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Chapter Twenty-Three

Omen

THE LAST THREE weekshave been pure torture. I haven’t been able to do a damn thing with the road rash and sprained wrist. I’ve had to sit on my ass and watch as everyone else went to work and lived their lives. Well, I heard about it because Oaklynn and I had moved into my house. My dad, Homicide, and Grudge brought in everything Oaklynn had bought for us and set it up the way she wanted it. Slowly over the weeks the house I barely used turned into a home for the three of us. There were a few times I got angry over the fact that I couldn’t be the one to help my woman get our home ready. However, my dad told me that my job was to recover from being run off the road so I could be there sooner for my girls. When he put it like that, I settled down and did as the doctor told me and did absolutely nothing. The best part of the whole thing was I got to take care of Amanda while everyone was busy in the house. It hurt like hell to even hold her, but I gritted through the pain and was the dad I should be.

Oaklynn has taken care of me from the second she wakes up until she drops into bed, exhausted at the end of each day. She has made me meals, ensured I’m not up moving around, and changed the bandages where my road rash is until the doctor told me to leave it uncovered. Oaklynn even made sure I took all of my medicine and understood when I told her I didn’t want the pain medicine any longer because I hate sleeping the day away and how it makes me feel all loopy and out of it. A few times, I made sure Oaklynn was taking care of herself by having my mom, Kimber, or Melissa come over to help me and take care of Amanda so Oaklynn could nap, shower, or just sit down and do absolutely nothing for a while. She loved those times and I watched her entire body deflate as she let everything fade from her mind and focused completely on herself. Those were my favorite movements of the last three weeks.

Amanda is growing more every single day. I can’t believe the difference from the day she was born until now. She loves her tummy time that we now do on one of those baby mats on the floor. Amanda loves cuddling up on my chest and falling asleep in the safety of my arms. She watches her mama move around the house when she’s awake. It’s not much, but our baby girl is already staying awake just a little bit longer each time she gets up to eat and gets changed. The pediatrician is amazed by her progress over the last few months as well. Our girl is going to be a heartbreaker when she gets older and I’m definitely going to have my work cut out for me because the boys will flock to her. No one will ever be good enough for my girl and I will make sure she knows to set the bar high so none of those little fuckers treat her less than the princess she is. My girl will know not to take anyone’s shit and if a guy wants to treat her less than she is, that she’ll dump his ass after getting her revenge.

Homicide and Melissa have been over almost daily. When he’s not at work, they’re here hanging out with us. The house is chaotic and so loud with the twins and all the kids together. I wouldn’t change it for the world though. Between my best friend, his wife, and Oaklynn, I’m slowly realizing that there was no reason for me to fight this feeling and the idea of having a woman at my side. Oaklynn is amazing and one of the best things to ever happen to me. She’s given me our amazing daughter and brought Homicide and I even closer than we were before she came into my life. Homicide has been there for me every day since the accident and we’ve talked about everything. Things we never talked about before like me being in a relationship with Oaklynn. He’s surprised I have no doubts about the two of us and that I’m all in at this point. I’m not. Oaklynn is my girl and she will always have my heart.

Homicide and Grudge finished the bike for the fire department. I wasn’t allowed to go into the shop to even look at it. Homicide and Grudge didn’t want to take it out on the first ride because that’s my job. So, my dad stepped in and took the bike out for a quick ride to ensure everything was going to run right and not give anyone who buys the bike a problem. He told me it rode smooth as fuck and was one of the most comfortable bikes he’s ever sat on. That the sun light made it sparkle on the badges and chrome and the red of the machine was blinding. I got pictures from him and was amazed at how the bike turned out. It’s even better than I anticipated and I can’t wait to be the one to unveil it at the charity gala for the fire department next week. I’ll be released to get up and move around by then and no one wants to take that away from me.

Dr. Constantine is really happy with how I’m healing. The road rash is still there but most of its gone by now. There’s no pain in my wrist these days and he’s let me start using it. It was stiff at first and I was really nervous to use it while holding Amanda because there is a weakness to it now that I’ll have to rebuild in the gym. I don’t have to have the bandages on now and all that’s really left are some parts of the road rash that were worse than the rest. Everything else has healed and there are no daily reminders of the day my life was almost taken from me.

