Seven
Welcome to the shit show. It's not a stretch to believe the family drama is only beginning. Bellamy, and possibly her brother, will be as much of a handful as Prez’s other kids. Bellamy is trouble. That much is clear. How she walks, talks, and acts says it all. While her taking Bull down was impressive and has me wondering who the hell she is because ordinary women don’t carry around a Glock and can take down a bad motherfucker like Bull without breaking a sweat. Bull’s not a man to be trifled with, and seeing him taken down the way he was a sight. As the mother chapter Enforcer, he had to be tough as shit and willing to do whatever it took to protect not only this club but all clubs under the LSMC colors. So, I know he didn’t go easy on Bellamy. She bested him. I chuckle, knowing Bull won’t live that shit down.
Walking into the clubhouse, I adjusted myself. Apparently, I’m attracted to crazy, but only bad bitch crazy, not clingy crazy. The way this woman has me twisted up isn’t usual for me. Usually, I prefer submissive women. Or at least that’s what I thought. Call me an asshole, but that’s been my preference. I’m a man's man. Pound on my chest and call me Alpha type of man. I enjoy dominating my women in all ways, not just in the bedroom. And I have a feeling that dominating her won’t go over well.
My eyes strayed back to her more than once from the minute she walked into the clubhouse. From the moment our eyes met I knew there was something. Something that drew me to her and piqued my interest. It wasn’t just because she was attractive. It was something else. It was in how she watched the room and carried herself while surrounded by debauchery. It was clear she wasn’t here for a good time. Now here we are, with her brand of crazy, the kind that has kept my dick hard as shit. Prez's daughter or not, that girl has a hold on me. Just thinking about dominating Bellamy has me harder than steel. I know, without a doubt, I’m fucked.
I shake my head, trying to think of anything else besides the little tornado I want to wreck. That chick is bat shit crazy, and it’s clear as day she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Watching her acclimate to being a club princess will be one hell of a show. Unlike her younger sister, who revels in it, she’ll run from that title like her ass is on fire. Now, that. Seeinghow the two club princesses deal with this new family dynamic will be interesting. Princess isn’t known for sharing. And Bellamy, with only knowing her from one interaction, doesn’t seem like she’d be the one to bow down to her younger sibling. Now that’s a show I’d buy tickets to. I chuckle, and it has a few brothers looking at me as I continue on my path.
Want to talk about crazy? Princess is on a whole other level, that's for damn sure. Scanning the room, looking for either her or Vex. When I find the little shit Vex, he’s getting off in the furthest, darkest corner. You never see that boy in this room without a club girl attached. He’s the MC’s playboy, which is a feat because we are all fucking horny bastards. That unofficial title is a bone of contention between him and his pops. According to Prez, pussy can be too distracting for Vex, mainly when he should be focused on club shit. Prez is all for getting off, but Vex has let things slide one too many times, prioritizing his dick getting wet over doing what’s asked of him. And that has Prez all up and through his shit.
Making eye contact with him, his brow furrows. It surprises me that neither he nor Princess was out front while shit went down. Usually, those two are in the middle of shit, especially Princess and her nosy ass. Vex stares up at me once I reach him. His brow raises. I’m sure the look in my eyes is making it clear some shit has been or is going down.
Sitting up a little straighter. Vex eyes me cautiously. “What’s going on, VP? What was all the commotion out front? I heard it was some chick losing her shit. I was told you and Pops were handling it when I was making my way out there. So I hung back.” Wise man, I nod. Taking in his explanation, he answered the unasked question.
Staring down at him, I give a look that says, are you fucking for real, and shake my head. I’m not trying to explain why he should focus more on the club's safety than getting off. Even if he was told all was well, he still should have shown his face. I sigh, rub my hand over my bald head, and stare at him in exasperation. When confusion mars his pretty boy face, I huff at how slow this kid’s in on the uptake sometimes.
“Your pops wants to see you in his office,” I say with no inflection. Let the little shit sweat. He looks at me, surprise written on his face. Prez rarely calls meetings when we’re partying. So, the fact that he has means something serious is going down. And that has him tensing slightly. Having him rethinking his decisions tonight.
“You ain't did shit wrong, kid. At least not yet.” I chuckle and watch as relief crosses his face. “Have you seen your sister?” I ask before he questions me on why his pops wants to see him.
He releases a breath, visibly relaxing in his seat. His eyes stay trained on mine as questions swirl in them. When he sees what he’s looking for, relief floods him. Eyes leaving mine, he looks around the room. When his eyes stop and focus on something or someone behind me, I know he’s found her. And I already know what’s caught his attention. Princess is undoubtedly doing some dumb shit to get my attention. There is no need to turn around to find out what that is. I let out an annoyed breath.
Vex chuckles, knowing how much I don’t want to deal with her or her shit. Knowing he’s not in the hot seat, he’s quick to switch up and give me shit about his sister. Earlier, I played nice with her ass. Vex and a few brothers know I humor her and hate doing it, so he finds it hilarious to torment me about her and her always wanting on my dick. Case in point. The mischievous glint in his eyes right now.
