Chapter Twelve
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PREACH
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The boys and I are sitting around our normal table at The Kitty Kat, but I know we’re not here for the entertainment. Kidd has something on his mind, and I’m sure it has something to do with that fucker, Timmons. Ever since that bitch showed up a few days ago, shit has been heating up at the clubhouse. Something’s going down with the Mateland charter of the Renegade Sons, but I’m not sure what. I do know that it has something to do with Ice and what happened to her when she was just a kid.
“Any news?” Kidd asks Reese.
He shakes his head. “Nah, man. It’s like the motherfucker disappeared overnight. Not one brother or any of the girls has seen him. Timmons is a ghost, man.”
Timber leans into the table, placing his palms on top of it. “I got an idea. Don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s worth a try.”
Kidd looks toward him. “Tell me.”
“I think we should consider sending Preach to Mateland,” Timber says, lifting a hand toward me. “You all know that he’s got a talent for getting information. He’s got a way of getting a guy to talk, and you never even realize you’re telling him all your fuckin’ secrets until it’s too late. If they know where Timmons is, he’ll find out.”
I picked up that talent in Prison. Being eighteen inside is not easy. You have to learn a way to survive, and I did that by becoming a good listener. People trusted me, told me shit they would never tell anyone else. I used the information to save my ass more than once. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but I’m willing do anything to keep Ice safe.”
Kidd nods. “Sounds like a plan to me, but I don’t want him going out on his own.”
“I’ll ride with him,” Reese adds.
“As much as I’d like to get your ass away from Jenna, I think it’d be better if you stayed here. I’ll need all the help I can get if Timmons goes after my old lady,” Kidd says, not at all happy to admit that he needs help protecting Ice.
I take a minute to think about the situation. I can’t go to Mateland alone, but I have to be careful of who I take with me. “I think you should send Maker with me. He’s a good brother, but he’s dumb as fuck. You send him with me, and it’ll help get their guard down. There’s no way the Mateland crew will think I’m searching for information with Maker around.”
Chipper clears his throat. “That’s a good plan. The only hitch is that Kidd already called Brew. They know we’re on the warpath, but they don’t why. It doesn’t matter though. They’ll be keeping shit tight until they find out.”
“If that’s true, why don’t you just ask Brew? He hates Timmons. If he knows anything, he’ll give it up,” I ask, not understanding why we would risk going to Mateland if we could handle it from here. Yeah, I learned shit while I was in Mateland, and what I learned was not good. That chapter needs a serious clean up. They have way too fuckin’ many internal issues.
Reese shakes his head. “No he won’t. He’s protecting Timmons, so that Timmons will keep protecting him. Brew doesn’t want his secret getting out.”
Kidd looks toward Reese. “You know about Brew and Ice?”
He nods. “I’ve known since the day Chipper took her out of that shithole.”
“What in the hell are you two talking about?” Chipper asks, looking between Reese and Kidd.
Kidd looks to Chipper with regret. “Brew is Jenna’s father.”
Chipper’s body grows tight. “No, he’s fucking not. Her father’s name is David.”
“Her father’s name is Peter David Brewster,” Kidd says.
Chipper slams his fist onto the table. “She fuckin’ lied to me. I took care of her ass for years, and she fuckin’ lied to me.”
He starts to get up, but Reese grabs his arm and pushes him back down. “She was a scared kid. All she knew about the club was what her dad and Timmons told her. Timmons had her convinced that no one could take her away from him. She was afraid you’d be forced to take her back to him.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?” Chipper asks, anger radiating from him.
Reese reluctantly says, “He claimed her, made her his old lady. Her dad and Timmons told Jenna that no one can take an old lady away.”
“What?” Chipper and Kidd shout at the same time.
Reese looks between the two of them. “I’m not sure of everything that happened when she was there. She refuses to talk about it, but I do know he claimed her. I also knew she was Brew’s daughter the moment she told me her name was Jenna. I wasn’t in Mateland long before I came here, but long enough to know that Timmons had claimed Brew’s daughter, Jenna. I was also told that she didn’t get a choice in the claiming.”
Oh, shit. Jenna’s the daughter of the Mateland VP and was claimed by the President’s son. This shit keeps getting worse and worse.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chipper shouts out. At the same time, Kidd asks, “Why the hell didn’t you help her?”
“I never saw her. I didn’t know she was just a kid. Didn’t have any fuckin’ idea what he was doing to her, or that she was being abused either. Do you honestly think I would just stand around and let her be hurt?” Reese asks, angry at the accusation.
