Chapter 3 Chance
CHANCE
Circling Lust in the ring, I jab him hard across the jaw. He counters with an uppercut, but the hook I return has him falling back against the ropes. He rubs the blood from his nose. I asked him to spar with me the second I got back to the clubhouse. What can I say? My son is exactly like me.
“Who pissed you off?”
“No one,” I lie, stretching my neck from side to side. I normally never let the club girls mark me, and they know this. The fact that Siren saw my neck was definitely the reason she pushed me away, because she couldn’t hide the desire and heat in her beautiful doe eyes.
She wants me.
She just doesn’t want to.
She would have heard the small-town gossip about our club by now, and I know that’s going to be hard to go up against.
The marks on my neck would have been the nail in the coffin, but it’s probably for the best. A woman like that won’t be able to handle my life, and I doubt she’ll be up for sharing me with the club women.
“You sure about that?” Lust asks, smirking. He walks over to me and slaps me on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s have a drink. My face is too pretty to take any more hits.”
We jump out of the ring and head to our bar. Gia, one of the women from my bed this morning, is serving drinks. Her blue eyes light up when she sees me. I never should have let either of them stay the night.
Before she can say anything, I point to my neck. “What the fuck is this?”
She winces, then leans over the counter, pushing her tits out. “One of us must have gotten carried away. But can you blame us? You were insatiable last night.”
Lust coughs to cover his laughter.
“You know my rules,” I reply, nodding toward the refrigerator. “Get us two beers.”
She nods.
“And Gia?”
“Yeah?” she replies, biting her lower lip.
“There won’t be another repeat of last night,” I vow in a low tone.
She nods quickly. “Of course, Prez. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“You better, or we won’t be fucking again,” I say, turning to Lust when her face falls. We get our beers, clinking them together before we take a sip.
He waits quietly, giving me the chance to speak. When Gia goes into the kitchen, I tell him all about Mackenzie.
“She’s a teacher? No shit.” He grins, shaking his head. “You got it bad for this bitch, don’t you?”
I grit my teeth, but don’t bother with a reply.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me either.
Usually, pussy is pussy, and we have plenty of it right here.
The women who know the lifestyle and don’t give us shit about it.
None of the men have old ladies—the ones that did stepped back to let the new generation take over.
When Jameson from the mother chapter agreed to us opening our own chapter here in Western Australia, we knew how important the brotherhood was.
And when he came for a visit last year, he said he was happy with the way it had turned out here Down Under, but even he was surprised none of the men here had settled down.
“She the reason you were so short with Gia?” he presses, smirking.
“Gia and Sassy crossed the line trying to fucking mark me. You know that wasn’t done innocently,” I finally say, taking another cold sip of my beer.
Some of the club girls want to become old ladies, and they want me to fuck them exclusively.
I’ve been tempted to do that just so I don’t have to share with the brothers, but then again, I didn’t want to give any one of the women hope that it would turn into something more.
Lust is quiet for a moment. “You going to fuck the teacher again?”
“I don’t know,” I reply in all honesty. She’s a good girl, with a good head on her shoulders, except for her one night of acting wild with me, which is exactly why she isn’t going to approve of what goes on in here, especially with how we make our money.
While we have some legal businesses, our main one is definitely not.
“I know that I’m not done with her,” I admit, even though I know I should be.
My cock wants what it wants.
“You tell her that?”
I nod, my lip twitching. “Fuck yeah, I did. You know what she said?”
“What?” he asks, raking a hand through his short brown hair. He used to have a head full of curls, but recently shaved it all off. The women seem to lust after him even more this way.
“She told me that I might not be done with her, but she’s done with me.”
His eyes widen before he throws his head back and laughs, slapping his palm down on the counter. “Fuck! She might as well have waved a red flag in front of you.”
“It’s a fight she won’t win,” I declare, damning her even more.
If I were a good man, I’d leave her alone.
Let it be.
But I’m not a good man, I’m a Royal Bastard.
And we always get what we want.
“Gia,” I call, and she quickly comes over. I unbuckle my jeans while staring at her. “Come show me just how sorry you are.”
I might want my siren, but right now, another mouth is going to have to do.
“Dad, why the fuck are you walking me into school? I’m not six anymore,” Cash grumbles, his bag hanging loosely off his shoulder.
He looks older than most his age, tall and lean with messy hair and a charming face that gets him in way too much shit.
I should know, it’s the same face I see in the mirror every morning.
His suspension is over, and now that he’s going back, I’ve decided to use the opportunity to see the woman I haven’t stopped thinking about ever since I walked away from her.
“Not here for you,” I grin, and he smirks. I told him what happened with Siren and me, and I also told him to keep his mouth shut.
“Miss Masters isn’t going to give you a second glance. I told you that all the male teachers here want her. And don’t get me started on the boys in our year. They’re all going home and—”
I cut him off before I turn around and start a fight with some kids. “You handle that, Cash. Everyone better be showing her some respect.”
He stops in his tracks and studies me. “Okay, what the fuck is going on here? You claiming her?” he presses, frowning. “She’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to fuck around with her.”
My eyes widen in surprise. Gently squeezing his shoulder, I look him in the eyes. “I’m not claiming anyone. You don’t worry about anything. This is not going to affect you. Now, try not to beat anyone up today.”
“No promises,” he murmurs, heading off to his first class, while I head toward the English block. Standing in the open door, I watch her as she searches in her giant handbag for something, grinning to herself when she finds it.
Fuck, she’s cute.
Sweet.
Way too fucking good for me.
Even after our night together, she still seems so innocent. I don’t want the darkness in my world touching her. She should only know light, but I can’t seem to help myself.
“Siren,” I call out softly, not wanting to scare her.
She lifts her head and pins me with those hazel eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to drop Cash off,” I lie, stepping inside the room. “And I wanted to know if you’d have dinner with me tonight.”
She slowly takes me in, from my worn leather boots and jeans to the leather cut that proclaims me the president of the RBMC.
“You want me to go to dinner with you?” she asks, her brow furrowing. She’s wearing a yellow dress today, one with a high neckline. She’s makeup-free, and her hair is braided behind her.
“Yes,” I state. I wonder if she has any idea that I’ve never asked a woman out on a date before. I’ve never had to. I should take her to our fancy steak restaurant. Wait, what if she’s a vegetarian?
She stands up and smooths down her dress. When she steps around her desk, it flows around her legs. “Chance, what are you doing?” she asks in a low tone. “I thought we agreed to pretend we never met.”
“I never agreed to that.”
“Well, it’s not up to you.” She turns me around and pushes me out of her classroom. “Now get out of here before my students see you.”
“Just one dinner? I’ll take you out on my bike and have you home in two hours.”
She pauses with her fingers still on the back of my cut. “Why are you pushing this? You know it’s not a good idea.”
“You can tell me all about it over steak,” I test.
When she doesn’t argue, I’m guessing she does eat meat.
“I don’t think so. I’m serious, Chance. Do not show up here,” she whisper-yells.
Turning around to face her, I gently cup her cheek and wink. “I promise, Siren. But I will be seeing you tonight.”
She shakes her head. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“Pick you up at seven.”
“No.” She frowns, sighing. “I’m not sleeping with you. You know that, right? Why don’t you stop wasting your time and go fuck one of your other women?”
Man, this woman holds a grudge.
“Got no other women who are mine. I can barely handle you as it is.”
The club women belong to RBMC, not that I’m going to mention that in this conversation.
“I’m not your—”
“See you tonight, beautiful.”
With that, I leave the school with a smile on my face.