Page 63 of Pope's Penance

I’m so much of a gentleman that I won’t point out that she’s a big juicy ass liar.Emphasis on the juicy ass.So delicious.

Anyway, I’m sure that’d be impolite or some shit.Anyone who knows me will know just how polite I am.Okay, so they’ll say impolite, but same difference.

“Love, G-Man, come give your dad hugs,” Birdie hollers.

Two sets of bare feet smack against the hardwood as they race to the kitchen.I brace myself for their little bodies when they barrel into me.Their arms anchor around my waist from each side, and I drop my arms to squeeze them tight.

“Are you going to be okay, Daddy?”Lovelyn asks.

“I’ll do my best, sugar pop.”

She giggles at the new nickname, and I smile, running my hand over her hair.

“Stay safe, Dad.”

“Will do, little warrior.”

They walk me out to my bike, giving me one last hug before I head to the clubhouse.I don’t look back as I pull out of the driveway because then I’ll fucking hesitate leaving them.

Finding Frankie is too important.

The club is buzzing with activity when I slide through the gates.

“How are we looking?”I ask Malice when I climb from the bike.

“Crates are loaded in the cage.Bikes are in top shape and ready to roll.Brothers are securing their homes.Once they’re here, we’ll be good to ride out.”

“Heard.I’m gonna run through some shit in the office while we wait.Let me know when everyone is present.”

Unfortunately, before I get to the office, Spunky and Dimples waylay me.

“Pope,” Spunky purrs, reaching out to touch me.“You look a little tense.Let us help before you leave.”

Coldness hits my core, and my lip curls in a snarl.I catch her wrist between my fingers and sling her hand away from me.“I have never touched either of you.Why the hell do you think I’d want your fucking snatch now?Either of you come at me with this shit again, you’ll be out on your ass.There’s plenty of dick around here.Go hop on one of those because you’ll never have mine.Understood?”

Ice drips from my words as I stare at them with eyes even colder.

“Come on, Spunky,” Dimples pleads.“I told you this was a bad idea.”

“You should’ve listened to her,” I tell Spunky then speak to Dimples.“Next time, don’t follow her like you’re her bitch, because now you’re complicit in this fucking stunt.You’re both on bathroom cleaning for two weeks.You crossed a boundary I set in place a long time ago.Get out of my fucking face.”

Anger flashes in one set of eyes while something dark and hesitant sparks in the other, but neither says a word.They scurry away with their heads down.

Very smart of them, really, because I want to cut off both their hands to teach them a lesson about consent.

I don’t get much work done before Malice texts to let me know the others have made it.After updating the brothers who are staying behind, fifty of us roll out the gates in formation, with Joker taking the lead.According to Cypher and Joker’s information, we shouldn’t encounter any rival clubs, so our colors stay for the ride.The roar of our pipes garners attention as we pass.People watch us glide by in varying expressions of awe, fear, and enjoyment.Little kids bounce excitedly next to their guardians when we acknowledge them with waves.

It’s nice to not see so much fucking judgement of us for a change.

Despite what we could be possibly heading into, we enjoy the hell out of the freedom being on the open road gives us.

This is how we spread our fucking wings and fly.

We’re vigilantes on steel steeds delivering retribution with the strike of my gavel.

About a mile from our destination, we coast into the parking lot of an abandoned building.

“Grab any weapons from the cage that you can conceal for the rest of our ride.We don’t know what we’re riding into, and we need to be ready,” I order, climbing from my bike and heading to the back of the cage.

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