Page 45 of Johny B

Johny B

“Shit,” I growl, running my hand over the top of my head with frustration. “I forgot about Mammoth. I thought it was him earlier when you came by, but I’m sure as fuck happy that it wasn’t.”

“JB,” Mammoth’s deep, distinctive gruff voice comes from the other side of the door. “I know you’re in there. You’ve got two minutes to make yourself decent and open the door before I break the fucker down.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” I shout back, before placing another breathtaking kiss to Scarlett’s lips. “Or should I say, I just have.” I snigger. “Here,” I scoop up her panties and sweatpants from where I’d tossed them on the floor. “Go into the bathroom and get dressed. I need to let him in before he trashes the place.”

I wait until Scarlett is safely behind the closed door, then grab the towel from the floor and secure it around my waist before opening the door to Mammoth. He immediately pusheshis way in, eyeballing the room before focusing on the bathroom door.

“Please tell me it’s not Scarlett hiding in there?” he demands, scowling at me.

“It’s not Scarlett hiding in the bathroom,” I snigger. “Fuck, now you went and made me a liar.”

“For fuck’s sake, JB. Don’t be fucking with me, because if it is you and her that’s been rutting like rabbits, slamming the bedhead against the wall, being heard all around the club house, then you’re dancing with the devil, brother.”

“What can I say,” I shrug. “Slap me stupid and point me in the direction of Hell, but damn, it was worth every fucking second! If I have to face Smoke’s wrath, then so be it.”

“Jesus, JB,” Mammoth groans out as his ass hits the bed. The bed that is as messy as shit and coated in my ladies’ juices. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it in your pants. Cannon is going to go ballistic.”

“Just a fucking minute,” I growl back at my superior, “Don’t you dare disrespect what Scarlett and I have. I’ll take on anyone who stands in the way of us being together if I have to. You, Cannon, even Smoke, but I sincerely hope that it doesn’t come to it, because the club is my family, my life, but now, so is Scarlett. So, don’t ask me to choose, because you might not like the answer.”

“Calm the fuck down, will you,” Mammoth jumps to his feet, quickly taking the few steps needed to close the distance between us. His big hand comes down on my shoulder. “If that’s truly how you feel, then I’ll back you one hundred per cent. And I’m sure that Cannon will, too. Hey, it’s not like we’ve had the easiest of rides when it comes to matters of the heart, so believe me, we get it. But Smoke, fuck. You’re going to have one hard as shit fight to get him on side.”

“But he won’t be doing it alone,” Scarlett announces, stepping out of the bathroom. “I’ll be right beside him.”

“No, Scarlett,” I walk to her, holding her by the shoulder and look deep into her eyes. “I need to face Smoke alone. How much of fucking pussy would I look if I drag you in there to fight my corner.”

“He’s right,” Mammoth backs me up. “You know your father better than anyone. At times, Smoke is a closed book, giving nothing away. One thing I do know, is that he’ll have more respect for JB if he stands his ground alone, rather than going in with half a dozen brothers vouching for him. He’d take that as him being a ball-less cunt, lacking a backbone.”

“I’ll ask to see him today,” I stand tall, determination in my voice. “The sooner we get this done, the better. First, I need to speak to Prez. It’s only right he knows the situation before anyone else does.”

“Well, you better get on it now, because Smoke wants to see you this afternoon.”

I kiss Scarlett one last time and watch as both her and Mammoth leave the room. Grabbing my phone, I quickly punching out my Prez’s number. It’s coming up to ten-thirty here in Nevada, so Florida being in front by three hours, at least I won’t be dragging Cannon from his bed. Unless, of course, he’s having some afternoon delight with his old lady, Leah, because he can barely keep his hands off her most of the time.

The phone rings out, but it’s picked up before it hits voicemail.

“Johny B,” Cannon’s voice filters down the phone line. “How you doing, Brother?”

“I’m doing good, Prez. Thank you for asking. I’m sorry to disturb you, but I need to talk to you.”

“The talk…” the line goes silent for a matter of seconds. “I was wondering how long it would be. Must admit there was apoint when I thought it wasn’t going to happen, especially when you came up with the crazy idea of inserting yourself amongst the DVI. At one point I wasn’t sure you were going to come out of it alive. Thank fuck you did.”

“Sorry, Prez.” I’m shaking my head, confused. Not that he can see that, but what the hell is he talking about. “How long? I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Before you rang me to tell me that you’ve found your woman, and you’re asking for my approval.”

“You knew?”

“Of course I fucking knew,” he chortles down the line. “You were the most miserable motherfucker when you came back from Nevada. A quick call to Stone and my suspicions were confirmed.”

“What suspicions?” I question yet again.

“Son, whenever a brother is acting like his dick is in a clamp, his head is in the clouds and doesn’t even blink when a chick is parading around in the clubhouse naked, you know there’s a woman behind it.” He lets out a huge sigh. “Can’t say I was impressed when Stone let it drop that it was Scarlett. Talk about the heart wanting what it shouldn’t.”

“But I love her.” I sound soppy and pathetic. The most vulnerable I’ve ever felt and it’s while vomiting my feelings to my President.

“Then you have my blessing if you want her as your old lady.” Cannon replies. “And you can tell that to Smoke when you go plead your case, but know this JB, it’s not going to be easy. Good luck.” The call drops and I count my fucking lucky stars that Cannon is my Prez, and hope to fuck that my luck doesn’t give out with the other president prominent in my life.

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