Chapter #2
They all stalked over, and when Nuke asked them to make sure Kourt packed her shit and left the property, the three of them smirked.
She tried to stomp her foot.
She tried to glare at me.
Hell, she even tried to lunge for me.
But Khal was there.
He wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her back.
I looked up at him and asked, “You care if I just tell everyone you're my big brother?”
He chuckled, “Works for me, lil sis.”
Nuke looked at me and lifted a brow.
I looked back at him and mimicked his lifted brow.
He chuckled, “You cool with this?”
I shrugged. “Works for me. She’s always been a bitch to me.”
Kourt started shouting.
Wolf growled, pulled a red shop rag out of his back pocket, and shoved it in her mouth.
It was quiet except for the music that was playing.
Just then, a group of women moved in our direction, and I stared as people moved out of their way.
I recognized Tempie and Agatha, but the others... I didn’t know.
Tempie winked, then said, “Ophelia is Saint’s. And so is Soraya. Nola is Xander’s. And Agatha is Merlin’s sister, whom you’ve already met.”
Agatha stepped forward and said, “So, I hear you're my niece.”
I smiled, “So, I hear you’re my aunt.”
She cackled.
Then I introduced myself, and just like it was with Grey, I fit.
I fit in so well that I couldn’t remember ever not fitting in with them.
Sure, Agatha and Tempie were older.
And so was Ophelia. But Nola and I were the same age.
But I adored Nola more when she leaned in and asked, “So... where do you shop?”
***
“You going to get in the ring?” I asked.
He nodded, “You going to kiss my boo-boos?”
I winked, “With glee.”
His eyes darkened.
I moaned.
He growled.
He handed me his kutte, followed by his tee, wallet, keys, and his black ball cap.
The girls were standing next to me, all of them holding their men’s things, and then we all seemed to look at one another, then spin, place their stuff down on the picnic table at our back, and then we spun back around, and watched.
I was clapping my hands and cheering as Grey beat the shit out of his opponent.
Then I winced as he got hit once, and then I smirked as he closelined his opponent.
Well... I smirked while my panties got damp.
Fuck me.
His eyes came to me, and he winked.
I grinned then blew him a kiss.
And my man, surrounded by a shit ton of bikers, caught it and pressed it to his lips.
Oh. My. Stars.
Just then, I turned around and grabbed his wallet, keys, shirt, and, as I moved to grab his kutte, some woman at my side spoke.
“Girl, you don’t want to do that.” I looked at the woman who had my hand mid-moving, frozen.
“Why not?” I asked her with a tilt of my head.
“No one touches a man’s colors unless it’s his ole’ lady.” The woman said.
Well, I did have my hands on it when he took it off at my house and asked me to place it on the back of one of my kitchen chairs. I also had my hands on it when I rode on the back of his bike
“Shut the hell up, Diamond. She’s his ole lady.” Ophelia growled.
Diamond’s eyes went wide, “Oh shit. Don’t mention this to Grey. Please?”
Soraya scoffed, “That’s VP to you.”
Diamond paled.
Then she looked at Kettle, who was glaring at her.
Soraya smiled. Huge.
Then Diamond ran away. Literally.
Just then, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and looked up at his face and pouted, “No boo boos.”
He smirked, “There are other parts of me that need your attention.”
“I’m out,” Soraya said hurriedly.
I giggled.
Just then, Nola was there and asked, “I wanted to ask you where you got that top? It’s delish.”
“Actually, I made this top,” I told her.
“Shut up.” She said with wonder on her face.
“Seriously. I made this top.” I said.
“Shut up. No way. It’s too freaking cute. Could you make another one?” She asked me with excitement in her eyes.
I nodded then, “Yeah, I love making clothes and such. I just need your measurements, and I’ll be happy to.”
“Wow. That’s great. Just give me the price.”
“Okay. What color would you want it in?”
She stood there as I saw her mind thinking the color options over, “How about a soft lilac?”
I grinned, “Perfect.”
Then Grey’s arm tightened around my waist, “Really?”
I looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah, the other bedroom in my house is my craft room. I love making clothes.”
He nodded, “Good thing we got a five-bedroom house then. We’re golden.”
I felt my breath stall in my lungs.
***
And yes... that night in his room at the clubhouse, he definitely had other parts that needed my attention.
***
It was two weeks later, and I had stayed the night at Grey’s place.
That night, my bladder woke me up.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked sleepily.
I smiled as I turned my head and kissed his cheek, “Bathroom.”
“Mmkay. Don’t be gone long.”
I giggled.
Once I had done my business, I glanced in the mirror and stared.
Just then, a pair of hands settled on my hips, and a chin rested on the top of my head.