Today is the day I’ve been waiting for though. My dad scheduled a meeting with the President of the other club and they’ll be at our clubhouse in less than an hour now. Oaklynn, Amanda, my mom, and the other ol’ ladies and kids have been put in a room in the clubhouse with Knuckles and the Prospects so they’re not alone and spread over the compound or town on their own. This way they’re all together and will have multiple sets of eyes on them. I’m not comfortable with it, but at least my girls will be close and I can get to them in seconds if needed.

Walking into the common room, I take a seat next to my dad. When Josh brings over a beer and bottle of water, I grab the water. I will have a clear head when this other club enters our territory and we sit down with them. No one in the common room has beer or any other alcoholic drink in their hand right now. We’re all going to be free of alcohol so our minds are clear and there’s nothing to hinder us in any way. We don’t have to wait long before my dad’s phone rings and he’s told the President and a few of his men are at the gate waiting to be let in. Everyone in the common room stands from their seat as my dad and Carbon walk to the main door of the clubhouse and open it while we wait for the other club to enter.

Rage fills my veins as Grudge stands on one side of me while Homicide takes the other one so I’m not able to get my hands on these fuckers until the time is right. I’ve already guaranteed everyone here that my hands will be covered in their blood today and I will take out any of the fuckers who have tried to hurt me and take me away from Oaklynn and Amanda.

“Calm down, Omen. You’ll get your payback on these fuckers. Just let the meetin’ play out and see what your dad is gonna put in motion,” Homicide whispers as the few men from the other club walk into our clubhouse and greet my dad and Carbon.

I don’t move my eyes from the group as they walk in with their heads held high and their eyes taking in each of us and where we stand. It’s the same thing we’d do if we went to another clubhouse. Even one of our allies. What shocks the fuck out of me is when three men are walked in with their hands and feet bound as if they’ve been arrested. Their bodies are bruised and I know these are the men who have tried to take me out. Everything in me is pushing me to get my hands on them, but the two men at my sides hold me back as my dad turns to face me. He nods his head at Homicide and Grudge who lead me into our meeting room. I take a seat right next to my dad’s. Homicide is on my other side and Grudge remains behind me.

When everyone else enters, all attention is focused on me. My dad sits next to me and indicates for the other President to sit across the table from him. After everyone has taken their seats with the three assholes forced against the wall behind the other club members, the meeting starts.

“Rooster, thank you for havin’ us here today to get this situation resolved and taken care of. It has never been my intention to piss you or your club members off. I’ve just found out that I should’ve contacted you before we moved to our town to get your permission to do so. The information I was given didn’t come from a reliable source as I once believed,” the other President speaks up and doesn’t take his eyes from my dad so we can see the truth of his words.

“I appreciate that, Blitz. We’ve had that discussion and all has been forgiven. You know where I stand and what my guys will do if any of you interfere in our business or we find out you’re doin’ shit we don’t agree with. No drugs, prostitution, or traffickin’ of any kind. Dependin’ on how this meetin’ goes, will determine our relationship in the future. I’d like to build an alliance with you and your guys, but trust is earned and it will take time after what’s been done to my son. I’d like to hear it from you what has been goin’ on,” my dad says, resting his hand on my shoulder as he keeps his eyes on the men sitting across from us.

“Several months ago, we had two girls come to one of our parties. They talked to us about stayin’ on as club girls and we didn’t see a problem with that. Boomer didn’t do a background check on them the way he should have after fuckin’ one of them. They filled the heads of the asswipes behind me with lies and manipulated them to believin’ their words as the truth. One of them said that the man called Omen was an abusive fuck who got off on hittin’ and beatin’ on women. That he likes pain with his fuckin’ and hurt them on multiple occasions. The other bitch said she was in a relationship with Omen and he was ready to make her his ol’ lady until some other skank showed up claimin’ to be pregnant with his child. Meanin’ he cheated on her and abused her when she tried to make the other girl leave them alone. That she only wanted her man and let her emotions lead her,” Blitz informs us as rage continues to fill my veins and flow through my body. I’m ready to jump out of my seat and get my revenge on these fuckers.

