“Here, I have this one ready,” Mama Bear says, smiling.
“Thanks, Mom. I’m starving,” I say, taking the burrito.
I take a big bite and close my eyes. Love this for breakfast.
“Killer, the club whores are bitching about you having an Old Lady,” Mama Bear asks, leaning against the kitchen countertop.
“Yeah, Mom. I have an Old Lady, and I’m going to marry her. She doesn’t know much about the MC lifestyle. But those fucking bitches, club whores, need to shut their traps. I hate that they want to claim the Brothers,” I growl, shaking my head.
“I understand, but be careful because they will try to cause issues with your Old Lady. Don’t forget that I would love to meet her,” Mama Bear says, smiling.
“I’m going to talk to Prez; this shit has to stop. Mom, I don’t want these bitches messing with my Old Lady or sisters,” I say, taking another bite.
“Killer,” Fiend says, walking into the kitchen. “Hi, Mama Bear.”
“I have a burrito for you,” Mama Bear says, handing it to him.
“Thanks,” Fiend says, smiling. “We need to get.”
Fiend takes a bite and looks at me.
“I’m ready, I say,” Nodding.
We pull into the Fiery Strip club parking lot and turn off our bikes. I take off my gear and place it on the seat. I pull my cell out of my Cut pocket, slide my fingers, and damn messages.
This fucking number called several times, and I need to find out who’s fucking calling me.
I scrub my face, close my eyes, and run my fingers through my hair. I roll my shoulders. I’m so damn tense, and fucking worried about Karla.
“Let’s get this done. I need to return and take Autumn shopping,” Fiend says, smiling.
“Yeah, can you call Autumn and ask her if she’s talked to Karla?” I say.
“Yeah, will do,” Fiend says, opening the back door.
We walk down the long hall and look for Fierce.
I stop to look at the club, at the Brothers getting ready.
Fuck!
What is Karla doing here?
“Karla,” I say, taking long strides, pressing my boots into the tile floor.
Karla turns to look at me, smiles, and runs to me. I open my arms and hug her close.
“Killer, I’m so happy to see you,” Karla says, with a teary eye.
“Baby, what are you thinking,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Killer, I’m working,” Karla says, rolling her eyes.
My gut twists, and anger swirls in me because my Karla thinks that she needs to work when she has me.
“Hell no. I don’t want you working here,” I say, shaking his head.
“Oh my God, Ace. I need money,” Karla says, resting her hands on her waist.
