His eyes flash bright, and a smile that I’ve never seen on him before spreads across his face as he looks towards the blonde before turning back to us. “You guys have fun. I know I’m going to.” Without even saying goodbye, he turns away and walks to the club house with the blonde on his arm.
Mindy and I stand there quietly for a while longer before she pulls me to the club house. “Come on, girl. Shake it off, and let’s have some fun.”
I throw my head back and pump the last of my release down the chick’s throat. I look down at her and start to run my fingers through her hair, but stop when I realize it’s a dingy blonde color and not the shiny black hair that I’d been picturing in my mind. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? Jenna is sixteen years old; way too fucking young for me to even be imagining having my dick in her mouth.
I push the girl off my junk and stand up. I jerk my jeans up, zipping them as I take a step away. Looking down at her, I feel nothing but disgust and can’t keep the snarl off of my face.
I start to walk away, but stop when the blonde lays her hand on my arm. “No reason to run off, baby. We could make a night of it.”
I shake her hand off, not bothering to look at her. “Sorry, I got other things to do.”
She snorts and says, “Yeah, like running after your little sister.”
I stop and turn to look at her. “What did you say?”
It’s one thing to admit to myself that I’m fantasizing about Jenna, but it’s completely different when someone else notices that I am.
“You heard me. This big biker boy wants a little girl instead of a woman,” she says, sticking her chest out to show me her generous cleavage. “What’s your problem? Can’t handle the real thing?”
Without thinking, I rush towards her and grab her around the neck. Slamming her into the wall, I place my face inches from hers. “You’re gonna shut your mouth right now, or you’ll never walk out of this club alive.”
Her face starts to turn a deep shade of red as she panics and claws at my hands. “Let me go,” she gasps out.
Ignoring her pleas, I squeeze her throat tighter to make my point even clearer. “If I ever hear that you’ve said that shit to anyone else, I will find you. When I do, I’ll bury your ass. Do you understand me?”
She does her best to nod, barely choking out the word yes. When I feel that she gets me, I let go of her throat and walk away, doing my best to shake off my own shame. I’ve got to get away from here before I do something I’m gonna regret; something that’ll cause Jenna even more pain, and God knows she’s been through enough of that.
I stomp out of my room and head straight to the common room, hoping a drink can wash away my anger. I step up to the bar and shout at the prospect handing out drinks. “I want a bottle of Jack and a glass.”
Before he can even get my much needed bottle to me, Pop comes up and tells me that he needs to talk. I abandon my drink and follow him to the office, only to see that Chipper’s sitting on the couch, looking pissed as hell. I look towards Pop and ask, “What’s up?”
He motions towards Chipper and replies, “He refuses to go back to Mateland. Says he has to stay around here to take care of his wife.”
Thinking back on how pale Mindy looked earlier, I agree. “I don’t blame him. Everyone knows that Mindy hasn’t been feeling great here lately. She doesn’t need to be alone right now.”
“The stray he brought home last time he was in Mateland could take care of her. It’s not like she’s doing much else,” he growls out.
Hearing Pop call Jenna a stray sends my already simmering anger to its boiling point. “She’s not a fucking stray! She’s a kid.”
“If you had your way, she’d have been sent back by now,” Chipper says as he jumps up and gets in Pop’s face. “What the fuck happened to you? When did you get to the point that you don’t even care about an abused kid? When did you get so damn cold?”
Pop snarls at him. “I got enough to deal with without dealing with her shit too.”
“How many times have I told you to let me deal with it? Let me kill the motherfucker,” Chipper shouts. “I promise that not one fucking soul will be able to track it back to you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I shout, trying to gain their attention. “I thought you said you put a bullet in Rig.”
Pop and Chipper turn to look at me. Both of them seem shocked that I’m standing here, so caught up in their argument that they forgot I was in the room. “Again, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” Pop answers.
I raise a brow. “Didn’t sound like nothing to me?”
“Yeah, nothing,” Chipper mumbles as he sits back down.
Pop ignores him and walks over to his safe. He pulls out a few stacks of cash; at least ten grand. He walks over to me and pushes it towards me. “I want you to go Mateland. Get their shit straight and set someone up to run the club. Killer will remain president, but someone else will hold the power. Make sure whoever you pick can keep their ass out of trouble and their nose clean.”
I shake my head and motion towards the money. “What the hell’s that for?”
Pop pulls in a deep breath then looks towards Chipper. Finally, he replies, “It’s gonna take some cash to get them out of this mess. I’m not sure how much, but I know that’s just a drop in the bucket. I’ll send more in a few weeks, but I don’t want you carrying too much with you when you first get there.”
I finally take the money, wondering what in the fuck I’m getting into. “When do you want me to leave, and how long do you want me to stay.”
“You leave tonight, and you stay until you get their shit straight.”
Chipper gets up and walks towards me. He places his hand on my shoulder and leans close to me. “Be prepared, brother. There’s some serious shit going on inside that club.”
With that, he walks out of Pop’s office. I look towards Pop and start to question him, but stop when I realize that I’m not going to get any straight answers from him. He’s so far up his own ass, there’s no point in trying to set him straight. Where Killer is concerned, Pop’s ain’t going to tell me shit, so I decide to find the prospect that Chipper brought back from Mateland and get some intel on my own.
It takes me a few minutes to find Reese. When I do, I see that he’s helping his daughter open up all of her plastic eggs. I look around, wondering where his old lady is off to, but naturally she’s not anywhere in sight. Knowing that slut, she’s probably spreading her legs for one of the members’ right this very moment, while her baby girl is having the time of her life playing with little plastic eggs. Bitch. Members don’t fuck other member’s old ladies, but prospect’s old ladies are fair game. Well, only when they’re down with it. Reese’s woman, Roxy, is always up for a roll.
I’ve asked myself more than once in the past few weeks why in the hell doesn’t Reese get shot of the bitch? Looking at his daughter, I have my answer. I continue my way toward them, crouching down to see her stash. “Did you get a bunch of candy?”
“I got a lot.” The gap-toothed red headed girl smiles up to me. “I even got twenty whole dollars in the golden egg that the Easter bunny hid in my Dad’s pocket.”
I reach out and tousle her hair. “That’s great, Pebbles.”
She scrunches up her nose. “My name’s not Pebbles. I’m Rosalie.”
“You look just like Pebbles Flintstone to me, so you’ll always be my Pebbles.”
Reese chuckles as he bends down to give his girl a kiss on the top of her head. “Why don’t you go show Mindy and Jenna your candy, yeah?”
“Sure, Dad,” she says, before giving him a quick hug around the neck. She then runs towards the picnic tables that all the old ladies are sitting at.
We watch her run away and laugh at her excitement. I look back towards Reese and smile. “She’s a cute little thing.”
“Sure is. I can’t believe she’s nearly ten.” He looks at me with a proud smile on his face. “I know she’s too old for all this Easter bunny shit. She doesn’t believe in it anymore, but I wanted to have just one more year.”
“I understand” I say, nodding.
“I saw that face you were wearing when you walked up. I know you didn’t come over here to talk about my kid. What’s up?”
I shake my head then tell him about my upcoming trip to Mateland. I ask him what his take is on the shit that’s going down with the Mateland MC. Reese ends up telling me everything that he knows about the MC, which isn’t much, but it’s enough to make my stomach clench. Underage girls, drugs, and trouble with the local police are just a few of the shit storms that the club’s dealing with. All in all, it’s too much shit for one person to handle.