Wrath Chapter 4 #2
“He was like-minded to us. Remember, we weren’t always what we are now.
He’s smart and sees that living that outlaw lifestyle usually ends in prison or death.
He loves the idea of brotherhood and family.
He’s been an avid rider since he was young.
But Dylan doesn’t want to be doing illegal shit.
And before you ask, he’s not so opposed when it comes to removing people who are hurting others.
He made that clear as well, without me mentioning it.
He wants to be in a cleanish club and claims he has always heard good things about us. ”
“How did you decide to let him prospect?” Storm was listening closely.
“It’s gonna sound crazy, but it was Psycho who convinced me to let him in.” I grinned.
Storm raised his eyebrow in surprise. “Psycho did it? I’ve got to hear this.”
I chuckled, then took a drink before continuing.
“I called him. I wanted to ensure there would be no problems with them if I said yes. Dylan kept assuring me they knew and were okay with it, but I had to be positive. I’ve never met Psycho, but I’ve heard a lot about him over the years.
You heard Rage. He sure as hell knew of and had met him, I think. Psycho is someone you don’t fuck with.
“I was surprised at how calm and polite he was. There were no threats. He told me that the Fiends knew of Dylan’s wishes not to be part of their club and why.
They were disappointed but weren’t holding it against him.
They only wanted his happiness and to be sure he ended up with a club that would have his back.
It seems when he was deciding where to go, it was Psycho who said we were the club to join. ”
“Really? He said that. Wow.”
“Yep. He told me he’d heard what we did to transform from a one-percenter to a non-outlaw club over the years.
That we still stuck to certain morals, if you will.
He could relate to those and has no beef with a club doing what’s best for it, even if it’s different from his.
We don’t conflict with any of their businesses, so they have nothing but respect for us.
Panther joined him partway through the call and assured me of the same thing.
I knew it was a gamble, but my gut kept saying to do it. ”
“When did you decide not to tell anyone who he was?”
“After I spoke to Psycho and wanted to let Dylan prospect, I got to thinking. His uncle said something about hoping his association with the Fiends didn’t ruin his chance to become one of us.
He told me it would crush Dylan and was his biggest worry.
I got to wondering. Could it subconsciously color how he was treated or perceived by the club?
I know, consciously, you guys wouldn’t. It kept nagging at the back of my mind, so I decided not to tell anyone until after he had a chance to prove his worth.
I made Crusher swear not to say anything and told Dylan the same.
You need to know that boy argued that it wasn’t fair to all of you and that he wanted to tell you from the start, but I overruled him.
“I never intended for it to last this long, but time slipped by. I kinda forgot his history. He was fitting in great. Then, the next thing I know, he needs help, and we’re in this mess. Fuck, I’m an idiot,” I muttered.
“Yes, you are an idiot. You should’ve told at least your officers in case anything did go down, so we could have your back.
I need your word, and I think so will the others, that you won’t do this again, Wrath.
I know you’re president, and as such, you can make decisions on your own, but this isn’t one I recommend. ”
I knew he was right, and I was wrong. I nodded.
“I hear ya, and I swear I won’t do anything like this again.
I’m sorry as hell that I did it. I’ll talk to the rest of the club in church about it.
Before you came, I was racking my brain for a plan to keep everyone safe and to eliminate the Outlaws and that bastard Killer. ”
“That’s fucked up, Wrath. To kill a woman because she doesn’t want you is bad enough.
But to do it to a woman who’s carrying your child, so it removes any objections or obstacles of another woman becoming yours?
And the woman in question wants nothing to do with him.
I wonder what happened during that month they dated.
What did she do or say that made him believe she’s claimed?
I’m not saying she outright said it, but maybe there was a conversation or incident that made him believe it. ”
“Like what?”
“You know how stuff can be said during sex that isn’t what someone truly wants or means. It’s a heat-of-the-moment thing. Whatever it was, it convinced Killer she wanted him. What did you think of Dutton’s revelation that they brand their old ladies?”
The thought of Jalisa with Killer and them having sex made my temper rise. I had to push the idea away. As for the branding, I have a response.
“That is some fucking medieval, women-are-merely-chattel shit. My old man loves pirates, but even he would draw the line at branding. I could see if she wants a tattoo, but can you imagine the pain of being branded? Fuck no.”
After both of us shuddered over the branding, we went on to talk about other things. Neither of us had a solid plan yet to address the issue. However, I knew that between all of us, we’d come up with something,
After he left, I went to my home office, but rather than work as intended, I ended up thinking about Jalisa. The past eighteen hours had been hectic, and I hadn’t had time to think about her and how she impacted me.
I could acknowledge that seeing her in that kitchen armed for what looked like battle had been a shock, but also had captured my attention.
Part of it was her looks. No man could look at Jalisa and not immediately see that she was a stunningly gorgeous woman.
If you passed her on the street, you’d stop and stare.
She was on the petite side, no matter your height, but she was more so for me. I was six feet three and a half inches tall. When I was younger, I’d tried so hard to make myself grow that last half inch. As an adult, I was more than happy with it.
Jalisa was probably no more than five feet three.
She was built like a brick shithouse. I know that sounded gross and not a compliment, but when you grew up in the country and with the country and redneck boys, that saying meant she had a body that would make men drool.
Seeing as much of her as I did in those shorts and top at the apartment, she was blessed in the tit department and had an ass that begged to be squeezed and smacked.
Her tits would be more than a handful, even in my large hands.
In between her ass and tits, she was slender and had a tucked-in waist and smooth curves.
The sun kissed her legs, face, chest, and arms, creating a golden hue that made me wonder if what was underneath her clothes was just as golden.
Her eyes were an unusual shade of green.
I didn’t know what to call the color. They stood out against her skin and her long, straight, raven-black hair.
Add to that her plump pink lips and bold dark brow with thick black lashes, and she was unbelievably beautiful.
I could see why Killer had been taken with her and was upset when she stopped seeing him, but he’d gone too far.
As if her physical looks weren’t enough to grab me, add in her feisty, badass, sassy self, and I was hooked.
Damn, why did the one woman who’d snagged my interest the hardest I could ever recall have to be the princess of a one-percenter club?
They might be okay with Dylan prospecting with us, but I didn’t see Psycho being okay with me fooling around with his daughter while she was here.
That was a way to find your throat slit and dumped in a ditch.
What if it wasn’t fooling around? What if the two of us ended up as more, as in she was my old lady?
She could go from a princess in their club to a queen in ours.
What would it be like to have her in my life and bed for good?
To wake up beside her every day and to make love to her every night or any time the mood struck?
I’ve been wanting to have a family. Maybe Jalisa is the one.
That was my inner devil tempting me. It was the side that fueled my anger when I became truly Wrath.
I’d asked Dad one time if he had the same thing.
He made me relieved to know he did, and I wasn’t the only one.
He claimed it was an inner berserker mode that the men in our family seemed to have.
I didn’t know if it was true, but that part of me was known sometimes to influence me to do things I might not otherwise do.
What if that side was right? Could Jalisa be the woman who would make my life complete?
If I dismissed her out of hand for being related to the Fiends, would I be losing someone special?
The thought of that being the case made my mind whirl and my head hurt.
How could I think this about someone I literally met less than twenty-four hours ago?
Finally, in an effort to forget that, I picked up the phone to call Agony.
He was the president of our Cherokee, North Carolina, chapter and a good friend.
I’d start with him because he’d been the one to deal with the Black Outlaws the last time.
Plus, he would be my closest backup. The Warriors, Punishers, Horsemen, and Marauders would help, but they came from Tennessee, Florida, and Virginia.