“I’m not going to even justify what I did. No one, club member or not, touches my daughters.” I chance a glance at Capone he is just looking at his feet. Yup, you’re fucked too brother.
“So, what the fuck happened out there?” Ace booms, sitting down in front of me. Cap and Flame along with my dad and Blade all pull up chairs forming a circle type thing. Lane leaves and walks up to the wing that's for her and mom when they are here.
“Um what happen was the safe house got shot up,” my arm is fucking on fire. Looking at mum, “Fuck, that shit hurts,” I seethe out unable to focus on anything other than my arm.
“Flame and a couple of the prospects and I were cleaning up. The girls were inside and well before we knew it there were bullets being fired from everywhere,” Capone pipes in as Flame rubs the back of his neck. I shake my head knowing damn well what's about to come.
“Cleaning up? What and where the fuck were you?” Ace barks. My mom jumps as does Mrs A who’s looking over his shoulder. I shake my head; this is going to be a long night.
“I was here. You know, planning and going over maps, surveillance, codes and guns with Blade and dad. You were out doing whatever you were doing.” Ma finishes with my arm, taping the new bandage.
“Keep it clean. I will look at it in two days,” she says kissing my cheek.
“Thanks, Ma.” I murmur into her ear kissing her back.
“Come on. Sheila, let’s leave the men to talk.” I watch as mom pulls Mrs A by the arm and they disappear into the lounge room. My eyes meet Ace’s they are fuming.
“Look, I wasn't there. I pulled in just as all the bullets started flying into the house. I ran right inside seeking out Senna she was standing in the middle of her room as a flurry of bullets came flying into the room shattering the window. I pulled her to the floor covered her body with mine and waited out the shit storm.” Ace just nods looking at me then Capone.
“They were shooting with semi-automatics and they made a fucking mess. There was as many as 8 shooters on bikes wearing black and yellow bandanas. That's all I could make out as I ran from the yard to the house and into the kitchen where Saylor was,” Capone adds into the mix.
Ace mumbled under his breath as I look at Capone. I could see he was annoyed that he couldn't make the ID of the gang or men that did this.
“I have a funny feeling that we have the Devils Knights on your tails too. Aren't their colors black and yellow?” Slipping my good arm into the pocket of my jeans I pull out a rather squashed pack of smokes, taking one from the pack and lighting it. I see Ace look at my father.
“Maybe we should listen to the boy, Ace,” my father states low and screaming authority. “Maybe it's time we give the younger ones some more intel and power. I think it's time they see things, watch, listen and know things that are different from the old days. Change is coming and they are the change.” Rubbing my finger over my bottom lip I think that may be the smartest thing my old man has said in a long while. I've been pushing for them to loosen up and give me more. I can handle it. They know this. It's the way now. Out with the old and in with the new.
“Didn't you just get a request from the Devils wanting 10 Kilo of coke and 150 AKAS?” Spade, my father, asks Ace. This is news to me and has me moving forward on the couch leaning my elbows on my knees.
“I sorted that. I told you.” Ace scratches the back of his neck. He’s nervous and he’s worried thinking that just maybe not letting me deal with the Devils has now ended up in the safe house being shot up. And we now have the Devils Knights, the Mexican Cartel and the wanna be gang banger Mexicans on our asses wanting fucking blood, guns, blow and bragging rights. Great.
“Well looks like you all need to sit around a table and really hash this all out. Make a plan and stick with it. Settle all this shit once and for all,” Wise man speaks up. It Causes me to whip my head to where he is. I forget he is here. He's always so quiet, stealthy and always listening, watching, observing us and our actions. He is in his late 70’s. He's like a grandfather to me. I always go to him for advice or to vent on the annoyance of my father and Ace; their lack of faith in me.
“Listen to the boy and follow. You old boys need to just trust,” he says picking up his cane from next to him. “Eight am be at church. We will all have a say then,” he stands and walks from the room to his private quarters on the lower level of the club.
Stubbing out my smoke I’m quite happy he has called an end to this talk as I’m not sure there is much more I could take. Nodding at the guys I take the stairs and slink into my room.
She's here. She is in my bed. Wrapped in my blankets leaving her scent on my pillow, in my sheets. Closing my eyes, a low groan ripples up my throat. Striping out of my clothing, dropping my cut to the chair and kicking off my boots I pull back the covers and climb in bed next to my sleeping beauty. Yup she's mine, all mine. And I could have lost her today.
Pushing a strand of hair out of her face her eyes flutter open and I am greeted by her piercing green eyes.
“Hey,” she murmurs out. Her voice laced with sleep.
“Hey,” I say back down at her. I pull myself deeper into the warmth that is her in my bed. Flinching at the pain in my arm from laying on it.
“You ok?” concern washes over her face.
“Yeah, babe. Just my arm is all.” I see guilt ripple in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,'' she says to me as her fingers come up and run over my collar bone.
“For?” running my tongue over my bottom lip
“Dad shooting you,” her lips quiver a little as I slip my hand under the sheet seeking out her body.
“Don't be, babe. I knew I’d get some sort of punishment.” She smiles slightly as my fingers grip her hip bone. It’s bare. Whipping back the sheet my eyes bulge as my cock twitches as my eyes fall to her body. Her stunning yet naked body.
“You have no clothes on” I say shocked
