Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Sutton
For nearly a month now, everything seems to have gone back to normal. I started working again with my clients getting things done. Usually, I go to the clubhouse, where I’d sit at the bar or one of the tables working while hanging out with anyone who sat with me.
I could care less about the looks the slutty ass probe-a-hoes, the new name we gave the clubwhores the members call probe pockets or P&Ps, keep giving me. A few of them even had the nerve to come up to Ivy and me while Juniper and Josephine were hanging with us.
One, I think they call her Fuzzy had got ballsy and decided to call Ivy a man stealing cunt.
None of us took too kindly to this and decided to teach her a lesson.
Josephine being a cosmetologist, brought over her bag of goodies.
Juniper and I had held Fuzzy still while our dear friend waxed the whore’s eyebrows and took a pair of clippers to one side of her head.
At first, Reaper looked like he wanted to murder us for ganging up on the bitch until he heard what she’d said about his ol’ lady. He then added his own punishment telling her she gets to clean the bathrooms for three months straight.
If I'm not at the clubhouse, I’d work at the garage assisting Ivy in the office while working on assignments I had for my clients. With Ivy being a little over six months pregnant, the girls and I are trying to help her out where we can.
Today, the girls and I are supposed to be going out to lunch and shopping since Ivy didn’t want a baby shower. We’re also going out to Hellfire Dancers—one of the strip clubs the MC owns, but is managed by Mia, Reaper, and Angel’s cousin.
My phone vibrates along the counter, gaining my attention as I flip the bacon in the pan.
Tombstone and I have gotten in a groove here at home.
One thing I like to do for him is cook breakfast, though I sometimes ruin whatever I cook.
He at least gives me an A for effort. Next week is Christmas, and I’m determined to make him something he’ll eat without looking like he’s only doing it for me. I want him to enjoy the meal.
Picking up my phone, I stare at the screen seeing the same number that’s popped up multiple times over the past two weeks.
The first time I'd answered it. Since then, I haven’t, because now I know it is Chad.
He’s finally out and has gotten hold of my number somehow.
Not even my mother has it. Or at least I don’t think she does.
“Bambina.” I jerk at the sound of Tombstone’s voice and drop my phone on the floor in the process.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I murmur, clearing my throat and blinking back the haze starting to take over. I take a deep breath to get control over my emotions.
Tombstone squats, picking the damn thing up for me as I focus on the bacon, not wanting to burn it. “You wanna answer this?” he asks, holding it out toward me.
“No,” I mutter, not looking in his direction.
“Sutton.” Coming up behind me, he places the phone on the counter and wraps his arm around my waist and spins me to face him. “You know who’s calling you. They’ve been calling you for weeks. Who is it?”
I shake my head, not wanting to answer him.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out myself, and you don’t want me to do that.
It’ll only piss me off,” he growls, pulling me flush against his bare chest. Tombstone reaches behind me to the stove—shutting off the burner I’m cooking on.
Moving us until I’m pressed against another counter, he grips my hips and picks me up, sitting me on top of the granite.
“You wanna start talking, Bambina? Or should I go about this my own way?”
Tears spill over my cheeks as I take several heavy breaths, finally meeting his annoyed gaze. “I don’t wanna answer it, because I already know who it is.”
“And who is it?” he demands, narrowing his eyes to slits and his body tensing, waiting for my answer.
Lowering my head in embarrassment, I give in to him and tell him. “My stepbrother Chad Berry.”
Tombstone steps away from me and snarls. “How long has he been calling you?”
“Since he got out,” I whisper, “I only answered one time. The moment I heard his voice, I hung up. He’s been calling several times every day.”
The sound of something smashing against the wall makes me scream and jump in fear.
I lift my head to find Tombstone had thrown the pan I’d been cooking with across the room.
His heated gaze locks on mine, burning with intensity.
With the way his nostrils flare and the vein at his temple bulges, I know better than to say a word.
He’s pissed, and it’s all my fault. I should’ve just told him.
Without another word to me, Tombstone storms out of the kitchen in the direction of the bedrooms. He emerges once again moments later, fully dressed. I don’t move, and he doesn’t glance in my direction as he storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Soon the thundering rumble of his motorcycle fills the silence. I slide off the counter and slowly make my way to the door to watch him speed out of the driveway. My tears continuously spilling down my cheeks.