Kidd shakes his head. “No, I don’t. I know you better than that. I shouldn’t have even asked that shit.”
Reese looks toward Chipper. “As for you, I didn’t know you well enough at first. By the time I did, you and your father had made me swear not to tell anyone about Timmons. If I remember correctly, your father threatened to cut my fuckin’ balls off if I did. I figured if I had to keep one secret, it was best to keep them all.”
Chipper buries his face in his hands, his pain is obvious. “She never trusted me. All this time and she never trusted me.”
I can hear the heartbreak in his voice. To him, Ice is his daughter. To learn that she has been keeping secrets all this time has to be killing him.
“That’s not true,” I say. “She trusted you with everything but her father’s name. If I understand right, she even gave you part of that.”
Chipper shakes his head and again says, “She never trusted me.”
“She trusted you enough to run to you when she was in trouble,” Kidd says to him. “I was sitting a few feet from the door when she came in the clubhouse after finding out Timmons was in Big Clifty. She ran right past me to get to you. When she needed somebody the most, she went to you. If that’s not trust, I don’t know what in the hell is.”
After a long pause, Chipper finally nods. “You’re right. Even if you’re not, it’s my fault. I listened to Pop when I should have taken Timmons down.”
I can’t imagine what he’s feeling right now. He let Timmons live, and now, the motherfucker is after Ice again. This time, the bastard won’t be walking away.
Timber slaps Chipper on his back. “Well, you’ll have your chance to take him out soon.”
We get quiet as the sound of Heaven on Fire by Kiss floats across the club. I look toward the stage and am relieved to see that Daisy isn’t the one up there taking off her clothes. Instead, she’s serving drinks. She’s been to our table twice tonight, neither time sparing me a single glance. It takes every bit of my willpower not to grab her when she gets near me.
I feel like a fuckin’ caveman, wanting to throw her over my shoulder and shout that she’s mine. It’s tearing my heart out to restrain myself. I still can’t believe I fucked everything up so bad.
I hear voices behind me and turn my head to see the new bitch crawling onto Kidd’s lap. I watch as he tries to get her off, but she clings to him like a fuckin’ vine. Turning away from them, knowing that Kidd will handle his own shit, I see Daisy walking toward our table. Her eyes aren’t on me but instead are locked on Kidd and the slut mauling him.
I watch as shock crosses her face, and the drinks she’s holding slip from her hands. Before I can even get out of my seat, she is running out the door. A second later, I hear a crash behind me. Jerking my head to look, I see Kidd staring daggers at the door. Fuck, please don’t let Daisy be stupid enough to tell Ice what she saw.
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Leaving The Kitty Kat, I see Daisy’s old Toyota Camry sitting a few miles down the road. The hood is up, and she’s leaning against the driver’s side with a phone in her hand. Pulling in behind her car, I cut my bike off and slide to the ground. “What are you doing?”
She looks at me and rolls her eyes. Motioning toward the front of her car, she says, “I just figured the engine needed a little air.”
“Smartass,” I mumble as I walk to the front of her car. “Did it overheat?”
“I think so. I could smell it when I got out, but the gauge never showed it was getting hot. It was driving just fine, but then it just quit. I had to push it off the road.”
I can smell burnt oil too and figure that the car is headed toward the junkyard. The cost of repairs will be more than what the damn thing is worth. Daisy shouldn’t be riding around in this piece of shit anyway.
“Did you call your Gramps or Holt?”
She nods, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. “I tried, but they’re both gone to the city for the night on club business. Grams is with them. I tried Dad, but he’s too drunk to drive. Ice has her own shit to deal with, so I ended up calling Timber. He sounded busy, but said he’d be here as soon as he could. He’s gonna take me home and have one of the prospects tow my car to the garage.”
Yeah, Timber is busy with one of the girls at The Kitty Kat. When I left, some brunette was pulling him into a private room. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
She shakes her head, stepping away. “No, I’ll wait for Timber.”
No fucking way am I letting her get on the back of his bike. I ignore her and pull out my phone. After shooting Timber a text to let him know I got Daisy, I grab her hand and lead her to my bike.
“There’s no reason to stand here waiting on him, when I’m already here,” I say, climbing onto my bike.
She stands there for a second, just looking at me. I can tell her mind is working, trying to come up with a good excuse not to get on my bike. “Daisy, get the fuck on.”
“Fine,” she grounds out, crawling on behind me.
