Chapter 8 Bread #2
“I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit.” I lifted my foot and brought it down. “Nigga, if you ever touch her again, I will kill your bitch ass.” I leaned down so that he could clearly see my face. “Do we have an understanding?” After he nodded, I gave him one more hit to put his ass to sleep.
I was done here. Angela rushed to his side with all her whore tears.
The whole debacle of Melanie cheating and Lawrence not being the father of their youngest had nothing to do with me.
That shit was fucked up if it were true.
Again, that shit didn’t have anything to do with me.
I was here to protect Melanie, for the sake of our daughter only.
A Short Time Later
Changes Made . . .
Life was one of the most temperamental bitches that I knew. It did what it wanted to do regardless of how you felt about it. In my mind, I thought the ordeal with Melanie would not have a major effect on my life, but at last, it did.
When we got to the hospital after I paid Melanie’s bitch ass husband a visit, Hestia told us that she did have surgery.
The doctors said that with the extent of the injuries, they were surprised that she lasted long enough for my baby to get to her so that she could get medical attention.
Several hours of surgery was needed and an almost month stay in the hospital.
When Melanie was finally able to speak with the police, I didn’t think that she would tell them the truth about what happened. The girls must have spoken to her beforehand. Not only did Melanie tell the police what happened, but she provided home video footage of the incident.
The irony of it all was that when the police went to arrest Lawrence on the charge of family violence aggravated battery, they didn’t have to go far.
His ass was already a patient at the hospital for injuries he sustained during a robbery.
A damn shame that whoever fucked him up broke his rib, nose, and the frontal bone of his eye socket.
The courts didn’t take nicely to domestic violence and gave him a high bond. Like the dummy she was, Angela bailed his ass out. Now we were waiting for the court date. A restraining order was served as well.
It was hard as hell when we broke the news to Eloise.
She wanted to be near her mother, like I knew she would.
What I didn’t expect was for my mother to suggest that Melanie move to Charlotte so that she could be closer to our daughter.
I argued that she was fine at her mother’s house.
My mother countered that as long as Eloise was worried about her mother’s safety, she would be distracted in other areas of her life.
When I talked to Hestia about it, I knew that her ass would agree with me in the thought that Melanie was fine at her mother’s house.
Well, damn my woman and her soft ass heart.
Not only did she agree with my mother, but she used her connections to help get Melanie a job, childcare, and a damn apartment.
I learned just how women on a mission could pull shit together in less than a month.
I would be annoyed if Eloise wasn’t so happy to have her mother and brothers close.
“Bread, I don’t know how the fuck you were able to get this sponsorship. Thank you, brother,” AJ said before he dapped me.
We just completed our monthly meeting at the KOKs’ clubhouse.
Every year, we held a gala to support an organization that focused on teaching music to underprivileged children.
It was the same organization that Dindi’s mother worked with when she was alive.
I was able to secure Washington-Smith Brokerage Firm and Leota Fitness and Fight as a sponsor this year at the platinum level.
The platinum level sponsors donated $10,000 to the event. This was the first year that we had this level of sponsorship. “Man, no thank you needed. It’s for a good ass cause, so they didn’t think twice.”
The 501c3 arm of our bike club threw the gala, technically. Before I came along, this chapter didn’t have a non-profit arm, but they still held this gala annually. Once we officially started the non-profit, the event elevated.
“This year is going to be amazing. Oh, my baby said thank you for suggesting that investment property. She just got her first booking from someone who wanted to use it for a girls’ weekend,” he told me.
I smiled because I knew that property would be gold for her. Lake Wylie was a gem that a lot of people overlooked. I owned a rental home there myself that gave me great income during the late spring, summer, and early fall.
“That’s what’s up. Aye, how do you think the Kitties are going to take it when they find out that they are going to be disbanded and not recognized? I was surprised like hell to see that on the meeting agenda,” I confessed.
We received our agenda for our meetings the day before the meeting.
When I pulled it up and saw that King’s Kitties disbandment was on the agenda as new business, I almost fell out of my seat.
From my understanding, they had been a thing for over sixty years.
I had never been so excited to hear the discussion.
The motion was brought to the floor by one of the female KOK riders.
Wait, I should call them by their new name.
Queens of Kings (QOK) was what they were officially named in our bylaws.
That change came last month, and it was welcomed.
They were not a separate club, but they did deserve some distinction as the women of the club.
The QOKs felt that now there was no need for an auxiliary to exist since women were now able to join the bike club officially.
They brought forth amazing discussion on how the actions of the Kitties had been detrimental to the club in the past and could continue to be so.
Things did become tense during discussion when Aaron’s ex-wife was brought up.
By the end of the discussion, the majority agreed to have the auxiliary disbanded.
AJ rubbed his hand down his face. “I know it’s going to be a lot of hurt hos. Some may even be on some ‘you can’t disband us’ bullshit, but we can. KOK actually owns the trademark for the name.”
“You think any of them will just try to join the club? That, to me, seems like it would be the most logical thing to do.” In my opinion, the Kitties should have been disbanded when the bylaws changed to allow women into the club.
His shoulders lifted. “I think the non-problematic ones will. Not all the Kitties are hos, just the majority. The others will just bitch and moan. If any of the whores try to join, I doubt the QOK would let it happen.”
I could see that. We spoke for a few more minutes before I said my goodbyes. My house alarm told me that Hestia had come in. Her ass was supposed to be at work. Eloise was with her mother and brothers today.
It was a shame that Lawrence hadn’t tried to see his sons.
It turned out to be a lie that the youngest wasn’t his.
The way he spoke about it, you would have thought that he had the boy tested.
Nope! He took the word of his mistress. Those quiet ones were sneaky.
Sometimes that could be a good or a bad thing.
On my ride home, I checked the cameras in my house. Hestia had taken a shower and was now in my bed. My baby was not a ‘in the middle of the day nap’ kind of girl unless she had to be. If she was in bed, then for some reason, she felt she had to be.
Before I got home, I stopped to get my baby her favorite meal. Outside of her LEGO and my dick, food always made her feel better. There may have been nothing wrong with her, but just in case, I wanted to have my bases covered.
I set the food down on the island countertop in the kitchen, put my messenger bag on the couch, then went straight to my bedroom.
Her idle beauty stopped me at the bedroom door.
I watched her sleep peacefully and thought about if I really wanted to wake her.
Even if I didn’t wake her, I wanted to at least give her a kiss.
I slowly walked to her side of the bed, then lowered the top part of my body. I placed a kiss on her temple. She moaned then shifted in her body. “Come lay with me please.”
I told her I would after I took a shower. It was the quickest shower that I ever took. Once I was washed, dried, and had my lotion on, I climbed into the bed behind my baby with a pair of boxers on and my bare chest.
Hestia snuggled against me when I wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her neck, then buried my face into it. “Baby, what’s wrong? I’ve never known you to leave work early. You not feeling well?”
She shook her head. In her sleepy voice, she responded, “I know. Everyone was surprised when I left. I had to because I couldn’t stop throwing up and stuff.” She pushed back against my chest. “You got me pregnant.”
My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t say anything. Hell, I couldn’t say anything. Her soft snores and my beating heart were all that I heard. My baby is having my baby.