“Dad?” I confirm, and he grunts, “Nope, your road captain, and you know I won’t be able to bullshit with him.”
I hum, already knowing even omitting the truth is enough to burn bridges with Blaze. The fucker hasn’t had the best life growing up, and the fact that his dad is still trying to have a relationship with him is only making him grumpier.
“Blaze, brother, you’re on speaker,” Blade answers as a groan echoes behind me, and I smirk.
The fucker is waking up.
“Why am I on speaker?” one of my closest friends asks with confusion just as I state, “Fucking show time,” and I turn and prowl forward, Viper handing me a knife as I walk past him, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Was that Cage?!” Blaze demands, and I hear Blade sigh and admit, “It was, he needed our help.”
I hear Blaze curse up a storm because I didn’t come to him, but I ignore him and say, “Wakey, wakey, fucker,” as I slap Drake’s cheek hard and he groans, “My dick, she broke my dick…”
The men laugh before I hear, “What happened to his dick?” and I turn to see Blade has put Blaze on FaceTime, and I wave at the fucker.
“Your brother's girl kneed him after he backhanded her twice,” Psycho admits, and Blaze’s face changes from the smirk at my wave to his hardened anger. “Don’t lose your shit!”
“Said just like a true Pres,” Psycho mutters and I give him the finger as Blaze narrows his eyes with a slight pout just as Crusher comes into view and asks, “Are we having a party?”
I roll my eyes at the idiot as the Dark Angel brothers try to hold in their laughter. The fucker behind me groans in pain and I look back at the soon-to-be-dead man.
“To be fair, if he’s torturing someone who attacked his girl and went to our ally instead of us, he should allow us to at least enjoy the party,” I hear Knuckles explain and I groan, dropping my head just as I hear Bones add, “It does only seem fair doesn’t it, but if he’s killing, does that mean he’ll keep his patch now?”
“Well, that depends on whether we can convince his girl, when we finally meet her, to move here,” Crash interjects, and I huff.
Fuck’s sake.
“All that is missing is fucking Trick,” I grumble before the fuckfaces voice echoes in the room, “Nah, I’m already here,” and I look at him in shock while he glares at me.
Ah crap.
“Shit,” I hear Blade mutter, and Trick repeats, “Yeah, shit!” before he points at me and snaps, “Seriously, you didn’t even think to fucking call your club with this shit?”
His gray eyes burn with rage, and I wince and admit, “I’m not ready, brother,” and his nostrils flare.
“Shouldn’t you be with your wife?” I try, and I hear laughter echoing from the phone while the Dark Angels all look away, hoping to hold theirs in.
Am I trying to distract him? Yeah, maybe, but do I care? Not one bit, his right hook fucking hurts.
“She believes I’m away fucking some girl after one of the bunnies claimed that is what I was doing. Same bunny who is going around claiming I’m in her bed every night when I’m not,” he admits through gritted teeth, and I sigh, shaking my head.
“Brother,” I say with disappointment.
Allowing Clark to believe he’s fucking others, that their marriage really is only one of convenience, is a massive fucking mistake. He knows it, especially with the fact they’ve been married for six years already.
There’s always been a little something between them, everyone could see it, but both have refused to open their eyes,even after all this time, or Clark has refused, while Trick is slowly beginning to see it.
What happened wouldn’t have happened if there hadn’t been something there, and he would have divorced her by now otherwise.
“Just, not now, Cage, yeah!” he snaps, then demands, “What happened?” as he nods to the fucker behind me.
“He’s Drew’s ex from when they were fifteen,” I explain, “They were together for about a month, never went further than a kiss, and the fucker took it to heart when she ended things. He made decisions that basically ruined his life, and his idea of shacking up with her spoiled little sister to try and get into Drew's head was the best way to go. Since I came along, instead of taking his shit and her sister's, Drew finally stood up for herself.”
“So, why is he here then? At the Dark Angels, I’d like to add!” Trick growls, “Because being an ex with issues doesn’t normally warrant this, so what did he do to your girl?”
“One, he’s here because I’m not ready, so get off my back before I start talking about Clark!” I grunt, and he huffs before I state, “Two, the fucker backhanded my girl twice before she kneed him so hard, she broke his dick,” and Trick's eyes darken.
“Okay, so the fucker is dead,” he mutters, and I smirk, but it soon falls when he says, “Why don’t you continue then? When you’re finished, you can introduce me to your girl.”
