Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Reaper
Staring at Ivy, I do everything I can to contain my anger. I’m not pissed with her, but rather Claws. The bitch had no right coming here and getting in Ivy’s face. Claws is just pissed I won’t let any of the P&P’s anywhere near me. I made it known I’m not fuckin’ any of them anymore.
After talking with Mia, well her talking to me more or less, I had decided to make Ivy mine.
I have to admit she’s right about everything she said.
I need to let the fact I lost my sisters go.
I spent the last five days thinking non-stop about Ivy.
Thinking of whether or not I can be with her, allowing her into my life, around the club.
The more I thought about it, I’d realized I could. Ivy’s meant for this life. Whether she knows it or not, I do. I’ve seen the fire in her eyes. And had learned from the file I finished reading Ivy could handle anything thrown her way.
Besides, if anyone fucks with Ivy, she has the entire club behind her. They proved this to me Monday during church. I grin just thinking about the whole situation.
“Does anyone have anything further to discuss?” I ask, leaning back in my chair. Monday evenings are the nights the club typically meets unless I call for emergency church. We just finished discussing the upcoming orders and who’s going on each run.
“Yeah, I got something to discuss,” Angel grumbles.
“What?” I quirk a brow in his direction.
“What’s up with the foul mood? You’re even moodier than normal.
” I’m moodier than normal, because I can’t seem to keep my mind off a certain woman.
This means my cock won’t stop getting hard at the thought of her, and I have to jack off.
I might have fucked her Saturday morning, but I need more of her than just that. I need her in my bed.
“Nothing,” I grunt.
“Bullshit,” Angel says.
“I bet it has to do with Ivy,” Ghost chuckles. “She’s been in a mood all day as well. I swear she was going to bite my head off for asking how her weekend went.”
“Shit, I thought she was going to kill me with her eyes when I asked her to join us for a beer after work,” Daemon snickers.
My nostrils flare at the mention of Ivy and them asking her to join them for a beer.
Fuck it. I’m making it official. Ivy’s mine. “I’m making Ivy off-limits.”
My brothers all give me a range of different looks, but it’s Ghost who speaks up, “You don’t even like Ivy.”
“I had my dick inside her pussy just the other day, that makes her mine,” I declare.
“Prez, no disrespect, but that was two weeks ago, and you treated her like shit Friday,” Ghost grumbles.
“Brother, none of your business when it was, but for the record, I was deep inside her Saturday morning after breaking into her house to wake her up for a talk. Now Ivy’s mine.
My woman, my ol’ lady, and I’m not going to have anyone say otherwise,” I announce, wanting them to know just how serious I am.
“Well, guess it’s a good thing we all like her,” Angel chuckles.
“Hell yeah.” Tombstone grins.
And there went the rest of church.
After all of my brothers and I went back into the main room of the clubhouse to get a beer, and some of them were picking between the P&P’s, Scythe pulled me to the side.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“You read the whole file?” he asks.
“Yeah, I read it,” I confirm.
“You see the shit with her uncle?”
“Did you find anything else?” I can see it in my brother’s face, he’s got something important.
Nodding, he releases a heavy breath. “Ivy’s father’s will states everything went to her.
Same as what was her grandmother’s upon his death.
She even got the insurance policy, meaning Ivy’s got a hefty bank account she’s sitting on.
This also means her uncle, who didn’t get jack diddly squat, has been giving her problems. I hacked into her call log, and it seems he’s calling her multiple times a day. ”
Fuckin hell.
Since Monday night, when Scythe told me about the calls from her uncle, I’ve had him monitor Ivy’s calls and messages.
I’m not about to let anything happen to her.
No way in hell. It’s why I’m here at the office to see her.
I have a surprise for her, and I need to make things right between the two of us.
“Hello, are you going to answer me?” Ivy huffs.
Grinning, I close the short distance between the two of us and place my hands on either side of her hips, holding her close. “Yeah, I’m gonna answer you, Precious.”
“And what do you mean by ol’ lady?” The way Ivy’s brow furrows makes her forehead wrinkle, I find it fuckin’ cute. Everything about this beautiful woman is cute. Sexy, cute, whatever you name it, is cute.
“Means you’re mine. My woman.”
“I’m not your anything,” she quips, placing her hand on my chest to push against me.
“Oh yeah, you are, baby. I can see it in your eyes.” I chuckle. “The way they flare up with lust when you look at me like right now. You want me. You want everything about me.”
“I think I should have a say in this,” she mutters.
“Nope, Precious, that’s not how this is gonna work.
I intend to make sure you don’t want to say no to me with what we’re gonna be doing.
” I slide my hands from her hips to cup both her ass cheeks in the palms of my hands.
I pull her even closer, not missing the way Ivy’s face flushes and her fingers curl into my shirt under my cut.
Yeah, Ivy wants me as much as I want her. Tilting my head down, I take her mouth, claiming it in a kiss to prove to her she’s mine. I do this while moving, backing her into the edge of her desk, needing to be inside her. Craving to be inside her.