“You were gone too long, baby girl.” He murmured against my neck.
“What do you see when you look at me?” I asked.
He grinned, then he sobered, realizing this moment was about my self-doubt.
And he said only a few words. A few words that said all he needed them to say.
A few words that mended some broken part inside of me, I didn’t even realize was broken.
“I see mine,” he said.
And then his hands started to roam over my body.
“I see my tits. I see my stomach. I see my fucking promised land. I see every single vein that houses the blood that flows to the heart that belongs to me.”
And then he spun me, then lifted me up on the bathroom counter.
His face was inches from mine when he whispered, “Baby girl, I see my heaven.”
Grey
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
She growled.
I chuckled.
Then another knock came.
I locked eyes with Kimber and lifted a brow.
Her response was to narrow her eyes and tighten her thighs around my waist.
I grinned.
I started forward only for a banging to start on my front door.
I growled as I kissed Kimber’s neck and then stalked through the house.
Seeing Kacie there, I was going to strangle her.
Now?
Now, of all times, she shows up?
I growled as I opened the door and snapped, “What?”
My sister looked up at me with a frown on her face, “Who in the hell pissed in your Cheerios?”
Then she pushed at my body and walked into my house.
I growled as I closed the door and followed her.
She was staring at my fridge, then she moved to my cabinets, while she left the door open.
I sighed as she opened the cabinets, because I knew what she was looking for.
And when she opened the third cabinet, I shook my head.
Cause I could have told her where it was without her raiding my kitchen.
She grabbed the bottle of vodka, twisted the cap off, and then drank from the bottle.
I glared at her as I stalked forward and closed the door to the fridge.
“Umm, hi.” I heard from the kitchen.
I took in a breath.
“Who in the hell are you?” Kacie sneered.
“Kacie,” I growled.
She glared up at me, “What? Who is this bitch in your kitchen?”
“Last warning, Kacie,” I said.
She turned her lip up in a sneer.
“Hi, umm, I’m Kimber. And you are?” Kimber said.
Damn, but I was so in love with this woman it wasn’t even funny.
“Bitch we look just alike. Who the fuck do you think I am?” Kacie scoffed bitterly.
I sighed, “She’s my sister, baby.”
Kimber nodded, then bit her lip.
“Are you hungry?” I asked Kacie.
She scoffed, “No. I don’t need to eat someone out of house and home. Not like your bitch does.”
I saw Kimber flinch.
I growled as I stepped toward Kacie. “Get out.”
“I think I’m going to go,” Kimber said.
I looked at her and sighed, knew how this was probably going to play out, then I nodded.
My first mistake.
I missed the hurt that flashed in her eyes.
Then she walked to my bedroom, came out moments later with her things, and left without sparing me a glance.
I winced.
Then I looked at Kacie and asked, “What do you want?”
“A couple hundred,” she said.
I growled, then moved to my room, tagged my wallet, pulled out what cash I had, and then... put a hundred of it back in.
Then I walked back to the kitchen and handed her seventy-five dollars.
She lifted a brow after she counted it, “Where’s the rest of it?”
I shook my head, “All I got.”
“Then let’s go to the bank,” she said as she walked to the door.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and said, “Kacie.”
She looked at me, saw that I wasn’t following her, and growled, “Are you serious? You get with some bitch and won’t help me out.”
I glared, “Don’t call her that.”
She snorted, “I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want to.”
I shrugged, “Fine. Then don’t bother coming to me when you need money next time.”
She glared, then stormed out of my house.
I stood there for a beat, and then... the look on Kimber’s face... I felt sick to my stomach.
I spun on my heel, headed to my... no, our room, and got dressed.
Fifteen minutes later, I was walking up her front walk.
I palmed the set of keys to her place in my pocket, but I hesitated to use them.
I sighed, then, before I could decide on using the key or knocking, the locks were thrown, and then the door opened in front of me.
And there she stood.
“Hey,” I whispered.
She sighed, “Hey.”
Then she moved and allowed me to come into her house.
“So that was your sister.”
I nodded, then sat down on her couch.
Then, I opened up to her.
All the way up.
I shared about our past. How things were when we were kids. How we were shuffled from home to home. How our mother’s leaving us affected Kacie. How the way foster parents acted had molded her. I told her about how I got locked up in juvie. I thought it was real and not role play.
And that... my biggest shame... Kacie hadn’t even come to court when the verdict of guilty was handed down.
She had tears in her eyes, then she said, “I’ll try to help. Okay?”
I kissed her forehead, “Thanks.”
Then I whispered, “She won’t talk to you like that again.”
Kimber didn’t reply.
My second mistake.