It goes from awkward as fuck to feeling like we’re having a family dinner within a few minutes. I’m not at all surprised how well she and her pack integrate with my boys, and once we explain how our relationship works—me as her Alpha and them as her pack—there’s nothing more said about it.
And it isn’t so much to prove to my boys that she’s mine, I talk club shit. I run through business with each of them, explaining to Tristan what each person does. We talk openly and while I said I’m not including her in The Fallen business, there’s no way I’m ever leaving her out of the loop either because the reality is, I die, all this is hers.
Tyson and Hawk disappear for a bit after there’s a discussion on how our prisoner is fairing. Rex is hanging on. But we’re making sure he doesn’t die quickly too; he’s getting kept alive and force fed until I’ve worked off some of my aggression. It’s gonna take a while especially since Steel spilled how Rex got in bed with Reid Anders, and while we knew of his involvement it adds to the rage inside.
The rage isn’t just mine, because much like I was spilling secrets with Tristan, her pack were with me as president of The Fallen. Rex Larkins was an evil fucker, and now he was going to be spending a long time paying for his sins with his pain.
The boys rush around to clean up, doing a fine job but also being overly anxious about how far in my house they can go. Makes sense though, there’s four Alphas ready to spill blood if our Omega gets upset for whatever reason. JB and Grinder keep checking she’s good before they enter our home.
“Happy?” I whisper in her ear, after my boys and her pack have finished eating and talking.
Tristan shuffles around to straddle my lap, kissing me hard, teasing me with her tongue as her answer. I hadn’t said a word about what I wanted to do next but she fucking knows somehow. Leaning in, and brushing her tits over my chest she bites my earlobe. “You got your gun, King? Time we sort the other shit out before we close up your house for the next few days, and you and my pack fuck me over every inch of it.”
I stand up, her ass in my hands. “All right, boys, let’s take this party down to the club house.”
Chapter
Fifty-Eight
TRISTAN
The club house is packed. And it’s huge. The place is dark when we step in, the music blaring. On one side of the room there’s a couple of pool tables set up along with old school pinball machines and a dart board on the wall. A really old Harley Davidson acts like a partition separating the fun zone with the tables and chairs. A jukebox is set up, and there’s speakers in between the rafters along with club flags, old cuts, and Fallen memorabilia.
It is undeniably King’s domain, I can see his influence, and the photos on the wall.
As soon as he walks in the room the conversation dries up. Although it’s not really a conversation it’s more interrogation, because the rows of chairs that face the bar, and the guys I just had dinner with, are full of women dressed in all different club gear.
A tremor of nerves makes me feel sick, but Tyson’s hand on my back and a squeeze of King’s hand soon alleviates that. Given the fact I just told my man to weapon up, I feel an itty-bit bad for what’s coming to the bitches that sold me out until the guilt I feel is burnt by the memory of whattheydid.Theypurposely crashed into my car with the intent of kidnapping me.Theypressed a rusty blade to my face and they humiliated me. Whattheydid will haunt me as much as what Rex did.
My pack stays behind the crowd, but they’re armed just in case. King walks me past all the rows of seats, past his wall of muscle before he drops his hands to my waist and lifts me up to sit on a stool at the bar in front of everyone. The audible noise from nearly every person when he does, lets me know wherever I’m sitting is a big deal. I lift my eyebrow at him in question.
King leans down, his mouth trailing a line of fire up the side of my jaw to my ear where he spills, “No one’s ever put their ass on my seat, the whole time it’s been here. Besides Raney. But even when she’s visiting, killer, that is your seat from this moment on.”
I smirk just for him before I get my game face on. I let him tug the neck of his shirt down, knowing he won’t flash my tits at anyone but they will see his name on my chest. He starts stripping slowly, handing me his cut first, before he pulls off his t-shirt, picking up my hand so it falls on my name on his huge ass chest.
“So hot for an old man. I’ve never told you that,” I tease him quietly.
“Fuck me, Tristan, you just earned yourself a sore ass.” King barely finishes speaking and the shutters come down in his brown eyes as he becomes King, The Fallen MC President.
“Club sluts do three things when they walk in the doors of my house asking to join. They sign a fucking contract my lawyers approved, and let’s not forget I even set you a time with our lawyer so you don’t ever pull the ‘stupid card’ on me later. If you’re still keen, next you dance on the bar so we can all see your tits and ass before the doctor gives you the all clear. Fucking STIs are no joke.”
There’s a rumbling of movement and noise from everywhere but King ignores it as he walks until he’s standing front andcentre of the rows of chairs. “And you learn that no means fucking no. It seems some of y’all need a fucking reminder. Club Slut is a title and a place… you are a slut in my club. Sluts take cock. Period. There ain’t any fancy dates or flowers, no plans for a future. You are literally a hole to fuck… but here’s the thing, you’re here cause you want to be. You want to ride Fallen cock.”
King stops talking when Steel starts walking from the back slowly towards him, which was part of the deal. Because while King knows all the Club Sluts at The Fallen, Steel’s seen most of the Death Riders’ women. He is deliberately slow in the way he looks at them and takes his time before turning his back on them and walking up to King to say a few words to him. His eyes are on mine though, and much like King is in work mode, Steel has a coldness to his grey eyes that sends a chill down my spine even though I know it’s an act.
“Shit,” King says, talking loudly so everyone in the club can hear. “Steel here just reminded me I didn’t even tell you what all this song and dance is about.”
Instead of coming to stand at the bar with me, Steel stands next to Joker making another point without opening his mouth. King has new people in the Club and they’re as important as his officers are. But he can also do what he wants without explaining to anyone what he’s doing.
“This is about punishment. You had your fucking chance of coming clean.”
King shrugs before he walks behind the bar. And I lock up in stress because this part brings way too many reminders with it, but I insisted it be done too. He draws the moment out, by reaching up to the top shelf and pouring me out a shot, sliding it and the bottle closer before he carries back the chair I was tied to and slams it to the ground in front of the women. The echo as it hits the floor matches the pounding of my heart.
Twisting around I snap back the shot of bourbon and pour another before I face the front again. My eyes jump down to Maverick and Tyson, their urge to come closer floods our pack bond but they won’t, unless I ask them to.
“Who’s sitting here first?” King asks, so much fucking Alpha menace in his voice that I have to start breathing with my mouth open.
There’s a stretch of silence, broken when Steel whistles, his eyes locked on one of the ladies. He flicks his head at her indicating she needs to move.
