Page 6 of Embracing the Consequences

Johnny sighed and shook his head. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the mirrored sunglasses, and she had a feeling he’d worn them on purpose. “Not good, babe. Not good.”

She sighed and nodded. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

“I need you by my side today, no wandering away. In front of all the charters today, you aremyold lady. As the soon-to-be president of the national charter, I need to be seen as strong. With that comes a strong old lady, do you understand?”

She frowned. “Kinda. So many already know that you share me with Kevin and Derrick, though. Is that going to change?”

He shook his head. “That won’t change. I know you started this with Kevin. I know you two had something first, but this has grown to be more among the three of us. I don’t want that to change. I won’t let that change, OK?”

“OK,” she said slowly, still trying to wrap her head around what he was really saying here.

“But today,” he sighed, running his hand over his hat-covered head, “today, all eyes will be on me, son of the national president, VP, and soon-to-be new president. I need to be seen as strong and unflinching. Unmovable. Does that make sense?”

She nodded and slid her hand from around his neck to rub over his bearded cheek. “You’ve gotta be seen as impenetrable, even within your relationship with me. Top of the world with no one able to come between us.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to her lips, a soft, gentle, chaste kiss. “For today, try to keep the PDA with Kev and Derrick to a minimum. They should have been here to explain it too, but I’ve dropped the ball this week with you with all the shit in my head.”

“Hey,” she said, shaking her head. She ran her hand along his jaw again. “Don’t beat yourself up. Your dad was murdered, it’s not your fault. You have every right to be in your head. I’m honestly surprised you’re even able to be with me after what my father set in motion.” She sighed, looking down.

His arms tightened around her waist. “You have nothing to do with your father. I love you, and that isn’t going to change because your father is a piece of shit.” He growled.

She smiled faintly, trying to ignore the tears welling in her eyes. She took a deep breath and willed them away. “I love you too. I’ll be by your side all day, and tomorrow we’ll talk about everything else. OK?”

He nodded and leaned down and pressed another soft kiss to her lips. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against her lips.

“Yes, you do. Come on,” she muttered, patting his chest and slowly pulling back from him.

Kevin “Rockstar” Adams stoodoutside the clubhouse with Derrick and Hotrod. It was early in the morning still, but Kevin hadn’t been able to sleep. He felt like shit for leaving Kara alone at home. He hadn’t gone home the night before, and when he’d run into Derrick half asleep in a recliner in the lounge, he’d realized that Kara was home alone.

Around four a.m. Kevin had finally gone into the garage office and kicked the couch that Mayhem was passed out on. Johnny had startled awake, but Kevin didn’t care; someone needed to be at home with Kara. It wasn’t safe for her to be alone, not with Las Serpientes and the Devil’s Psychos making moves against the Knights. And Johnny had all but ghosted Kara all week. It wasn’t fair to her.

It had taken some time to get Johnny up and out of the clubhouse, but once he’d finally left, Kevin replaced him on couch to catch a couple hours of rest.

Now that he was standing outside the clubhouse, around one of the many firepits that Kara had thought to bring in, he was upset that he hadn’t gone home himself. He would have loved to wake up with his woman wrapped up in his arms, her curvy body pressed against his. He had been a damn fool for staying the night before.

“Here he comes,” Hotrod murmured, nodding toward the gates.

The men manning the gates moved and opened them quickly as Johnny rode through them with their girl riding bitch. “Hot damn.” Derrick groaned, eyes on their woman.

Kevin couldn’t blame him; she looked fucking hot as hell. Her blond hair was down and full of big sexy curls. Her eyes had dark make up that made her bright blue eyes pop vibrantly. The red lipstick though? Fuck him. He’d love to see those pouty red lips wrapped around his cock. Maybe he could sneak her away at some point in the day.

As soon as he had that thought he knew he couldn’t. Not today at least, not with every damn charter here for the funeral. With the vote later and Johnny possibly taking the helm as national charter president, Johnny was under the microscope today. He would need a strong woman by his side, one who wasn’t shared with his brothers, even Kevin and Derrick, at least for the next couple days.

Once their visitors left, they could go back to normal. Kevin just wished he had spent the night at home, wrapped around his woman, so he didn’t feel so lost now that he had to keep his distance.

Kara slid off the bike, and Kevin groaned. She wore a leather jacket over a halter style corset top and a fucking leather skirtwith knee-high biker boots. She was fucking gorgeous. She knew her role today and chose an outfit to fit that—add in the two sleeves of tattoos and she was one badass babe. She was going to be a damn fine Head Bitch in Charge of the old ladies.

“You boys going to be OK today?” Hotrod asked, his voice soft and gruff as he stared across the lot at Johnny and Kara.

“Gonna have to be.” Derrick sighed, his eyes on their girl.

Kara took a step away from Johnny so he could swing his leg over the bike. Once he was standing, he grabbed her hand and headed toward the three of them standing at the firepit just outside the clubhouse.

Kara ran her eyes over Derrick and Kevin, briefly noting Hotrod standing with them, as she walked over, hand in hand with Johnny.

“I’ll give you guys a minute,” Hotrod muttered before he walked away.

“Morning, Pres.” Derrick’s voice was louder than normal as the two of them walked up.

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