Page 84 of Lust

Chopper laughs, causing the girls to look at us from the couch and he quickly stops laughing not wanting their attention. God knows if we breathe the wrong way, we might get shot. And that was a possibility because I had shown Ivory where every gun is.

Turned out Chopper was in over his head, and brought Elle here to see Ivory. She had been hormonal with him, and his natural reaction was to run. So he disappeared for Sunday, which he doesn’t work, only to come back today, to her an emotional wreck. I was just assuming he had seen Elle in a similar state that I had seen Ivory in earlier tonight.

“Fucking women.” Chopper muttered before throwing back his bourbon. “I feel pussy whipped and she’s not even mine.” He glances at me “Fuck knows how you feel.”

In over my head might be the phase right now. I knew from last time chocolate and junk food were a big deal. So I made sure that was covered, and then turned Ivory’s favorite show on. Which turned out to be trashy television.

She says it makes her switch off not having to follow a serious storyline. I see it as it is… trashy television.

“What are they watching?” Chopper frowns, trying to understand it from here.

“Love island.”

“Sounds like crap.”

I nod my head.

Then I jump when Ivory yells at the television. Houston, we have a problem.

“I hate him.” Ivory shouts. “Who in their right mind would pick her over her, like seriously!”

“Her heels don’t match her outfit.” Elle snaps back.

Both glaring at the television now. Chopper and I share a look before they both start shouting at the television.

“I thought you had this covered Kace.” Chopper hisses under his breath at me, as we watch the girls turn on the television, which for all sakes was saving us from them. Chopper and I learn quickly that Ivory and Elle hormonal and together, turns out to be worse than them on their own.

As they begin to get abusive at the television. I begin to wonder if the television will survive the night, without something going through it.

If they were this worked up tonight, how the hell we were going to get through the funeral tomorrow?

59

Kace

“Fucking press.” Gabe muttered at the cemetery, and to be fair to him the place was filled with cameras. God forbid the family grieve privately.

Chopper is standing next to me, his eyes on Elle. He takes his job seriously. That or he just likes looking at her.

“The girls are taking it hard.” Links says and Chopper and I share a look. But don’t say anything.

“See the bikers are here.” Asher mutters, stepping to Links side. “God the girls are taking it hard.” He sees what we see, them both crying together, and the press were having a field day with, taking photo after photo.

I had seen the boys tear up in the service but they didn’t really cry. Ivory was a mess the whole way through it.

Gabe frowns “What date is it?”

“Twenty fifth.” Chopper and I say together. Because we aren’t going to forget which week hell week lands on nearly every month, any time soon.

Gabe smirks at me, leaning in. “Bet you are having a great fucking time right about now.”

I look him dead in the eyes. “It’s not normal for a brother to know his sister’s cycle.”

Gabe shrugs. “One starts to notice when spanners start to be thrown at you. God don’t miss that.” And now it’s confirmed. Ivory does get physical. I’d be in fear of my life, if I wasn’t a man. I roll my eyes at Gabe.

“Elle too.” Gabe is now grinning at Chopper. And then cracks up laughing, causing a few odd looks our way. Who laughs at the cemetery? Gabe. That’s who. Who is getting enjoyment out of Chopper’s and mines suffering.

Links and Asher look at Gabe, but he doesn’t say anything.

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