“It’ll be fun!” he said. Famous last words.
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“Sorry!” I muttered for about the twentieth time to the huge, hulking brother wrongly named Tiny. He was staring down at his boot as Darcy sat on his foot and clung to his leg. Shotgunwas removing Wade from behind the bar, where my son had hidden. Darcy, however, was batting her eyes at Tiny and squealing, “Mine!” repeatedly. Tiny grunted as I managed to wrest Darcy’s hands away.
Tiny stomped off, and I released Darcy, who flew across the floor to latch onto Chance. The huge president of the MC stared down as she batted her eyelashes, and he smirked.
“Mine!” Darcy cackled loudly as she clung to his leg.
Chance bent down and scooped her up.
“You want him?” Clio asked.
“Mine!”
“You can have him,” Clio agreed, and Chance scowled.
“Oi, you can’t tell the kid that!”
“Why not?” Clio asked ingeniously. “I’m getting the better end of the deal.”
“Clio,” Chance growled out.
“Hey, kid’s my niece, and she’s clearly going to be a biker babe. Darcy has to practise,” Clio quipped. “She’s doing me a favour taking you off my hands.”
Chance’s glare promised payback as Darcy pulled on his beard to get his attention. “What’s up, kiddo?”
“Mine!”
“Yeah, I’m your Uncle Chance.”
I watched as Shotgun froze mid-step. He gave up chasing Wade and turned to Rain, who smirked.
“Didn’t think of that, did you?” Rain crowed, and Shotgun shook his head. “He’s also older than both of us, which makes him head of the family.”
“The fuck it does!” Shotgun growled as Chance grinned. That was not a nice smile.
“Someone wanna grab the male ankle biter? I know he’s a brother in the making, but even so, he’s a bit too young to be drinking,” Levi called.
I spun around and gasped. Wade was back behind the bar, picking up empty beer bottles from a bin and draining the last of the dregs into his mouth.
Shotgun bit out a laugh and rushed over as I collapsed on a stool. “Holy shit. So many dangers.”
“Ah, don’t worry. This happens all the time. Be lucky the rest of the Holy Terrors aren’t here. On a Saturday after work, the club all congregates here, including women and children. Before eight, admission is restricted to family members. But decent people, not barflies or cheap whores. Anyway, I digress. Rooster’s kids are a law unto themselves. The things they’ve done to Kenny are like… no words can describe it,” Clio said.
“They blew Kenny up once,” Chey announced. I was surprised to find a famous music legend drinking in the clubhouse, but nobody else seemed to be. Chey was married to Celt, another singer in her band.
“Wait, what?” I gasped.
“And put hair removal cream in my shampoo, I was completely bald,” Kenny added.
I sat there, stunned. What kind of children grew up here?
“Anyway, a few months ago, Brax had just turned thirteen and decided he was an adult. Everyone’s partying as they do, and the next thing we know, Brax is chucking up everywhere. He hit Rooster, who controlled his gag reflex, but Wraith didn’t and puked. Followed by Alice, Bone, and Slaughter. Those of us with common sense, aka most of the old ladies, fled because we knew what was coming,” Clio said.
“They all threw up!” I gasped, laughing.
“Even Chance. It was a fuckin’ puke fest. And in the middle was Brax, who’d vomited because his idiot brothers had dared him to drink a bottle of beer straight down, and he had.” Kenny sighed.
