It takes everything in me not to jump across the desk, wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze until he doesn’t have an ounce of life left inside of him.
“And if she wants us both? What will you do then?” I pull myself together, my eyes piercing his as I wait for his answer. What he says will determine where we go from here.
“If she wants us both, then I’ll give her whatever she wants. Even if I have to share her with you.”
I smile widely. “Then I guess we need to learn to play together nicely. She can be your wife by law, but she’ll be my ol’ lady in all the ways that truly matter.”
“Guess we need to learn to share.” With those words, he stands and walks out.
Chapter nine
Earl
Ifinish up my work after he leaves and head to the clubhouse. Barking orders at some prospects may be the only thing to calm me the fuck down right now. The whole time Jax sat in front of me, I wanted to wring his neck, but if Melissa can’t choose, I need to learn to play nice—even if it kills me!
It’s only two and I already need a drink. As I pull up to the gate of the clubhouse, I catch one of the newest prospects, John, asleep on fucking duty. What if this happened when Ashlynn was in danger? Any of the fucking Devil’s Rejects or Mike could’ve slipped right the fuck in and taken my daughter.
I park my bike and get off, walking to the guard shed. The fucker’s snores sound like a freight train, none the wiser to my presence. Pulling out my phone, I take a nice little video, then message Javier.
Me: Where are you
Javier: In the office
Me: Hells Desire or the clubhouse
Javier: Clubhouse
Javier: For the next couple hours
Me: Come down to the gate and be quiet
I lean against the wall, pull out my pocket knife, and begin to clean my nails. Not once has the fucker woke up; instead,he’s still cutting logs, oblivious to the fact I’m about to rip him a new asshole.
A few minutes later, the sounds of rocks being kicked away, skittering across the ground, mixes with a familiar crunching as someone in boots heads toward me. I don’t have to look. I know it’s Javier, especially when I hear a thud against the shed, knowing he’s kicked a rock at it. He’s never outgrown being a kid even though he now has one of his own, albeit he’s eighteen.
Did the fucking lump wake up? No!
Javier opens the door and I place my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet, then point toward the fucking waste of space. I can see the rage building on Javier’s face. He’s thinking the same as me. This dickweed is putting our clubhouse in jeopardy.What’s even worse is that he's the nephew of one of our members—the only reason we accepted him as a prospect.
Javier’s eyebrows draw together, fist clenching at his side as he scowls at the sleeping man. He takes a step closer to him before lifting his leg and kicking John out of the chair. John’s arms flail as the chair crashes to the floor. He jumps up, immediately taking a fighting stance with wide eyes. His gaze darts wildly around the room, until his sight lands on Javier and me standing there.
His face instantly drains of color, knowing he’s fucked up royally. John runs his hand through his long hair as I watch him trying to form some sort of plausible excuse about why he was sleeping on the job.
“Prez—” he starts, but Javier cuts him off.
“Fuckin’ speak when you’re spoken to prospect and don’t even address the Prez. Your worthless pussy ass is in here, sleeping on the job. On top of that, you didn’t even wake up when not one, but two, of your officers came into the room.” Javier steps closer, squaring up to the shell of a man before him who’s already cowering in fear even though he’s the same size as Javier.
“It won’t happen again. I just didn’t get no sleep last night.” He tries to explain away his failure to perform his job.
“Not my problem. When you’re on duty in this shed, you’re protectin’ every brother in that buildin’. Drink coffee, get an energy drink, whatever the fuck it takes to stay awake and alert.”
I step outside of the building while Javier handles the mess inside and call another prospect to come take over at the shed. John’s going to be busy with grunt work for the foreseeable future, and if he’s lucky and proves his ass, just maybe when the time comes, we’ll patch him into the club. Or if not, he’ll get his walking papers.
“You got this. I've called in another prospect to take over. I’m headin’ to my office.” I pop my head back inside, letting Javier know before getting on my bike and heading to the clubhouse.
I park in my spot, nodding to a couple of the brothers in a deep conversation and make a mental note to talk to Corkscrew about his nephew.
As I step into the clubhouse, I see some of the brothers are already in party mode, with a fucking club whore riding their cock, or sucking it. My mind keeps going back to the decision of whether or not I want to cut the whores out of our club all together. After Nattiee, I’m on the fucking fence, but teetering toward doing it. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but with dealing with Ashlynn being kidnapped, then the pregnancy, it got pushed to the back burner. The only thing stopping me from doing it now is that the single brothers would pitch a hissy fit about it.
