“I’ll kill ya, fucker!” I growl and then leave the room.
The interim president is showing the signs of getting worn down from the constant bull shit that it takes to be a president. I know he’s put up with a lot and he’s still trying to get Dozer out of prison. “What’s up?” I question.
He nods his head to the door. I walk out with him, lighting up a blunt. Whatever he’s going to say, is going to piss me off. He looks pissed about something.
“It’s not a coincidence that your house was destroyed, you know that? What do we even know about this girl?” Prince demands outside of the club house.
“Prez, I can’t explain it. She doesn’t know anything, I know she doesn’t.”
“You know her dad is responsible for our brothers being locked up, right?”
I knew I shouldn’t have tried to say anything because the minute I start to say something Prince interrupts me. “How do you know she’s not lyin’ about knowing where her dad is? She could be fuckin’ hiding him.”
The brothers haven’t given the poor girl a chance and get to know her. I’m not saying we’re all going to be a happy family or some bullshit like that, but they could try to get to know her before assuming she’s going to flip on us too.
Plus, Bella’s not that type to flip on us. I think she’s really enjoying being with me and the perks she gets from it. Why would she want to risk it by ratting on us?
“Look, prez, I know you’re pissed about her dad flopping on our brothers, but Bella’s innocent. She doesn’t know anything,” I reply.
Prince chuckles a sardonic chuckle. The kind that makes your back straighten and the kind that proves he’s for no games. “I don’t get two fucks if you’re fuckin’ the princess. What I care about is not having some mole in my clubhouse!”
I don’t know if I’m more pissed off that he’s questioning my loyalty or if he’s bashin’ my girl here. I’m pissed off something fierce but I can’t figure out which one.
“You think I would do that? You think I would allow some chick to come into our club to report back to her dad?”
We both light up our blunts again since we didn’t take a drag off of it for a couple of minutes, the cherry burned out. I take a deep drag in hopes of calming down.
Didn’t work.
“You mean to tell me,” Prince begins as he pokes a finger at my chest, “you’re not lettin’ this girl’s magic pussy get in the way of makin’ a good judgement?”
Now he’s really pissing me the fuck off. How dare he say my woman has a magic pussy and it has clouded my judgement? Regardless of how great she is in bed, I’m a brother first. I protect this club first.
And Bella… she doesn’t deserve to be talked about like she’s some bad person. The woman is the sweetest, most tender woman I have ever met and I couldn’t imagine her trying to fuck us over.
“Prez! Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? When have I ever gave you any idea I wouldn’t back the club first? I swore on an oath, asshole!”
“You will be able to make a decision on puttin’ that rat down even though you’re shackin’ up with his daughter, right?”
In the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t have said what I’m about to say. The words slip out of my mouth before I can even stop them. “Of course. She’s a chick.”
She’s just not a chick to me, though. I feel it in my bones she and I are meant for more than just temporary fucking. Yeah, we’re playing house right now and it’s great. Long term, I want her. I want her fully as mine. I don’t give two shits that she’s so young.
And, I don’t give two fuckin’ shits who her dad is and what he’s done.
“Beast, I’m ready to go home,” Bella calls from next to us.
My back tenses up at the thought of her hearing the conversation we just had. “Uh, Bella, how long have you been standin’ there?” I question hoping for her to say she just got here.
She looks pissed off and I know she heard everything I said to Prince. I’m fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
“Not long.”
Her two words are icy.
“You okay, baby?”
She nods. “Yeah, I’m just ready to go home. By the way, Prince,” she calls out to my president who turns to look her way, “if you’re looking for my dad, you won’t find him. He’s probably in a different country. My dad had a shit ton of money and he told me he would run if he needed to.”
