Chapter 6
Chapter Six
KIERRA
Two Weeks Later
Nash and I have been staying at Draven’s house for a couple of weeks because the Cuban Kings are still looking for my sister and have been hanging out around my place.
Draven has his people looking for Sierra, but so far, they haven’t been able to find anything.
I keep telling him not to expect to find her until she wants to be found.
That’s just how Sierra is. The fact she hasn’t reached out to ask about Nash has me mad as hell but also really worried because I just can’t see her going this long without checking in on him.
“K.K., help me!” Nash squeals laughing as Thorn’s daughter, Mila, chases him around the common room.
These two have been thick as thieves ever since they met a week ago.
Draven helped me get Nash enrolled in the daycare that Thorn takes Mila to, and it’s been a godsend.
Nash likes that he gets to go and play with friends during the day so that I can get some sleep after working all night.
As he’s running toward me, his feet get tangled up and he falls down hard, letting out a piercing wail as the tears start to fall.
I hurry over, but Draven beats me to him; lifting him off the ground and holding him against his chest as he murmurs in his ear.
I don’t know what he said but Nash’s little head is nodding in agreement.
I watch as the two go into the kitchen and minutes later come back out with popsicles.
Once Draven sets him back onto his feet, he rushes over to hand Mila the pink icy treat he’s brought just for her.
“You’re so good with him, babe,” I say, smiling at Draven when he comes to stand beside my stool at the bar.
“Didn’t want him driving everyone crazy with his crying,” he says gruffly, but he’s so full of shit.
I don’t know why he tries to hide his softer side.
I’ve seen it every day for the last couple of weeks when Nash is following him around, trying to emulate every move that Draven makes. Draven eats it up too.
“Come on, bitch. We gotta go to the store if we’re going to get all the food made in time for the BBQ.
” G approaches with a set of keys dangling from her finger.
I’ve gotten to know G since we’ve been staying here, and I absolutely adore her.
She’s the sweetest girl I have ever met in my life.
She would give anyone the shirt off her back if she thought it would help them.
Sadly, she’s hung her star on the asshole Rock and is going to get burned when things come to head with that.
Draven filled me in on how it works around here, and while I don’t agree with it, the girls are here by their own choosing; they know the score.
Draven has made it very clear for me to mind my own business even though I had already planned to do so.
“You got him for a bit?” I ask Draven, nodding to Nash who now has a dripping popsicle in his hand.
“Yeah. Sparrow is going with y’all to keep an eye on you,” he declares, smacking my ass in warning when he catches me rolling my eyes.
G giggles thinking our interaction is cute for some reason, but I don’t.
I don’t need a damn babysitter. “Don’t argue.
Just give me a kiss, go get your shit, and get back,” he says, annoying me even more.
Not in the mood to argue with his bossy ass, I lift up and peck his lips and say, “Love you, babe.” I’ve been telling him more ever since I realized he was unaware of how I feel about him.
Plus, I like to watch him squirm when it makes him uncomfortable because he doesn’t know what to say.
He still hasn’t said the words back, but I know he loves me too. I don’t need the words, yet.
“Yeah,” he sighs, making me laugh. Such an ass.
“Let’s roll, G. We can stop for donuts on our way back,” I smirk over my shoulder at an already growling Viper.
One day he’ll realize I may let him be the boss in the bedroom, but he doesn’t control me, and I am going to do whatever the heck I want to do. Until then, I’ll just keep pissing him off and loving every minute of it.
Sparrow starts laughing when he hears Draven’s displeasure, but follows behind us dutifully, having already been given his orders by his president.
“Keep her safe, Sparrow,” Viper yells after us as we walk out the door and the sweet sentiment has a smile spreading across my face.
“What have you done to Prez, girl?” Sparrow asks, swiping the keys from G’s hand and climbing into the driver’s seat.
“Love him.” I shrug before climbing into the backseat.
“Had my doubts about you at first, but I think you’re good for him. Just what he needs. What he’s needed for years actually.” He glances at me through the rearview mirror before turning his eyes forward and pulling out of the gravel lot.
“He’s not so bad,” I pronounce, looking out the window.
“Nah. He’s a good man. Loyal as they come. Just got his head fucked up when things went down with Sadie’s mom.” From his tone, I can tell that he cares greatly for Draven, and whatever happened must have been bad.
