, seeing a sandy-colored dog that I haven’t seen before sitting near Brit.
What the fuck?
“Tinkerbell, what the fuck is that?” Doc demands, “Please fucking tell me that is the dog Trigger was just talking about?!”
Brit smiles sweetly, her sapphire eyes shining with innocence and I bite down on my bottom lip.
Uh oh.
“His owner brought him in with a shock collar on, using it, then laughing. I thought he would get on really well with Max but uh, Dirty I need you to tamper with the cameras again because Pauline has no idea I have him and his owner thinks he died of a tumor,” she says sweetly and Doc growls loudly while I bite my bottom lip even harder to stop my laughter because if it comes out, Doc is going to fucking shoot me.
“Scott?” Mama questions again when Dad doesn’t answer her, too busy gawking at Brit, but to be fair, so are most of the brothers.
She stole another fucking dog, holy shit.
“Fuck,” Dad chokes in shock before shaking his head, then looks my way as he decides to announce, “Our son has handed his house keys to Doc.”
Shit.
Everyone looks my way, the dog suddenly forgotten as Brit stands up, shaking her head, and an uproar echoes in the common room.
Fucking hell.
I turn my head and lock eyes with Dirty, who smirks and I narrow my eyes at the fucker for opening his fucking mouth yet again. Meanwhile, Doc glares at the cute dog standing beside his old lady.
“What do you mean he handed his keys in? That is his home that we helped him build!” Mama snaps, and I roll my eyes before I look at Brit and, ignoring my mother and the brothers all glaring my way, I ask, “What is his name?”
She furrows her brows, her eyes teary before choking, “Coco.”
I nod, then call, “Coco,” and whistle for him.
He comes to me instantly, his tail wagging, and I get down to his level and gently run my fingers on either side of his head as he sits before me.
“You want to come home with me, boy?” I ask quietly, and the dog licks my hand as Brit sniffles, and I smile slightly.
“Brother, I could fucking kiss you,” Doc mutters, and I snort, “Sorry, Pres, I don’t go that way,” and he laughs, but no one else does, and I sigh, “I’m only a five minute ride away, brothers,” but not one nods or smiles.
Fucking Dirty!
“How selfish and ungrateful can you be?” Mama snaps, and I tense as I slowly stand and raise a brow at the woman who birthed me while Coco stays near my feet, clearly choosing me as his owner.
I’d rather a dog than a fucking woman like my mother in my life.
“Selfish and ungrateful?” I sneer, “I’m the one who bought the land off the club, I’m the one who paid for all the materials, all you fucking did was explain to the furniture people where I fucking wanted everything while I was stuck at the diner!
” She flinches and Dad growls, but I don’t stop, “I don’t want to live on club property, I don’t want to be near you.
I can’t be fucking bothered with the constant demand to settle down when that isn’t in my future.
If I want to move off club property, then I fucking will, it has nothing to do with you or anyone for that fucking matter considering I’m still here for the brothers! ”
Mama growls, “This is ridiculous, Ace! He’s your dad, the DNA proved it, what is your problem? Grow up and act your age instead of a fucking child!” making everyone wince, and my jaw ticks.
“What’s my problem, Honey?” I ask lowly, and everyone stills while she gasps, hurt lacing her features, but I don’t stop, instead I growl, “My problem is that you wanted to fucking abort me if he left your cheating ass before the DNA even came back!”
The brothers who didn’t know look at her in shock, while Dad drops his head in defeat. I curl my lip at the woman before looking at a shocked Brit, and I state, “I’m taking Coco,” before walking to the door without another word to anyone else.
I whistle, and the dog follows, and I head out to my bike, hoping the mutt will be alright on my tank.
***
I look at Coco sleeping on my couch in my office, and I slowly suck my lip ring into my mouth as I lean back in my chair.
Note to self: don’t ride with a fucking dog on your bike, it’s fucking unsafe.
I ended up having to ride slowly while the poor boy jogged next to me with the number of times he nearly fell off.
My phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last hour since I’ve been at the diner, and I sigh, pressing the side button to cancel the call from my dad, and I lean my head back and close my eyes.
The plan was to have a quick fuck to get my frustrations out, but instead I came to my office with the damn dog, hoping he’ll stop me from wanting to nip to the warehouse and have a line of fucking coke.
My own mother called me selfish, told me to grow up.
“Ace?” Blue says, and I look up near the doorway to see her eyeing me up and down, and yeah, my cock twitches in my jeans, but for once, I’m using my brain and not moving.
I need an angry fuck, I know this, but I won’t go there with this woman.
“What can I do for you, Blue?” I ask as politely as I can while I try not to eye her light blue uniform dress unzipped near her breast, the swells visible.
“I overheard Harriet saying you like to fuck when angry and I’m really, really horny,” she husks, and fuck, I’m tempted, so tempted.
I can picture it now already, her lying over my desk, her ass in the air as I thrust inside it while thrusting four fingers in her soaking wet pussy, but as Coco growls, shocking Blue, I state, “I don’t fuck my employees, get back to work if you are not here regarding work-related issues.”
I look down and switch on my laptop, dismissing her before I hear her huff and storm out of my office. I sigh with relief before I bring up the schedule for the next month.
I need to start doing shit differently, and as much as I would love to fuck Blue, I know I need to put my business first. Later I’ll go to the bar and find an easy lay there after taking Coco home.
I can’t shit where I fucking eat anymore, even if my dick is complaining right now and I’m barely holding on by a thread with my anger.