12. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Ginger
One Week Later
I didn’t know how they’d managed it, but the two bedrooms once belonging to Bronx and Reno were now an apartment. They’d put French doors between the bedroom and living room, and I’d hung sheer curtains over them. We could open the doors to make the space seem larger, or shut them if we wanted to make it more cozy. The club had completed the kitchen yesterday. Memphis, Bronx, and Reno had all worked on it. While we didn’t have full-size appliances, we did have an RV sized fridge, stove, and oven, with minimum cabinet and counter space, but at least it was ours.
Both men were in Church again, and had mentioned having a beer with the club afterwards. So I’d stretched out on the loveseat and been devouring books. They’d installed a small bookshelf for me, and after I’d given them a list of authors and titles I liked, Bronx had gone to the bookstore and come back with two bags of books. Reno also ordered an e-reader for me, then he’d let me load forty books to it. Sadly, I’d already gone through nearly half the ones they’d bought me.
The girls were giving me space. Even after our talk, I could tell they didn’t feel comfortable around me now. They had drawn a line between us. They were still serving the club, while I had two men claim me. I didn’t understand why it made me better than them. I’d been in their shoes not long ago. What difference did it make? Sure, the guys ordered a property cut for me, and I loved it. But why did it make me more special than the others?
It bothered me. I’d barely fit in to begin with. Now it felt like I didn’t have friends again. It made me wonder if I could play matchmaker and get one of the other men in the club to claim someone. Except I didn’t think they’d go for it. If they felt anything for those women, wouldn’t they have done something by now?
A knock sounded at the door, and I went to answer it. KiKi stood on the other side, seeming more tense than usual. I stepped back and let her in. She hadn’t been by in a few days, and I’d figured she’d sided with the others.
“What’s wrong, KiKi?” I asked.
“I need your help.”
I motioned for her to sit. Before I joined her, I got two sodas from the fridge and handed her one. She popped the top and took several gulps. I noticed her hand shook. What the hell was going on? I’d never seen KiKi this rattled before.
“You’re worrying me,” I said.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, if you tell me the problem, maybe I can help you find a solution.” I wanted to give her a hug, but wasn’t sure if she’d accept one. Instead, I waited to see what she’d say next. We sat in silence for several minutes before she took a shuddering breath.
“I fucked up.” She took another swallow of her drink. “I missed a few doses of my birth control. Even though the guys use condoms, I still ended up… pregnant.”
She nearly whispers the last word, and I could feel her fear and anguish. There was no way of knowing who the father might be. And I didn’t know if anyone in the club would be eager to claim the baby as theirs. For that matter, would they make her leave? I remembered KiKi didn’t have anywhere to go. She used this place as a safe haven, much like I had.
“Do you want to keep it?” I asked. I knew I’d give anything to have a baby with Bronx and Reno, but it didn’t mean KiKi would want one. Especially since she was still one of the club girls and not an old lady like me. Her situation was far from ideal right now.
“I do,” she said softly. “I didn’t think I could have kids. I know I’m not getting any younger, and I can’t be a club girl forever. But what am I going to do? I don’t have a way to provide for myself, much less a kid. And there’s no way Vegas or Houston will let me stay here. Not unless I’m useful.”
I wanted to asked if she’d been with all the men, or only a few. It would give me an idea of who could be the potential father. If it was Vegas, she was right about being screwed. I didn’t think the man had a caring bone in his body. The only thing that seemed to motivate him was money. He didn’t care about the girls, only his club. Unfortunately, he didn’t see the girls as being a part of the club, but more as a commodity for him to use as he saw fit.
“What do you want to do, KiKi? Do you want me to help you find a job outside the club? You can’t be far along yet. Maybe we could get a doctor to say you can’t have sex for the next few weeks. It would buy you some time to get things in place.”
She closed her eyes and hung her head. “I don’t have any job skills, Ginger. Not unless you count being a stripper or a whore. I excel at both. And while I know I could make good money stripping, I’ll be showing in a few months. It’s not a long-term solution.”
“Why don’t you stay here until Bronx and Reno get back? We can talk to them and see if they have any ideas. I know you’re scared, but I promise we’ll help you if we can. You aren’t alone, KiKi.”
I gave in to the impulse to hug her, and she let me. It took a few hours before Bronx and Reno returned. To say they were surprised to find KiKi in our apartment was an understatement, but they took it in stride.
“Good to see you still have a friend around here,” Reno said. “I was worried the girls wouldn’t want to talk to you anymore.”
KiKi’s cheeks flushed, and I knew if she hadn’t needed my help, she probably wouldn’t have come to see me today. It hurt, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it right now. We had bigger issues to deal with.
“KiKi needs our help, but if she tells you what’s going on, you have to keep it between the four of us right now,” I said.
Bronx shook his head. “No can do, Ginger. She’s club property, which means if it impacts the club, then we have to tell Vegas or Houston. There’s no getting around it.”