I'd screwed up this time, and I don’t know how to fix it. Tombstone means everything to me, and now I’ve pissed him off to the point he can’t stand to look at me.
Tombstone
Speeding down the backroads leading to the clubhouse, I fume over the fact my woman would hide this shit from me.
I already knew Chad Berry was out of prison. The club’s keeping an eye out for him to make his appearance, and all this fuckin’ time, he’s been calling Sutton non-stop.
Why the fuck didn’t she just tell me about his calls? I could’ve put a stop to it myself.
My anger had started to get hold of me, and I needed to get out of there before I said something I would really regret later.
Sutton’s my ol’ lady, shit, I have her fuckin’ name on my forearm where Devin drew her name in the midst of a flame surrounding a gravestone which is supposed to resemble me.
That flame is meant to prove she’s bringing me back from the dead and making me want to live again.
Shit, the other week, I had a dream about Ronaele. It’s the first I’ve had in years, and it was her telling me to finally be happy and enjoy my life with Sutton. That she’s my forever like I was hers.
Weird as it was, I felt more at peace. Though I also gotta say I think that has to do with me actually loving Sutton as much as I do.
Right now, I’m just pissed as hell with her.
Pulling into the clubhouse parking lot, I notice more than the usual number of bikes.
I park and kick the stand down before climbing off the back of my girl.
With quick strides, I step into the main room to find Reaper and Angel sitting at a table with two other men.
Everyone turns their attention to me as I walk deeper into the room.
Reaper meets my gaze, and I notice he’s pissed.
“What’s going on?” I ask, going on alert.
The two men sitting with my Prez and VP spin in their chairs.
I get a good look at them to realize who they are.
Shit. Why didn’t I look at the back of their cuts?
Sitting with them is none other than Kash, the President of the Jagged Kings MC, and his VP, Kidd.
“Where’s Sutton?” Reaper demands through clenched teeth.
“She’s at the house. Why?” I go on alert at my Prez’s question.
We’ve never had a problem with the Jagged Kings MC, but I wouldn’t say we’re allies either.
More like a mutual understanding between our clubs that we stay outta each other’s way when it comes to territory.
Though, I’m surprised they’re even out here, to begin with.
They don’t have a charter out here. They’re more Nevada, Colorado, and such.
“Right, so do you know what her, Ivy, and Stella were doing?” Angel asks, leaning back in his seat.
Furrowing my brows, it dawns on me, and I look between the men again. “You think the three of them were doing something together?”
“I didn’t get a chance to speak to Ivy about this considering Stella and Juniper came and stole her away first thing claiming they had errands to run and I sent prospects with her, but it seems she’s been playing with fire.
Alongside her friends and Stella.” Reaper grunts, his gaze seeming to examine me. “What do you know?”
“Prez, I don’t know what fire they’re supposedly playing with, but Sutton doesn’t know shit about anything Ivy and Stella are doing .
. . but I do . . . they’re helping me with finding my woman’s father,” I announce, switching my gaze over to Kash and Kidd, already knowing what they’re here for.
“Let me guess you found someone was looking into you?” I direct the question more so to Kash rather than Kidd.
“What’s Sutton look like?” Kash demands, grinding his teeth together.
I pull my phone out and unlock it before flipping it around to show him while I meet Reaper’s gaze. “Just so you know, Chad Berry’s been calling her repeatedly throughout the day, and she’s been keeping it from me.”
“What the fuck?” Reaper snarls stiffening.
“My exact reaction,” I mutter, shoving my phone back in my pocket as I glance back to Kash. “Satisfied?”
“She looks like my kid sister did when she was that age,” Kash growls, coming to his feet.
“That stupid fuckin’ cunt played me, telling me she got an abortion.
” Curling his lip, he meets my gaze head-on.
“I want to meet her. I don’t need a fuckin’ DNA test telling me she’s mine.
I can see it for myself. Fuck she’s got my damn eyes. ”
“It’ll have to wait until later today,” Reaper mutters, also coming to his feet, his phone in hand.
“Seems she’s joining my ol’ lady. According to her, they’re doing her baby shower bullshit today, and she’s saying, the first order of business is they’re heading to Tombstone’s to get Sutton who isn’t answering the phone. ”
“Fuck,” I snarl, spinning on my heel, my gut twisting at the thought of anything happening to her. I shouldn’t have left her alone the way I did. Knowing Chad Berry is out and has been calling her, I should never have taken off, leaving her vulnerable for him to get to her.