Chapter Fifteen
Dutch walked in hisback door.The amused look on the few men’s faces told him something was up.
“What’s going on?”he asked.
“Your woman is with her friends again, and they’re partying,” Ghost said and then laughed.
Dutch pinched the bridge of his nose.Since they got back, his woman and the Devil’s Sons’ women FaceTimed on their laptops.While they were on the call, they usually drank or got stoned or both.Dutch had no idea when or where Naya got the pot, and she wouldn’t tell him.He suspected she’d brought a bunch home with her, but she wouldn’t tell him where she hid it, and he hadn’t been able to find it.
The alcohol she got from the stash he had in the house.When he tried to lock it up, he’d come home to a cabinet door that had been pried open and the lock broken.
Jesus Christ.Where had his sweet, innocent woman gone?He wouldn’t admit it to her, but he was secretly thrilled when she disobeyed him because she knew she’d be punished, and she kept doing it.
The first few times, he’d tried to tell Fury to control the women in his club, that they were turning his woman into a rebellious little brat.All Fury had said was, “You’re welcome,” laughed, and hung up—the bastard.
Dutch made it to their room, opened the door, and found Naya on her stomach on the bed, the laptop propped up against the pillow so she could see the girls’ faces as she smoked the small joint in her hands.The fact that she wore a small, tight t-shirt and white panties made his cock harden painfully.The shadow of her ass crack had drops of cum slide from his cock.
Dutch could see five of the girls from Fury’s club, and they all seemed drunk or stoned or both.
“Uh-oh,” Chelsea said and pointed over Naya’s shoulder.
Naya rolled to her back and grinned.“Hi, babe.”
He tried to scowl.“I thought we discussed this behavior before.”His teeth snapped together when the other girls laughed hysterically.
“Yeah, Naya,” Tara said.“You’re such a bad girl.”
Naya laughed so hard, tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.“It’s time to say goodbye to your friends.”
“But we’ve only been talking for an hour,” Naya complained.
“You can talk to them again in a few days.It seems we have to go over the rules again,” Dutch said.
That set off the girls again.His eyes narrowed when he heard one of them say that he was turning into a stick-in-the-mud.Fuck, he was sounding like her father and not the brutal biker he was.Jesus, he was turning into a pussy.
“Off the call now,” he growled.
Naya rolled her eyes, making him grit his teeth.
“I’ve got to go, guys.My man’s being a fun-hater again,” Naya said, setting off the other ladies.
They all said bye before Naya closed the laptop.She rolled to her back again and smiled.“Hi, honey, how was your day?”