I saw KiKi wipe a tear from her cheek before she stood, and I knew the moment Bronx realized she’d been cried. His eyes went wide, and he took a step back. He’d probably never seen her so heartbroken before. It made me angry, since I knew he would help her right now. If he wanted to.
“Bronx. Reno.” I folded my arms. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you she needs our help. I can’t sit back and do nothing. She’s in trouble and doesn’t know what to do.”
“Fine. Then tell us what’s going on and we’ll go from there,” Reno said.
I told them the basics while KiKi sat in silence. When I’d finished, the silence in the room was deafening. I hoped I hadn’t fucked up and done something I shouldn’t have. What if they went and told the club, anyway? I reached over to take KiKi’s hand, giving her my support. My men eyed us both before seeming to come to a decision.
“We won’t say anything for now, but you need out of this club,” Bronx said. “We’ll help in any way we can, as long as it won’t get us, or Ginger, in trouble. Understood?”
KiKi nodded. “Thank you. All of you.”
“Go get some rest,” Reno said. “Tell the guys you don’t feel well and need the night off. I’m sure they won’t have a problem with it. Maybe go to Houston. He seems to have softened a little these days.”
KiKi left, and I stared at my men, feeling proud to be theirs. I knew they’d help her! They might be part of a motorcycle club, and maybe they’d done some bad things, but they were good men. The best. And I was honored they’d chosen me.
“I love you,” I told them. “So much.”
Reno winked. “We love you too, Ginger.”
I crooked my finger at them and backed into the bedroom. “Then come and prove it.”
I watched my men file in after me, their eyes hungry for what they'd come to expect from me. I hadn't disappointed them yet, and I wasn't about to start now.
Reno locked the door behind them and leaned against it, his thick cock straining against his jeans. I walked up to him slowly, running my hands over his chest as I stood on my tiptoes to press my lips against his neck.
"You want it rough tonight?" I whispered seductively. "You know I can take it."
He groaned and tilted my chin up, his lips crashing down on mine hungrily. His tongue dove deep into my mouth, tasting me as he claimed me as his own.
Meanwhile, Bronx circled us like a predator stalking its prey, his eyes never leaving 'his' woman locked in a passionate embrace with his brother. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough and demanding.
"Bedroom," he ordered, pointing towards the door behind me. "Now."
I nodded obediently and allowed Reno to sweep me off my feet and into his strong arms. We moved across the room together, our bodies pressed tightly against each other along the way. When we reached the bed, Reno let me slide down his body until my knees hit the mattress softly. He followed suit, pinning me underneath his massive frame as he hovered over me.
Bronx stepped forward, his gaze hard as he looked at both of us on the bed. Without a word, he unbuckled his belt before pulling off his pants and underwear in one swift move. His cock sprung free, long and already thick with desire.
Reno chuckled darkly as he watched Bronx's display of dominance. "You're going to love this," he murmured, leaning down to kiss my neck as one of his hands reached between my legs.
I moaned at the sensation as he spread my wetness around his fingers. "Oh god yes," I begged breathlessly. "Please fuck me...both of you."
Bronx smirked and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself beside Reno and I. He grabbed a fistful of Reno's hair and pulled him up for a rough kiss before guiding Reno's cock to my opening.
"Your turn," he growled, pushing Reno's hips forward so that he entered me slowly but surely.
I arched my back off the bed, taking him in with ease as I felt myself stretched by Reno’s size. Bronx leaned down to capture one of my nipples between his teeth, sending shivers down my spine as he suckled hungrily.
"Fuck," Reno groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he filled me completely with each thrust.
Bronx reached over and grabbed my other breast, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises later. I moaned in pleasure at the pain-induced arousal coursing through my body.
Reno took what he wanted without hesitation. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, knowing they wouldn't let me peak until they were ready for me.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of taking Reno’s cock deep inside me, Bronx suddenly pushed Reno off me. I whimpered in disappointment but couldn't protest when Bronx crawled up my body until he was hovering above me, his cock at my entrance.
"You're mine now," he growled, sliding in deep. Each hard thrust sent waves of pleasure through me as he claimed me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching my back off the bed as I felt him hit my sweet spot over and over again. Bronx's hands found my wrists, holding them above my head as he took control.
He thrust into me with ferocity, his hips slapping against mine in rhythm with our shared pleasure. It was messy and primal, but it was exactly what we needed.
With one final push, Bronx let out a hoarse cry as he emptied himself inside me. I still felt his cock twitching inside me, when Reno shoved at his shoulder.
“Asshole, I didn’t get to finish.”
Bronx flashed him a smile. Pulling out of my pussy, he leaned over and took Reno’s cock into his mouth, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed. I leaned up on my elbows to watch them. Reno tipped his head back as Bronx worked his cock with his lips and tongue.
