Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Reaper
This past week has been one for the count, but it’s one I won’t ever forget. Mainly because of Ivy and her antics. Swear the woman can be a pain in my ass, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
To start from the beginning means starting with the weekend where we spent the entire time together.
I found she’s a lot of fun. And I now know who put in the trails at the very back edge of the club’s land.
Ivy and her friends go four-wheeling nearly every weekend.
Though I’m glad they didn’t come around this past one.
It gave my woman and me a chance to spend some time alone together.
Ivy had really opened up to me by the end of the weekend, mainly because I opened up to her. I think our conversation will always be burned in the back of my head.
“So, what was your dad like?” I ask, holding her as we lay in bed facing each other.
“My dad was the best. He could be overbearing at times, even a pain in the ass, but still, he was my dad, and I loved him. I still do. I miss him every day. He raised me by himself without anyone to help, but my grandma.”
“What happened to your mom?”
“I haven’t spoken to her since she left.
I honestly think I might lose it if I do.
She left, because my dad wouldn’t leave his job.
He was a police officer. A good one at that.
Mom gave him an ultimatum, and he told her she could leave.
I was still little, so I don’t know the whole story, only what my dad told me.
He never really liked talking about it, and I understood.
What about your parents? What were they like?
” she whispers, switching the focus onto me.
“My dad was the President of the Satan’s Keepers before he was killed. I couldn’t ask for a better dad. He told me the day he met my mom; he knew she was it for him. Didn’t matter to him that she was already pregnant with another man’s baby.”
“Wait, she was pregnant when they met?”
“Yeah, my sister, Ronaele. She grew up as my dad’s daughter, though she was close with her real father’s family. We all were because of who they are. My mom then had me, my brother, and then my little sister.”
“So you have three siblings? It must be nice. I hate being an only child,” she grumbles.
“It was nice growing up. Now it’s just Angel and me left. My mom and Ronaele were killed around the same time, and my younger sister and her ol’ man were killed a while back in a house fire.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Ivy utters, her arms come around me while she buries her face in my chest. I feel her tears fall on my chest, and it’s like someone is squeezing my heart. Here this woman is in my arms, tearing up at my loss, and she didn’t even know them.
Fuck me. This woman’s made for me.
The rest of our conversation turns to a lighter subject.
Monday morning, I followed her to work and went to the clubhouse.
I needed to get my own shit taken care of.
I would have preferred to stay at the garage all day, maybe even work on one of the cars myself just so I could be around Ivy.
However, when I dropped her off, I had a text from Leo De Luca requesting to meet with me.
Getting to the clubhouse, I find him already there. I take him into my office where the two of us could talk alone. Only we don’t end up alone, Angel had joined us as well.
“What can I help you with?” I snark. Our relationship is still tense at best.
“It’s not what you can help me with but the other way around. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me before, and I’m not about to let that happen again,” Leo says, sticking his hands in the front pockets of the charcoal gray slacks he’s wearing.
“And what would that be?” I lean against my desk and cross my arms over my chest while waiting for his answer.
“Ivy.” I straighten at the mention of my woman’s name. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my brother do the same.
“What about my ol’ lady?” I demand.
“I should say, more or less, Ivy’s Uncle Richard.
Her father’s brother.” I’d been looking into him and haven’t liked any of what I’ve found.
This past weekend he’d called Ivy several times, to which she never answered.
She’d refused to let me answer when he kept doing it.
“Richard is an asshole that needs to be put in the ground, but for some reason, he is always able to find a way to escape death. He’s in with the Triple Spirits MC.
Owes them a large amount of money for his debts. ”
“Fuck,” Angel mutters under his breath.
“You could say that. Ivy’s father was on my payroll.
He didn’t get dirty, but he also wasn’t squeaky clean either.
He lived his life on the line of right and wrong.
Ivy’s father would give me information when I needed it, and he was never wrong.
I respected the hell out of the man and his love for his daughter.
Everything he did, he did it for her. She was his world, and I don’t want to see anything happen to her. ”
Nodding, I let Leo’s words sink in. Richard, Ivy’s uncle, owes money to the Triple Spirits. “Angel, get Scythe and Styxx on it. Tell them to focus their attention that way. We already have enough problems with the Triple Spirits I don’t need anymore, but I also won’t let anyone else hurt my woman.”
“You got it.” Angel nods.
Leo left shortly after, and the rest of the week went by far too quickly. For the most part, I spent it at the garage needing to be around my woman. When I wasn’t, either Ghost, Angel, or Tombstone was with her. Ivy didn’t think anything of it.
Today we’re having church, and she’s at the house spending time with her friends.
Ghoul, one of the club’s prospects, texted me a little bit ago complaining about being on Ivy duty.
Evidently, she and her friends are driving him nuts.
The video he sent of her on the four-wheeler is one that makes me grin.
She’s doing wheelies and getting down and dirty.
Though it still worries me, because I don’t want to lose her like I’ve lost everyone else.
For a moment, it takes my mind off what we’re having church for. I’ve kept my anger in check when around Ivy. She doesn’t deserve to be subjected to it, but right now, she’s not here, and I’m on the brink of losing it as Scythe informs me of what all he’s found.
“Looks like Richard has promised to get the money to them or find a way to pay his debt,” he announces and goes into detail about what’s going down. Doesn’t help that the Triple Spirits are infringing on our territory.
“I’ve called Moreno for a sit-down, and he keeps putting me off,” I inform my brothers. The Triple Spirits MC President keeps avoiding me, and now I think I know why. “Until this shit is resolved, I don’t want Ivy left alone.”
“Agreed,” Angel mutters.
We finish up church, making arrangements with each of my brothers to help out with keeping watch over Ivy. In the short time we’ve all known her, Ivy’s made an impact on all of my brothers.
Banging the gavel, I stand and make my way to the door.
Ivy’s coming to the clubhouse for a party tonight, and I need to text her to let her know we’re finished with church.
I step into the main room of the clubhouse and head for the bar where our other prospect, Goblin, is working.
Before I can make it halfway across the room, Claws jumps on me, circling her legs around my waist, and slams her mouth on mine. I grip her hips and force her off me.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, releasing her and wiping my mouth.
“Baby, I just missed you,” she purrs.
“I’m not your anything, and I’m telling you right fuckin’ now bitch, this is your second strike, one more, and you’re out on your ass.
Do you understand me?” I’m nearly seeing red, and my hands are clenched at my sides.
If this bitch were a man, I would have her on her ass in a heartbeat for pissing me off.
Storming past her, I start for the bar, once again needing a beer to wash the taste of pocket pussy out of my mouth. Goblin already has the beer for me when I get to the bar. “Thanks.”
“Prez,” Angel calls me as he comes up next to me. “Hate to break this to you, but you did see Ivy didn’t you?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, not even getting the first sip of the cold brew.
“Why do you think Claws did what she did?” He draws his brows together. “Ivy walked in just in time to see Claws jump into your arms and kiss you before she turned and ran out the door with tears in her eyes.”
Fuck.
Motherfuckin’ cunt.
“Bitch set me up,” I growl, slamming the beer down on the bar top.
I stalk toward the door and outside, heading for my bike, already knowing my woman isn’t going to just go straight home.
I’ve gotta find her and make this right.
I should make Claws pay for this bullshit, but I don’t have time to handle her skank ass right now.