“And you did nothin’ to fuckin’ stop your men from hurtin’ me without findin’ the truth of the situation? Especially from two women you knew nothin’ about who just suddenly appeared at your clubhouse,” I ask, my voice a hard, low growl as I jump out of my chair and face the men across from us.

“It’s not an excuse, but I didn’t know what the hell was goin’ on. My ol’ lady just lost her battle with cancer and I was at her bedside as this was all goin’ down. I wasn’t the President I needed to be and thought my VP would step up like he swore he’d do. I’ve been with my ol’ lady since we were sixteen years old and now I have nothin’ left but this club. We weren’t blessed enough to have children of our own because of her cancer and the treatments she had to undergo. I thought I could trust the men I’d surrounded us with and it’s only now I’m realizin’ just how much they’ve taken advantage of me. My VP has already been dealt with,” Blitz states as my heart breaks for the man I know nothing about because I can’t begin to imagine losing Oaklynn for any reason.

“I’m sorry for your loss. Here’s the truth of the situation. I’m not a bad guy. For most of my life, I’ve said I didn’t want an ol’ lady or kids of my own. I watched my mom cry all alone as my dad lived his life and dealt with the club on a daily basis. The two of us were left alone more often than my dad was with us. I swore I wasn’t about to have a woman or kid feel the way we did when I got older because I knew there was no way in hell I wasn’t gonna be part of the Dirty Slayers. While I may not be takin’ over bein’ the President of the club, I am an officer and my duties do take up time I could be spendin’ with my ol’ lady and daughter. However, I’ve found a balance and my life is amazin’.

“The woman your men were told I was cheatin’ on that skank with is my ol’ lady. Honestly, I never fucked either one of them and I never would. I made it look like I was about to one time because my head was still up my ass when it came to my ol’ lady. The first day Oaklynn stepped foot in this clubhouse and told me she was carryin’ my baby, those two sluts attacked her in the bathroom. Slammed her head in the fuckin’ wall and she ended up in the hospital because of them. We kicked them out and thought we’d never have to deal with them again. That wasn’t good enough for those two though. They cornered my girl in the grocery store of all places and attacked her verbally before shovin’ her into a shelf stomach first. This caused my daughter to be born early after Oaklynn started bleedin’ all over the floor of that place.

“I’m in love with my ol’ lady and would never put anyone before the girls in my life. Those two lied to you and because of that two attempts were made on my life. I was almost taken from my family for no fuckin’ reason. That will not stand!” I state, giving my truth as I lean on the table in front of me while Homicide and Grudge hold me back.

“I’m sorry for the men I thought I could trust. I will do whatever it takes to make this right with you and your club. That’s why I’ve brought the stupid fucks here with us today. Their punishment won’t be delivered at our hands. It will be up to you to deal with them and get the revenge for them hurtin’ you. Or attemptin’ to hurt you. This is just one of the ways I’d like to start makin’ things right between all of us,” Blitz says as he looks between my dad and me without addressing anyone else in the club because the decision is ultimately up to the two of us.

“No blowback for takin’ out these sorry pieces of shit?” my dad questions Blitz as I turn my attention to the three fucks behind him.

“None whatsoever. You have my word. The club has already voted on it and we’ve taken their cuts. Their bikes will be held for any new member who doesn’t have the money to buy a bike after we’ve gone through them to ensure nothin’ is wrong with them. I’ve taken all the money they’ve made through the club with the exception of one. That money has been given to his family because he’s a deadbeat dad and his ex and children have been strugglin’. I needed to make that situation right. You want the money from the other two, it’s yours. If not, I’ll redistribute it through the remainin’ men I can trust in my club,” Blitz responds, sitting up straighter in his seat and keeping his eyes locked on my dad.

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