As soon as she wraps her arms around me, I feel like I’m finally home; somewhere that I haven’t been since the day she left me. I start the bike and head toward her parent’s house. I hate taking her to the home she shares with parents, but I don’t have a choice. If I did, I would ride away with her and never come back, but I can’t take the chance that I might get drunk and hurt her. I can never take that chance again.
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Fifteen minutes later, we pull into the driveway. I barely have time to shut off my bike before Daisy crawls off and heads toward her garage. “Thanks for the ride,” she says, not even looking at me as she walks away.
I stop her a few feet from the bike. “You didn’t tell Ice what you saw, did you?”
“I told her what happened, but I also told her that Kidd was doing everything he could to get Krista off of him.”
“You should have kept your mouth shut. You know what happens within The Kitty Kat is private. You never share that shit with old ladies.”
She shrugs. “I did what I thought was best for my friend. I can guarantee you that one or probably more of the other girls called her. I know none of them would’ve told her the truth. I wanted to make sure she knew Kidd didn’t do anything wrong before she did something stupid in retaliation.”
As much as I hate to admit it, she probably did the right thing. I can only hope Kidd agrees. She broke a cardinal rule by sharing that shit, but hopefully, Ice will explain that she broke it to save Kidd’s ass.
“Is that all?” she asks defensively.
Damn, she’s pissed off again. “Yeah, that’s all.”
She doesn’t even bother saying goodbye before turning back around. I watch her open her door and go inside, seeing the house is completely dark. Looking around, I notice Lula’s car and Maker’s bike aren’t in the driveway. It’s nearly two in the morning, and no one is home. She’s alone, and I just can’t leave her by herself.
Climbing from my bike, I make my way to her door. I don’t bother knocking, just walk in and slam the door behind me. “Are you here by yourself?”
Daisy is standing only a few feet away with her hands on her hips. “What are you doing in here? You need to get out.”
“Answer my fuckin’ question. Are you here by yourself?”
Nodding, she says, “Yeah, Mom left this morning. Not sure where she went, but she told Grams she wouldn’t be home for a few days. Dad was at the clubhouse when I called.”
“Is he coming home?”
She shrugs. “Doubt it. He’s too drunk drive, so he’s probably staying the night, unless one of the brothers brings his ass home.”
It hits me like a punch in the gut; I’m alone with Daisy. Lula’s not around to tell Wayne or Holt shit. Even better, my ass isn’t drunk. I don’t have to worry about what I’ll do to her. Without a second thought, I rush to her and pull her into my arms. Not giving her time to say a thing, I crash my lips onto hers.
At first, she tries to pull away, but I’m not giving in. It’s been forever since I’ve touched her, and I can’t let her go now. It only takes a few seconds for her body to melt into my mine. I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness that is pure Daisy.
Stroking my tongue with hers, she moans into my mouth, and my dick instantly goes rock solid. There is nothing more I want than to strip her bare and bury myself inside her, but the last time I took her it was rough and raw. This time, I want to do it right. I want to make love to her, something I’ve never done with any woman before.
I move my hands under her shirt, bringing it up over her head, and quickly unclasp her bra. Slowly moving one hand to cover her breast, the other cups her ass. I start to lead her toward her bed, but she stops me, placing her hand on my chest.
“Preach?” Daisy whispers, “What are we doing?”
“Doing what we should have done the first time.”
She tries to pull out of my arms. “I don’t think this is a good idea. We really need to talk about something. I should have told you before, but I couldn’t find the right words.”
“We’ll talk later.”
“This is important, really important.”
I shake my head, still holding her close. “Nothing’s more important than this.”
She continues to pull back as her eyes meet mine. “You may not even want to touch me after you hear what I have to say.”
I don’t respond because that’s the most ignorant statement I’ve ever heard; nothing could make me not want to touch her. Instead, I lean my head down and wrap my lips around her nipple, tugging at it with my teeth.
“Yes,” she moans, forgetting her earlier protests.
“Tonight, I’m tasting every fuckin’ inch of you,” I say as I wrap my arms around her hips and pick her up. I continue kissing her as I walk to the bed.
Slowly lowering her onto it, I come down on top of her and start to whisper in her ear. “I know I fucked up last time, but tonight, I’m going to do everything I should’ve done the first time.”
With those words, I make my way down her body. I take my time to kiss every inch of exposed skin, enjoying the taste of her and inhaling everything that is Daisy. It’s safe to say that my dicks about ready to explode the more I breathe her in and worship her with my tongue. When I finally make it to her jeans, I’m so eager to get her out of them that I nearly rip them from her body along with her underwear. As soon as they’re off, I bury my head between her legs, getting a taste of her sweetness.