“Well… Tazzie, she’s at the bar sneaking glances at you, flirting with some new dick.” Vex gives me a chin lift while sending me a knowing look. “You better get over there before she takes shit too damn far.” He growls the last part out when he sees what I do. Yeah, it’s all fun and games until she gets too handsy. Now, it’s my turn to send him a knowing look. Fucker.
Princess loves to play games and mark her imaginary territory, especially on nights like tonight. Talking too close to me, wrapping her arms around me, and giggling. Fucking hell, the damn giggling grates on my damn nerves. I put up with it out of respect for her, Pops, my Prez. I’m not one to disrespect the club princess, even though it would make my life much easier if I did. Maybe then she’d get a fucking clue and back the fuck off.
At that, I laugh because short of me claiming an ol’ lady that ain’t her, she ain’t ever going to back off. She’s admitted as much and probably won’t back off even after I claim my woman. Flashes of the little tornado come to mind, and my dick gets rock hard. I shift my stance, adjusting myself. I need to get this motherfucker under control before dealing with her. The last thing I need is Princess thinking she’s the reason I’m wound up.
My eyes catch hers when I shift my stance to look over my shoulder. She’s giving me come fuck me eyes. A grunt of annoyance rattles in my chest at knowing I’ll have to go over there and deal with her ass. That damn girl is relentless. Vex stands, chuckling, knowing how much I fucking hate dealing with Princess. He has had a lifetime of watching her be her.
“I'll meet you over there.” Pointing to the hall that leads to the offices.
He pats me on my back as he walks by and says good luck under his breath as he steps around me. I sigh because I’ll need it and the strength to deal with his sister.
Letting out a sigh of resignation, I make my way over to Princess. A triumphant smile blossoms, and her eyes light up at my approach. I scoff at how ridiculous she is with this shit. It has never worked and never will.
The guy that came with Bellamy watches as I approach. There is amusement in his eyes and a smirk on his face. He reads the situation for what it is. Princess is playing games. The girl is that damn obvious with her bullshit that even a perfect stranger can smell the desperation rolling off of her. It's the accidental touches, fluttering lashes, and tit grazes that make it obvious as fuck what she’s doing. And let us not forget how not-so-subtle she is when she looks over her shoulder to see if I’m paying attention. I don’t care who she flirts with or fucks, never will. The part of me that gives a little bit of a shit is because of my status as VP.
The scowl I give the guy that she’s talking to is half-hearted. Again, as the VP, I have to pretend that I give a shit. Being as it may, I don't know this dude, and until I do, I'll keep my eye on him. My job is and always will be to protect my own, as is my duty, even if my own is desperate for my dick.
Returning my attention to Princess, she leans back into the bar, pushing her tits out. I don’t spare them a glance as I look her in her eyes and nowhere else. Her eyes flash with frustration and annoyance at my lack of response. She quickly collects herself and looks up at me with seduction in her eyes. She reaches out to me, and I don’t stop her, but I don’t react when she runs her hand up my arm. Her eyes glitter as she gives me a teasing smirk, and I don’t respond again.
The thing is… she’s been playing this game for a long damn time, and it simply doesn't work. I have no plans to go there, not in the way she wants. One, because she's crazy as shit. And not in an Aww! She’s a keeper, crazy. But a bitch is whack-a-mole crazy, crazy. That shit’s not my thing. I don’t have that kind of patience. Two, she's Prez's girl and a no-go for me. It’s not necessarily a hard and fast rule for the club. It's just one I set for myself. We’re not cut from the same cloth. One drunken night has put shit in her head. It wasn’t anything heavy, and it was a big fucking mistake. One I don’t plan on repeating. I’ve regretted that shit every time I’ve had to deal with her ass. Her shit is getting to be a little much, her constant need to lay claim. Or the weird ass shit she does to make me jealous, which has become an annoying nuisance.
Me and her real talk, real life, are not fucking happening.
Since that fucked up night, she’s made it her mission to warn off all the club girls and hang-arounds. Telling them I plan to make her my ol’ lady. Which is the furthest thing from the truth. Yes, I may use her obsession with me to my advantage a time or two, and only in dire situations where a chick didn’t get the hint that one night meant just that. I know I shouldn’t, but her brand of crazy keeps chicks from clinging to me, and for that, I’m grateful. Is it an asshole move to use her like that? Maybe. Especially since I'm not giving in to her foolishness, but I’ll accept the benefits of her being crazy.
Prez knows it all. I don’t keep secrets from him. He was pissed, but he knew me, and I’d never take advantage of her. He also knows how she can be stubborn and greedy. She's just like her mother. Nothing and no oneis off limits. As I told Prez, what happened, happened. I have no plans to take it further or claim her. I need her ass to take the hint. Being ten years older than her and being the club's VP, I know we aren’t compatible. She doesn’t have the temperament to be with me like I would need my woman to be. I’ve even tried to use that fact as my reasoning to keep her desperate ass at a distance. It hasn’t worked. She swears she can handle what I do for the club. Even though few outside of the officers know what that is.
