Page 9 of Prince Charming

“You need to wear a bell, VP, scaring me like that.” Tag remarked and Hawk’s icy eyes flashed with his ominous humor. Tagthoughtit was humor, no one could be one hundred percent sure.

A crazy few minutes back forever ago when Tag thought he might want to date Gia. He made the colossal mistake ofjokinglymentioning it to her after Hawk staked his claim. All this time later, he wasalmostsure Hawk had forgiven him and didn’t want to murder Tag.

“Rider wants to see you.” Hawk informed. Then sighed as a big excitable body came through the clubhouse, heading directly for him.

Hawk didn’t do touching unless he was in a murdering frame of mind. So, it was lucky of Juicy, a prospect, and Hawk’s new half-brother, that he didn’t go in for a bro-hug.

“You ready to go?” The other man asked Hawk, looking like a happy peacock now he’dsort ofgot Hawk into accepting him.

It worked out well that Juicy spent most of the year traveling back and forth from Austin, Texas, spying on Rider’s cunt of an uncle. Because of Juicy’s sly intel, Rider killed several of Rex’s deals for petty reasons.

Their ex-president was a cunt personified and a backstabbing one at that.

Trying for years now to oust Rider by any means necessary.

The club at this point thought the old goat was an irritant, but loved fucking him over.

The ex-prez was all but broke and desperate to latch onto any deal he could.

“Go grab Krusher,” Hawk issued to his half-brother. Not looking happy that he was taking the kid home with him, “he’s in the kitchen flirting with Snake’s old lady.”

“Will do.” Juicy responded.

Tag grinned at the VP. “How’s it going with little bro?” Hawk scowled and played a hand down his long beard. “The kid never shuts his trap, but Sunny and Gia like having him around.” Poor guy was not a people person, as he told it, he’s a Gia person and everyone else can get the fuck away from him. They turned to watch Juicy ushering Krusher down the hall. He walked like a snail with a cane, so Juicy kept doubling back to him. Krusher was a club transfer member who’d also latched onto the VP, even though Hawk professed to hate it. Anyone could see their father and son relationship developing.

“Sometime today, old man.” Hawk snapped his fingers.

“Hold yer fucking horses, boy. I don’t move like I used to, like to take my time, don’t I? Don’t wanna miss any pretty faces.” Tag cackled at Krusher’s reply. He only hoped he had half the game Krusher did with the ladies when he got to his age. Which was around two hundred, far as Tag could tell.

“He was chatting the head off Winter,” tattled Juicy and earned an elbow from Krusher.

“We were talking romance books.”

“You into the sex books, Krusher?” Tag asked with a smirk.

The old man grinned with his whole weathered face. “I like to bone up on all the new techniques. Not like it was in my day. Now women wanna get on top and do all this fancy shit.”

“You’ll break a fucking hip.” Groused Hawk, and he tossed a set of keys to Juicy. “Get him strapped into my truck, I’ll be a minute.”

“I don’t need a baby seat.” Argued Krusher.

“It’s that or I duct tape you in. My Gia would be pissed if your old ass flew through the windshield.”

“Such a good girl. If I were only thirty years younger.”

“You’ll still be too old for her, now get in the truck, you dinosaur, before we get snowed in.”

For not being a people person, Hawk had a lot of them around who hung off his every word, Tag would guess Hawk had no conscious realization about it.

They watched Juicy herd Krusher outside after bundling him up in a sheepskin coat.

“Looks like you got a houseful, VP.” Tag tried to hold in his grin.

“Don’t start. Mad-Dog is at my house too.” Gia’s dad and Hawk had a rocky start. “I can only hope Snake finds out the kid is fucking around with his baby brother and buries him in the mountains.”

Tag whistled. Snake was protective over the brothers he’d raised like his own sons. If Juicy was making a play for Bale, there might be a funeral soon. RIP Juicy’s horny soul.

The pair parted and Tag headed out back to Rider’s office. Before he got close, he was tackled around the legs by a blonde daredevil. Harper’s giggles erupted and Tag hunkered down to the baby girl. “Hey, there, Princess, whatcha doing?”

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