“What happened between them? He’s never said,” I inquire, wanting to know where Sadie’s mom is at. I’ve never asked Draven even though I have been curious.
“You need to get that story from the Prez, girl. One thing you’ll learn around this group is that we don’t tell each other’s personal business to anyone.” I can appreciate that, especially since I don’t like people knowing my personal business either.
“I hear you, and just so you know. I love him and will never do anything to hurt him. Don’t get me wrong, he can be an asshole, but it’s mostly bluff and bluster. I’m loyal to him and him alone,” I swear, wanting him to know that I would never do anything to cause Draven harm.
“I see you’ve already got him figured out. For the record, that man loves you too and would walk through hell in gasoline-covered boots for you. Damn near took my head off when I said something he didn’t like about you. Before I got to know you over these last few weeks, mind you.”
“Viper for sure only has eyes for you, Kierra,” G comments, and I don’t miss the sound of longing in her voice.
I really wish she could see that she’s wasting her time on that asshole, Rock, but the heart wants what the heart wants.
A few minutes later we pull into the Piggly Wiggly and I’m glad to see it isn’t too crowded here today.
“Ladies, don’t wander off while we’re in here. Got me?”
“Got you,” we repeat at the same time and both giggle at being in sync.
“Jesus, I don’t see how anyone puts up with the two of you,” Sparrow grumbles.
“Sparrow, what’s up with you and Tempy?” I pry.
“What do you mean? She’s just one of the women I spend time with.”
“One of the women? As in, there’s more than one?” Jeez, these guys and their multiple women.
“Yeah. She ain’t my woman and I told her up front it was never going to be more than what it is.”
“Uh… you may want to reestablish those boundaries, my friend. Because she thinks one day, you’re going to make her your ol’ lady,” I confess. I don’t want to rock their boat, but Tempy deserves to know, or to be reminded.
“Fuck!” he sighs. “Yeah, been thinking about cutting her loose anyway. She’s started blowing up my phone here in the last couple of weeks since you’ve been staying at the clubhouse.
” That doesn’t surprise me because she’s been blowing mine up too wanting to hang out, which is something that we’ve never done before.
“Men,” G sighs, walking off and grabbing a cart so we can get the things we came for. An hour and two shopping carts later, we’re pulling up in front of the clubhouse where two prospects and an impatient-looking Viper are waiting to unload our loot.
“About time you got your asses back here,” Viper complains as we’re climbing from the cab. Looking over at him, I see he’s got a frown on his face. I don’t know what has gotten into him lately, but he hates when I’m out of his sight for too long.
Changing directions, I walk right into him and slide my hands up and around his neck, so he’s forced to wrap his arms around me. “Miss me?” I ask, and a noncommittal grunt is his response.
“I missed you, and you know what?”
“What?” he asks, pulling me tighter into his hold.
Rising onto my tiptoes, I place my mouth against his and whisper against his lips, “I love you, Draven.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, making me laugh as I push away from his chest to go and help unload groceries.
We need to get started on making sides for the BBQ these guys insisted on having today or they won’t be done in time.
Grabbing the last two bags from the bed of the truck, I turn for the clubhouse doors and blow Draven a kiss as I pass him.
Shouldering through the swinging door into the kitchen, I ask G, “Where do you want these, sweetie?”
“Right there is fine.” She looks over her shoulder, nodding to the large stainless-steel table in the center of the room. Setting the bags down, I start unloading and putting all the stuff we bought into cupboards and the industrial size refrigerator.
“What can I do to help?” I’m actually a pretty good cook, I just hardly ever do because there isn’t much sense in cooking for just myself.
Since being here, I’ve cooked a lot more, which Draven seems to be loving.
G only cooks once or twice a week since all the girls take turns, and apparently, there aren’t too many decent chefs that live here.
“Umm,” she hums, looking around at all the stuff she’s laid out before saying, “Can you peel those potatoes and dice them up so we can make a big batch of potato salad? These guys can put away some food, so I make huge batches when I cook. The plan is to make the potato salad, a pasta salad, some corn on the cob, and baked cowboy beans. I made a dozen pies last night, so that’s already done. ”
“G! You should have called me, and I’d have come over here and helped you.”