I sigh, and my eyes narrow as she continues, trying to get a reaction out of me. See, she’s relentless.
“Princess.”
“Tazzie,” she purrs.
My face is impassive. My eyes narrow in warning. She changes tactics when I still don’t respond how she wants me to. She shifts, taking her eyes off me and looking at her target. The calculation in her eyes has me letting out a breath of annoyance. Because in the next moment, she makes another idiotic attempt to make me jealous. She runs her talon-like nails over the forearm resting on the bar. Her response from him is a smirk and a shake of his head. Understanding the game, he continues to watch on, taking a few pulls of his beer, eyes bouncing back and forth between Princess and me. Looking over to him and ignoring Princess, I extend my hand. Our eyes lock, and his smirk turns into an understanding smile.
“We haven't officially met. Taz, VP of Lucifer's Saints MC mother chapter.” He shakes my hand without hesitation. Give him a little squeeze; lesser men would react to it, but not this guy. He only smirks in response.
“Pain Prince... yeah, that's my actual name. Take it up with my parents. I’m the left-hand man and cousin to the Goddess of Death. And... the guy they call to… well, bring the pain.” He chuckles and then winks toward Princess, who stares at him wide-eyed.
Oh shit.
It takes everything in me to school my features. I try not to show my reaction to his mentioning the Goddess of Death Because, in our circles, even if the moniker is corny as shit, she’s a well-known assassin. She’s known for her style of killing. Supposedly, the only reason the kills are attributed to her is how the targets are found. She usually takes them out in their homes, which is difficult because many are high profile and have security up the ass. But she does it, in and out, without ever getting caught. Her targets are left in the center of their beds on their knees, head down, hands bound and outstretched. It is said she takes them to church. Knowing who her father is and their last name, I shouldn’t find humor in it. But that is some funny shit.
To have this fucker glaze over that shit has me on alert. Because she has been active for nearly a decade, and her identity has been unknown. So, he either knows who I am or… Fuck, I don’t know. But I am smart enough not to ask questions or respond. Without acknowledging my shock, he continues, but the smirk on his face lets me know he knows I caught what he said and who he just outed.
Pointing to the other two he came with.
“That's Rocket Prince, my brother, an explosives expert. And that is our cousin and Bella's baby sister, Sinclair Petrov, our gymnast sneaky kitten extraordinaire.” The girl stares daggers at Pain. “Just call me Sin,” with a salute, acknowledging our introduction. I nod before she snaps her head to the hang-around she was talking with. Notice that every few seconds, her eyes scan the room. Not sure if she is monitoring the room to ensure shit isn’t about to go down, or if she’s looking for someone. Rocket, on the other hand, gives me a chin lift and carries on with his drink, staring straight ahead with those crazy eyes of his. Oh yeah, that fucker is a unique brand of crazy altogether. That much is clear; I clocked that shit in the parking lot when he was petting his fucking rocket launcher.
“Nice to meet you all,” I say.
Turning from them and focusing my attention back on Princess, her brows are furrowed and her eyes bounce between me and the trio. She doesn't know what the hell we are talking about. And that’s what the fuck I mean. She isn’t in this shit. Her knowledge of our world is surface level. Her Pops has done her no favors, keeping her in the dark.
“Princess, your Pops would like a word with you in his office,” I say, needing to get this shit handled and her where she needs to be.
Brows furrowed, concern and curiosity replaced the sultry look she gave me. Her shoulders slump when she looks into my eyes, and she sighs when I give her nothing. She gives me a jerky nod without a word, spins on her heels, and takes off toward her father's office, with me trailing behind her.
Making eye contact with Turbo, the MC's other Enforcer, I give a chin lift. He knows without me saying what I want him to do. He gets up and trails behind me, Princess, and Vex. He’ll stand outside so we aren’t disturbed. Or be backup just in case shit gets ugly. With how my tornado took Bull down, I’m not leaving shit to chance. And yes, she is mine. Don’t know how I know. It’s just a gut feeling.
And I never ignore my gut.
As always, Princess barges into Prez’s office. Her eyes widen when she looks around the room and scowls when she sees she’s not the only chick in the office.
Prez is behind his desk, looking worse for wear, as he turns in his chair. It is a stark contrast to his happier state from earlier. Bull looks murderous. It’s his go-to look, not much different from his day-to-day. I catch Bellamy's face in the window reflection. She’s giving off an air of nonchalance, waiting for everyone to get situated.
Damn, she's beautiful. I try to think about anything I can to keep from getting hard, which seems to be the norm when in her presence. Me sporting a hard cock with his daughters in the room will piss Prez the fuck off.
Princess and Vex stand at the door, taking in everything. And I can see them trying to figure out what is happening and who the girl in the chair is.
Closing the door behind me, I move around the twins and stand closer to Bellamy. My eyes find Gunners. He and I have a moment of silent communication before I speak, “Turbo is outside, Prez, just making it so we aren't disturbed.”
He nods, and I go to the other side of the room, which holds a meeting table and chairs. We use this area when it's only the club officer's meeting.
“Princess... Vex. Take a seat.” Prez says with a sigh.