My tongue leisurely works her clit, teasing her relentlessly as my fingers glide up and down her folds, lightly dipping into the wetness that is pooling at her core. When she’s finally writhing above me, I tentatively slide the first finger in and slowly start to pump it in and out of her slick heat. She grabs my hair, lifting her hips and grinding her essence deeper into my mouth, letting me know that I’m hitting her sweet spot just right. I pick up the pace with my tongue while adding another finger into her tight little cunt. Within seconds, her body bucks, and her muscles tighten around my fingers. Holding nothing back, she cries out my name. Damn, she tastes like the sweetest honey.
As soon as her body goes limp, I place one last kiss on her pulsating clit, before sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head. When her eyes latch onto my chest, they start to water. Lifting her hand to the string of daisies above my heart, she says, “Oh my God, when did you get this?”
“The night after we went to Chipper’s cabin.”
She blinks a few times, obviously confused. “But...”
I don’t want to talk about the past. I don’t even want to think about it. Placing my mouth on hers, I whisper, “Shh, it doesn’t matter right now.”
We continue to kiss as my hands explore her body. I’ve wanted to do this for so long that I just can’t get enough. Lying chest to chest, I still don’t feel close enough to her.
When I feel her hands at my zipper, I pull back. Climbing from the bed, I kick off my boots. A second later, my jeans and boxers join them on the floor. I grab a condom out of my pocket before climbing back on top of her. Laying it beside her head, I place my lips on her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth.
Slowly, my hands find their way back to her pussy. She’s so fuckin’ hot and wet, I swear I have never felt anything like it before. “I love your pussy, Little Flower. It was made just for me.”
I growl against her skin when one of her soft hands wraps around my cock. Stroking up and down, she has me at the brink of release within seconds. I want to draw this out as long as I can, but I know if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll come in her hand.
I go to my knees and grab the condom. Tearing it open with my teeth, my entire body is shaking with need. As soon as I roll it on, she pulls me back down to her. Not giving me a chance to help, she grabs my cock and guides me inside.
Shit! My balls tighten as soon as I sink into her and I’m ready to blow after just a few strokes. She’s perfect, absolute perfection. Her pussy feels like silk, so fuckin’ soft and tight. Last time, I was too damn angry to realize how amazing she felt. This time is different. This time, I don’t want to miss a fuckin’ thing about her.
I thrust inside her, the walls of her pussy squeezing me, pulling me in deeper, and inviting me to never leave. Her hands are trailing up and down my back, her nails cutting into my skin on each stroke. She’s so damn tight that I know I’m not gonna last much longer, but I need her to come with me.
Moving my hand to her clit, I rub her wetness around it, and then pinch it lightly. “Come on, baby. Give it to me. Show me how good you feel.”
She moans out, lifting her hips in time with mine. “Harder, please do it harder.”
Going up to my knees, I grab her legs and push them forward, lifting her ass off the bed. I start to pound into her, giving her everything I’ve got. As I watch her tits bounce, she tightens around my cock and moans out my name.
I slide into her one more time, and then shout her name as I spill myself inside her. Fuckin’ heaven!
I fall forward, being careful not to hurt her, and take a second to catch my breath before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. This woman means the world to me, and I’m hoping like crazy that she can feel the love I have for her through my actions. I slowly roll over, climb from the bed, and then make my way to the bathroom. As soon as I’m done, I walk back to her bed. What I see puts a smile on my face.
Daisy is sprawled across the bed, sound asleep. I crawl in beside her and pull her into my arms, then grab the blanket and pull it over us. Closing my eyes, I know things have changed. Tasting her, touching her, there’s no way I can let her go again. I drift off to sleep with one thought on my mind, she’s mine and I have to find a way to keep her by my side.
I wake up when I feel a hand on my shoulder, nudging me. I shrug off the hand and pull my Flower closer to me. Another nudge, harder the time, has me opening my eyes. My body instantly goes alert as I look around the room. I try to make out the shadowed figure in the darkness as I quickly and quietly get out of the bed, careful not to wake up Daisy.
I reach to the floor and grab my piece. As I raise my gun, a car drives down the street, sending light into the room. Right before the light fades, I see Lula standing only a few feet from me. Even with just the quick glance, I see the anger radiating from her. Fuck!
