Just over one week, that is all it took for me to come to terms with the fact that she is mine, they are mine. One week to become absolutely besotted with them. One week to realize I can’t live without them and need them both under my roof.
One fucking week!
Chapter 12
Holly – Two Weeks Later
Laughter and joy fill the room, an air of family and love, and I smile as I look around the dark oak common room. The kids are playing, all content. Brothers are chatting. The women, who I’m told are clubwhores—a word I really don’t like—are plotting in the corner. They eye the brothers while scowling at the women I’m told are old ladies, women that the brothers claim in the eyes of the club or something or other.
Apparently, the clubwhores only attend family day if they dress appropriately and stay away from the brothers, but I’ve seen a few try to get the brothers' attention, especially Ace, who I’m told is the biggest player in the club now that most of the officer brothers, had settled down.
Apparently, it’s just Ace left, which I found confusing, because I thought Alex was single?
Or is he back with his ex, and I didn’t know?
No, he can’t be. He keeps calling and messaging me, for three weeks, he’s continuously making contact with me.
But we’re just friends.
I shake my head and turn towards the prospect as Alex calls them from behind the bar, and he gives me a cocky grin and asks, “What can I get ’cha, toots?”
I smile. “Just a water, please, I’m driving,” I reply, and he gives me a wink before getting what I requested, and I look back out into the common room, feeling surprisingly at home here, a feeling I haven’t had in a very long time, not since before my parents kicked me out.
Other than the constant glares of a woman who looks like she should be on the cover of a magazine with her platinum hair and deep hazel eyes, everyone has been nice and welcoming.
They’ve all accepted me into the fold and Ice and Honey had stolen my daughter as soon as we arrived. I must admit, allowing my daughter and her best friend to convince me to be here today wasn’t such a bad thing. To be honest, trying to say no to one child pouting and giving me puppy dog eyes was bad enough, but two? Yeah, nope. I was a goner. So here I am, at the clubhouse for a family day, despite them not being my family.
My eyes find Alex talking to a man he calls Trigger, who has his arm wrapped around a beautiful woman with blonde hair and green eyes, while a boy no older than ten stands beside them grinning, holding a cute little baby who, yes, I want cuddles with.
Tyson, the little boy, was born early. According to Alex, Trigger messed up a lot with his woman and even now, I can see her looking at him with hesitation but also hope.
Alex mentioned she doesn’t come to the club much so I’m guessing this is a big step for her.
The fondness Alex shows her makes me feel jealous, even though I shouldn’t. It’s something I never felt with Adam. Imean, yes, I was hurt when he cheated, terrified when he tried to crash the car or well, did crash it, but I never felt jealous….
It’s a feeling I don’t like because I know he’s burying himself deep inside my heart.
“I heard a rumor,” a voice says to my right, taking my attention away from Alex, gently cupping the baby’s head, and I look and lock eyes with the deep hazel ones that have been glaring at me all afternoon, just like they are right now.
“A rumor?” I ask as the man behind the bar places a bottle beside me, and I say, “Thank you,” and he gives me a soft smile before I focus back on the woman who is, yes, still glaring.
“Apparently, you’re trying to trap a brother like you tried to trap your brat's father,” she accuses with a gleeful sneer like she has me figured out, “I heard you’re poking holes in condoms to get knocked up by Dirty, that you’re trying to do something Cheryl failed at like a whore!”
I raise a brow at her and don’t react even though I really want to punch her for the crap she’s just said about my daughter. She stands there rigid, clearly pissed she didn’t get the reaction she wanted as a throat clears behind her, but I don’t look. I felt him approach—my body humming, still scaring the living daylights out of me—as he stalked over when she began talking to me all while his brother, Trigger, stands nearby, smirking, while his wife winces.
The woman doesn’t turn around; instead, oblivious to her surroundings, she hisses, “Get your brat and get the hell outta this clubhouse and away from Dirty. I see to his needs. He doesn’t need you to try and trap him just because your brat's daddy didn’t stick around when you tried to trap him!”
Wow, she has literally made a story up in her head and ran with it.
Instead of answering the woman, I look around her and ask, “Since when were we having sex? I thought we were just friends?”
Despite the anger radiating from him, Alex smirks while the woman, who isn’t very smart, furrows her brows at me.
“Who in the hell are you talking to, you weirdo? Turn around and get out before I drag you out!” the woman snaps, and I side-eye the sudden quietness, the brothers all looking with smirks.
Uh-oh…
“Okay, why do I have a feeling something big is about to happen?” I mutter, and the woman curls her lip at me like I’m the biggest crazy person going until Alex confirms, “Because there is,” his voice deep and growly, and the woman freezes, her eyes wide.
