Chapter 13 #2
An hour later, we finally emerge from our bedroom to find Nash screaming as Sadie chases him and Mila around the common room.
Kierra takes off towards the women in the back of the room, probably to show off her cut as I make my way to the bar for an ice-cold beer.
Motioning for Pipe to bring me one, I turn and take in everyone who’s here.
I can’t help but chuckle when I see Kierra and my daughter deep in conversation.
My pregnant fiancée is only a couple of years older than my daughter.
My son will be nineteen years younger than Sadie too.
It doesn’t bother me though; we’re outlaws, and we don’t play by the rules society tries to trap us in.
We do what the fuck we want and live by our own code.
I feel a sense of peace at how things are shaping up to be, and how good all our lives are.
Well for most of us. Sparrow isn’t taking the news of Tempy’s death very well.
Not that I had expected him to, but I didn’t think he would react quite like he has.
He’s been drowning himself in liquor and numbing his pain in pussy.
I spot him in the corner of the room with a blank look on his face, a half-empty whiskey bottle in his hand, and Cherry on her knees between his legs.
Fuck, I don’t need these little kids seeing him get his dick sucked.
Hurrying across the room, I lean down and quietly ask Sadie to take the kids upstairs to the playroom.
Once all the kids have been moved upstairs, I make my way over to my old friend and sit down next to him after telling Cherry to get lost. “You doing ok, Sparrow?” I ask him, watching Kierra across the room while he puts his dick away.
“Fuckin’ peachy, Prez,” he slurs.
“Need to do something about this shit, Sparrow. Can’t have you fucking club girls out in the open when the kids are here, brother,” I say, finally looking into his bloodshot eyes.
“Huh? What kids?” he asks, looking around.
“Sent them all upstairs when I saw you and Cherry back here,” I wonder if he’s been paying attention to anything that’s going on around him lately.
“Cherry was back here?” he questions, and I barely make out the words he’s stumbling over.
“Yeah, Sparrow. Cherry was back here,” I sigh, hating that my best friend is going through this shit and wishing I knew of some way to help him.
I may need to get one of the girls to start looking after him more.
“How about we get you upstairs, brother? You smell like a brewery, and I’m sure a shower would help sober you up. ”
“Yeah. Yeah, I should probably do that.”
Knox and I carry him up the stairs and into his room.
We stand outside the bathroom door while Sin gets into the shower with him to help get him cleaned up.
Once she shouts, we go in and hold him up while she gets him as dry as she can, then we get him into his bed for some much-needed rest. I don’t think my VP has been getting much sleep and the dark circles under his eyes are all the proof I need.
“She was pregnant, ya know. She was carrying my kid, and I yelled at her. Told her to fuck off before she could tell me. Had one of the Jacksonville girls riding my cock while I told her. It was cruel and she and my kid are dead, and I can’t undo what I said,” he mumbles behind closed eyes.
Damn. I knew she’d been pregnant but had no idea about the mean shit in between.
No wonder my brother feels guilty, but it wouldn’t have mattered what he had said.
Pinball would have gotten to her either way.
I don’t think this is the best time to try and get Sparrow to see things for what they were.
“Shit, that’s rough,” Knox says looking at Sparrow who’s finally passed out.
“Guilt and grief have a strange way of going hand in hand, and I think Sparrow is carrying a lot of both around,” I tell Knox as we leave the room and head back down the stairs. When I hear my woman shouting, I take off, leaving Knox behind.
“What the fuck is going on here? Kierra, why the hell are you down here shouting?” I ask once I approach my pissed-off woman.
“We were looking at stuff for the wedding and this bastard came over trying to make demands when we were in the middle of something,” Kierra growls, pointing at Rock who’s scowling at her.
“Better watch how you’re looking at my woman, Rock.”
“Then maybe you need to tell your bitch to mind her own fucking business,” he barks, and it was the wrong fucking thing to say. Lunging forward, I take him to the ground and sit on his chest while punching him repeatedly in the face. Strong arms lock around my middle and pull me off.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, Rock?
I may be your brother, but I ain’t your bro.
I’m the fucking President around here, yet you seem to think otherwise.
Think your big shit, brother? Think you get special privileges?
This is your last warning, Rock. Now get the fuck out of my sight!
” I snarl as Storm helps him off the ground and out of the building.
“You ok, baby?” I ask Kierra when she comes over and starts inspecting my hand.
“Yeah. Are you?” She drags me into the kitchen and starts tending to my hands.
“Never better. You gonna kiss it, and make it better if it ain’t?” I tease.
“If that’s what it takes, smartass,” she sasses, rolling her eyes and smacking my chest.
“Don’t be trying to go toe to toe with anyone else though, Kierra.
You come to me and let me handle it, yeah?
You’re pregnant, and I don’t want you putting yourself into a situation that could go bad.
Rock wouldn’t lay a hand on you, but you didn’t know that though,” I just want her to be more cautious about the situations she puts herself in.
“Yeah, you’re right… I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.
When he grabbed G’s arm and tried to snatch her up, I just lost it.
We were trying to iron out the last-minute wedding details and the plan for my bachelorette party next weekend.
He’s a jerk, babe, he was throwing a fit because she wouldn’t stop what she was doing, which was helping me, and go cook him something to eat.
” What I’m hearing pisses me off. Usually, I wouldn’t step into someone else’s business but I’m going to have to if this shit continues.
“What’s the plan for next weekend? You know what I said about bringing men into this clubhouse.” They’ve been keeping all the details close to the vest, but I’ve made it very clear there better not be any strippers planned for her party.
“Pssh. Where’s your bachelor party at again?
Oh yeah, it’s at Heaven’s Door. You can’t say a thing when you and the guys are going to the damn strip club.
It’s just dancing, babe. You know you’re the only man for me,” she purrs, wrapping her arms around my back and smiling up at me but I’m not falling for the sweet act.
I know her and her girls are up to something, but I decide to let it go for now.
Leaning down, I place a kiss on her lips.
When I pull back, seeing the sweet look on her face, I can’t believe that I’m going to be marrying this beautiful woman next month.
“Shots! Shots! Shots!” my brothers cheer as our bottle girl brings over a round of Patrón shots.
From the way Pipe is looking her up and down, I have a feeling we’ll be fixing our own drinks in the very near future.
Once she sets the tray in front of us, we all reach in to grab one, then toss them back.
The cold liquor heating its way down the back of my throat into my belly feels like an old friend.
We’ve been here for a couple of hours now, and it’s been a lot of fun to kick back with my brothers and just relax for a change.
I tried to get Kierra to promise me there were no strippers coming to her Bachelorette party tonight before I left, but she just kept laughing like something I was saying was funny.
“Dexter. Look again,” I shout over the music, and he laughs as he pulls out his phone and checks the clubhouse security cameras to make sure there aren’t any male strippers inside. Raising his head from his phone I know by his wide eyes that I’m not going to like what comes out of his mouth next.
“The clubhouse has been taken over by naked men in cowboy hats, Prez.”
“Damn it. I knew they were up to something when they kept giggling every single time they would look at me before we left,” I growl, tossing another shot back before climbing out of my seat and heading for the door with my men right behind me.