“We’ll talk outside,” I whisper harshly. She just smirks and saunters out of the room.
When I finish getting dressed, I run a hand over my face. “Shit!”
As soon as I step outside, I see Lula standing by my bike, running her hands over the chrome. “Get your fuckin’ hands off my bike.”
She smirks as she steps away. “I don’t think you want to talk to me like that. You need to remember, I’m the one holding all the cards right now. All I have to do is call Dad and your ass is gone. You lose your cut and your girl all at once.”
I stay quiet, just glaring at her.
She takes a step toward me, not liking that she isn’t getting a response. “Thought I told you to stay the fuck away from her?”
I remain quiet, just clenching my jaw.
“My daughter has this stupid thing in her head. She thinks she loves you, but how would she feel if she knew you’d choose the club over her?”
Anger courses through me as I respond. “I don’t give a fuck about that anymore. Daisy is mine, and there ain’t a fuckin’ thing you can do about it.” Even as I say the words, thoughts of Daisy bruised and bleeding flash through my mind. The same vision of Tabby follows it closely. Can I trust myself not to be like my dad? Even if I’m sober, can I ever know for sure that I would never use my strength against Daisy?
“You can’t be with her, because you don’t want to lose your cut.”
I shake my head, disregarding my earlier doubts. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I don’t give a fuck. I want Daisy, and not damn thing is gonna get in my way. If Kidd wants my cut, he can have it.”
She looks shocked for a second, but then a slow smile spreads across her face. “Do you really think they will let you have Daisy after they kick your ass out? You’re not stupid enough to think that Dad or Holt will let her run off with some outcast. They’d kill you first.”
Fuck! That thought never crossed my mind. Somehow, I assumed we’d just move away and leave the club behind. It would kill me to not be a Renegade Son, but at least I would have Daisy. Now, I realize, I would have nothing.
“You fuckin’ cunt,” I growl out, stepping forward. “I should put a bullet in your fuckin’ brain.”
She laughs, not realizing how close she is to death. “I’ve already told you. If I’m dead, it won’t take them long to figure out it was you. When they do, it won’t just be your cut that you’ll lose. They’ll bury your ass.”
I’m too damn pissed to respond, so instead, I shove her out of my way and climb on my bike.
Lula follows close behind me with her hands on her hips. “Stay away from her, Preach. That little bitch ruined my life. I’d rather be dead than see her happy.”
“Why do you hate your own daughter so damn much?” I know I shouldn’t ask, but I do anyway.
She runs her hands down her sides. “I thought I was in love once, but I was wrong. Before I figured out just how wrong I was, Daisy was already growing inside me,” she says, pointing toward the garage. “Because of her, I got stuck with Maker.”
“That wasn’t her fault. It was yours. If you don’t want Maker, then divorce his ass, but stop being such a cunt to your daughter.”
“She deserves it. She took everything from me. Before her, I could have been anything. Now, I’m nothing but some drunk’s old lady,” she shouts, sounding insane.
“Something is seriously wrong with you if you don’t see how wonderful your daughter is.”
“She’s nothing but a little bitch,” she spits out. “If you don’t stay away from her, I promise that you’ll pay for it.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll stay away from her,” I spit out, the words tasting like poison on my tongue.
As I start my bike, I make myself a vow. Someday, somehow, I will figure out a way to claim Daisy. When I do, I’ll make Lula regret every day me and my woman spent apart.
I pull out of her driveway and head to the clubhouse. Fifteen minutes later, I’m climbing off my bike as my phone dings. I pull it out and see a text from Daisy.
Why did you leave?
Fuck! No matter what I do, I know I’m gonna hurt her, but I gotta figure out how to clear things up with her granddad and Holt before I make her mine. Then, I got to make sure I have a handle on my temper and my drinking. I may have fucked up before, but there is no damn way I’m gonna end up like my bastard father. I can’t be with her if I have to worry about hurting her all the fuckin’ time.
I got to get this shit straight before I talk to her again.
Got shit to do.
A second later, my phone dings again.
We need to talk .
Not knowing what to say, I shove it back in my pocket without responding and walk into the clubhouse. I spot a few brothers in the common room and make my way over to Rum. “What the hell are y’all doing up so early?”
“Holt and Wayne ran into a few Lords while they were in the city. They called a little bit ago and said the boys were going to ride back with them. I figured we better get the bar stocked before they get here.”
“Sounds good. We need a fuckin’ party. I need to get smashed.” I need something to forget this whole fuckin’ nightmare.