Reno reached down to hold Bronx’s head still as he thrust into his mouth. Once. Twice. Then he groaned as he came. Bronx swallowed Reno’s cum, then licked at his cock before sitting up.
“Fucking hell,” Reno muttered. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”
I was still breathless when the phone rang. Reno, who was closest, reached for it with a groan.
"Yeah?" he answered, his voice rough. He listened for a moment, then stiffened, suddenly alert. "We'll be right there."
"What is it?" Bronx asked, already pulling on his jeans.
"Houston wants us. Says it's urgent." Reno's eyes met mine. "He didn't say what about."
My stomach twisted. I knew what this was about. "KiKi."
"We don't know that," Bronx said, but his tone lacked conviction.
I scrambled into my clothes, heart pounding. "I'm coming with you."
"Ginger—" Reno started.
"No. She came to me for help. I'm not sitting here wondering what's happening."
They exchanged a look but didn't argue further. Five minutes later, we were walking down the hallway to Houston's office. The club was quieter than usual, with only a few members lingering at the bar. I spotted Vegas leaning against the wall outside Houston's door, his expression unreadable.
My heart sank. This was definitely about KiKi.
Houston looked up when we entered, his face grim. KiKi sat in a chair across from his desk, eyes red-rimmed but dry now. She'd been crying, but she'd pulled herself together.
"Shut the door," Houston said.
Bronx closed it behind us, and the click seemed unnaturally loud.
"You want to tell me why KiKi here is refusing club duties tonight?" Houston's gaze shifted between my men. "And why she specifically asked for you two when I pushed for answers?"
I stepped forward. "It was my idea—"
"I didn't ask you," Houston cut me off, but without real heat. "I'm asking my brothers."
"With all due respect," Reno said carefully, "this is a delicate situation."
"A delicate situation I should have been informed about immediately," Houston replies. "Vegas overheard KiKi being sick in the bathroom. When he asked what was wrong, she panicked and said she needed to talk to you two."
I glanced at Vegas, who was studying his fingernails with feigned indifference.
"She's pregnant," Bronx said finally. "And scared."
Houston leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. "Jesus Christ."
"I'll leave," KiKi said suddenly. "I know the rules. I'll pack my things tonight."
"No one's saying that," Houston replied, surprising me. "Who's the father?"
KiKi looked at the floor. "I don't know for sure."
A heavy silence filled the room. I could almost see the calculations happening behind Houston's eyes—how this would affect the club, what Vegas would say, what the other members would think. I also wondered why Kii had lied. She at least had an idea of who’s baby it was. Did she think she could hide it forever?
The door opened behind us, and Vegas stepped inside. His cold eyes swept over KiKi before landing on Houston.
"So what's the verdict?" Vegas asked, his voice clipped.
"We're discussing it," Houston replies.
Vegas snorted. "Not much to discuss. Club rules are clear."
I felt my temper flare. "She's a person, not a piece of property you can just throw away."
"Actually," Vegas said, turning his icy gaze on me, "that's exactly what she is. Club property. And damaged goods now."
KiKi flinched at his words, and I stepped closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"That's enough," Bronx said, his voice low and dangerous.
Vegas raised an eyebrow. "You challenging me, brother?"
"No one's challenging anyone," Houston interjected, standing up. "This is my clubhouse too. If you’re going to be hotheaded, then I'll make the call."
"Your clubhouse too," Vegas repeated slowly. "Did you forget I’m the President?"
The tension in the room was suffocating. I watched Houston's jaw clench as he stared Vegas down.
"One month," Houston finally said. "She gets one month to figure out her next steps. During that time, she's off rotation."
Vegas’ face darkened. "She's costing us money."
"I'll work the bar," KiKi said quickly. "I can still be useful. Please."
I squeezed her shoulder, proud of her for speaking up.
"Fine," Vegas spat. "One month. Then she's gone." He pointed at me while looking at Reno and Bronx. "And keep your old lady out of club business from now on."
He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
"Thank you," KiKi whispers to Houston.
He nodded once, then looked at Bronx and Reno. "You two should have come to me first."
"We just found out ourselves," Reno said. "We were going to bring it to you tomorrow."
Houston didn't look convinced, but he let it go. "Get her settled for the night. We'll figure out the bar schedule tomorrow."
As we left his office, I felt both relieved and anxious. A month wasn't long, but it was something. Time to make a plan.
"You can stay with us tonight," I told KiKi as we walked back to our apartment. "I'll sleep on the couch."
"No," Bronx said firmly. "She can have the couch. You're not giving up our bed."
I started to argue, but KiKi touched my arm. "The couch is fine, Ginger. Really."
Once we were back in our apartment, Reno grabbed beers for himself and Bronx and a soda for me. KiKi declined anything, saying her stomach was still unsettled. I had a feeling it would be a long night. Hopefully, things would look better tomorrow.