Page 171 of 12 Months of Mayhem

Cain from the OG charter speaks up, “And if you ever come across someone wearing an Iron Fist cut, you hit Twist up before putting a bullet in their head and starting a new war. Last we saw them, they were in Oklahoma.” I don’t miss the way Nightmare visibly pales at the mention of them being in Oklahoma. I wonder what the hell that’s all about. More club politics, I’m sure, and I’ll probably never know them since we aren’t in either of their charters. We’re close to both of their clubhouses, but still far enough away, about an hour, to keep our chapter and the location.

“At this rate, I should’ve brought a notepad to take notes. I knew this was going to be a patch-over party, but not a fucking school session,” I mumble but it’s loud enough that the others manage to overhear.

Ripper glares, not amused at my shit-talking when he’s around two other presidents he no doubt wants to remain on the good side of and maybe even impress if possible. He needs to chill, though; the OKMC members have stopped through our club a lot; they wouldn’t do that if they couldn’t stand being around Ripper, nor would they have allowed us to patch over. Obviously, we possess some redeeming qualities to them if they’re welcoming us with new leather.

Rather than making the tension worse, my words make the group of brothers chuckle. Spider, one of the nomads, calls out, “Alright, who’s getting some strippers so we can get this party started? It’s been too long since I’ve been laid, and I’ve been around you broody fuckers long enough.”

Torch, their Death Dealer, huffs, “For fuck’s sake, you know Flame will have my ass over this shit. She’s going to set your fucking crib on fire if she gets wind of you bringing strippers around me, fucker.”

Odin, their VP grins, “And I’m not helping you rebuild your pad, it’ll be your own dumbass fault. Cherry won’t bake you that bread you like; you know how jealous she gets with other chicks around me, especially naked bitches.”

Spider shakes his head, muttering, “You assholes just had to go out and find the craziest set of ol’ ladies to claim, didn’t you. Now the rest of us can’t have any fun without you pussies whining your women are going to castrate you in your sleep. Bethany will always terrify me with the way she’ll cold-cock a chick hitting on Nightmare with such ease. It’s not natural, having women so possessive like that.”

A few chuckle, no doubt the ones with the crazy ol’ ladies.

Blaze cuts in, taunting, “You’ve just got blue balls since you can’t fuck Torch’s daughter. Tell us the truth, Spidey, you’ve got it bad for sweet little Annabelle Teague.”

The space echoes with everyone ‘oh-ing and oh-shitting,’ dropping shocked comments but also at the same time not sounding that surprised with Blaze’s comment.

Torch adamantly promises, “The next motherfucker who speaks my daughter’s name, or better yet, even fucking thinks of her, will no longer have a cock swinging. I will burn that shriveled-up pathetic tiny excuse of a dick off and then kick your teeth in.” His threat makes several of us laugh.

I’m so glad I don’t have a daughter; there’s no way I could handle men, let alone one of my brothers wanting to be with her. Ripper glances at me, “House, you gonna go get the girls from the club? Think they’d want to come party tonight?”

Of course, they want to party. Those women love me, but what will Raven think if I show up asking for them all to come by the clubhouse? Will she even care? Probably not. I’m acting like a chick over this right now, worrying about what she’ll be thinking of me when she’ll most likely not want anything to do with me. We fucked for my birthday; at least I think it was because of my birthday but I could be wrong. Anyway, it’s been a week since then.

Since I saw her.

Not my fault. I promise I was not blowing her off in any way. I’ve never been that sort of guy before, and I damn sure wouldn’t be some type of way with her. I’ve been busy as the SAA of our club; I have responsibilities, especially with this patch over. Okay, and I’ve also sort of been a little bit of a chicken shit about what went down between us. Don’t get me wrong, I want to see her—more than anything—but what if she doesn’t want to see me after the way things went down? We fucked in the strip club, and the other girls have to know about it by now.

The memory hits me of her voodoo pussy sliding up and down my cock and instantly the thoughts have me transfixed all over again. Yeah, I need some more of that for sure. She’s probably missing my cock by now too.

“I’ll go,” I agree with a nod. I’m definitely not going to not go and possibly miss a chance at seeing Raven. Even if she doesn’t want to come with the other dancers, at least I may be able to catch a glimpse of her or something.

“Hey, dipshit, I need you to ride with me,” I mutter, roping in my prospect the moment I see him.

“You got it. Where are we headed?”

“You too,” I mutter to Plague’s prospect. He’s about to get patched in and has no idea, so we’ve been basically making him be stuck up our asses to see how much shit he’ll put up with before finally welcoming him into the fold. My motorcycle is extra shiny thanks to Plague pimping his prospect’s cleaning skills out to the rest of us.

We load up without another word, and then we’re ripping out of the lot, bikes loud enough to know we’re coming long before we arrive. It only takes a few minutes before we’re pulling into the lot, the sign above blinking Girls, Girls, Girls. It’s normally a bright red, but it’s still too light outside for it to do much advertising.

We’re greeted at the door, the ladies always treating me like their favorite person. The moment we pass through the entrance and are inside the dimly lit bar, I’m scanning the room. I haven’t seen her in a week, and I’m so motherfuckin’ thirsty to lay my eyes on her I may as well be in the middle of a desert.

“What’s up, Papi?” Maria interrupts my perusal. She, Vanessa, and Jennifer, all surround me, eager for whatever I’ve got to say. They probably think we’re all going to come in and throw some drinks back like we did for my birthday. They’re down for another wild night with plenty of tips; I have no doubt.

“Got a bunch of brothers chillin’ and letting loose at the clubhouse. You ladies down to party with us tonight?”

Maria rubs her hand over my chest, leaning in to squeeze me. She’s been more handsy lately, and while I typically pay it no mind when any of them touch me, I can’t let it continue. Not if my girl wants me to herself. Who knows, though, she may not give two shits if I keep myself for her or not. I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching her, and if she had an ounce of the same feeling where I’m concerned, I want her knowing she doesn’t have to think twice about where my loyalty lies.

I catch Maria’s hand, my brows raised, and step away from her. “We got a club full of brothers right now, so it’ll be a good time. Raven here?” I finally ask, and three matching wide smiles grace their faces.

“Yeah, Papi, she’s around here somewhere. You gonna ask her to come play with the brothers too?”

It takes everything inside me not to growl at the thought. I’m the only one messing with her; my club will have my back on this. If anyone has an issue with it, I’ll make damn sure every single person knows she’s off limits to them. “She can come too,” I say instead. “Where is Raven?” I flick my stare at the others, but they shrug in response. Leaving them behind, I find Roxy next. “You seen Raven?”

She frowns but nods, “Yeah, she was here. Said she was leaving early since it’s dead, though. Went out the back door right around the time Maria was kissing your cheek and wrapping her arms around you.”

“Fuck my life.”

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