Page 27 of Taming the Bear
When I mentioned her kid, I felt a stab in my gut. I’ve always liked kids and when I finally got one four years ago, my baby’s mother, was so cracked out that my son didn’t survive. Jacob died shortly after being born and it’s killed me. The pain of never being able to hold my son, rock him to sleep, teach him how to ride a bike or pick up girls- has always gutted me.
Britney must have sensed what I meant because she nodded and then grabbed her purse as she left. “I met that new girl that everyone is talking about.” Her little eyebrows are raised and I can tell that she’s fishing for information about Chantal and me.
I smirk to myself. Britney is a good girl and I know that she wants everyone to be happy, but she has a hard time minding her own business. She’s notorious for gossiping and spilling all of the secrets that people don’t want her to spill.
“Yeah?” I say and take a sip of my coffee. I’m wondering if she would tell me what she knows about Chantal leaving.
Britney smiles and then walks out the kitchen. I guess that was the end of that conversation.
I walk through the clubhouse and start kicking the drunken bodies that are still passed out on the floor. “Wake up, Miller!” I say and kick his big body a little. “Get everyone out of here before the cleaning lady comes and cleans this frat house.”
“Bear?” I hear being called from the back part of the room.
I spin on my shoes and see my brother, Flip, standing in the hallway. “What’s up?” I ask him.
Flip is a good guy and I know that he has the best interest for this club at heart but sometimes he gossips like a little bitch. Also, he’s got a mad crush on Britney. To the point where he even asked her to be his old lady. She turned him down, of course because she’s in love with Mack Truck.
“So, you know your girl? Pinky?”
I nod my head and put my hands on my hips in an effort to punch him in his face for gossiping about Chantal. “Yeah. What about her?”
He walks over to me and flicks the camera button on his phone and I see an image of Chantal talking to Big Sir. “Why is she talking to this fucker?” He asks me.
I yank the phone out of his hand and look at the video of Chantal and Big Sir having a conversation in the middle of the alley behind our bar that we have downtown. She looks tiny compared to his big ass. His afro is looking worse and worse every time I have to push him off of my territory and now that he’s talking to Chantal… I’m going to fuck his shit up.
“I’m gonna go find out.”
“Prez, I know you’ve got some feelings for her but if she’s here to tell him some shit about us, we gotta take care of this. The last thing we need is to go to war again with this asshole,” Flip explains to me as if I should have known in the first place.
My nose flares and I walk past him and then back to face him. “Do you honestly think that I would fuckin’ let a chick in here to tell this asshole about us?”
I don’t give Flip a chance to respond as I hand him back his phone and then go back to my room. I’m surprised that it feels so empty without Chantal in here and I miss having her sassy ass around.
Fuck me! I fucked up big time by allowing some outsider into this life and not knowing anything about her. How am I supposed to know that she’s not some informant or something? Those things happen all the time. Hell, The Avengers got brought down last year because there was a girl in there that was actually a cop.
I’m being stubborn because I refuse to believe that Chantal would do something like this to me. If she can kiss me and sleep in my bed and then tell this asshole shit, she’s a psycho.
Once I’m dressed, I go out my side door to where I keep my bike at. This one is my baby and I custom designed it to have the emblem of Lucifer’s Lair on it and then a bear on the side. Since everyone knows my bike is the Ultra Limited, this is my bike when I’m not riding with my club. Where I’m Joe Montague.
Plus, I want Big Sir to know that he’s fucking with me and not my club by being around Chantal. And then I want to get to the bottom of this of why he’s in my business.
As I drive to the alley, I’m hoping that they are still there. If I get there and he’s gone, I’m gonna be pissed and I will fuck him up. I will find him and then I will extract the information from him until he comes clean.
And then I’m going to handcuff Chantal to my bed to make sure she doesn’t do something fucking stupid like this again.
Chantal
The only reason why I’m not freaking the fuck out as I drive to meet with Big Sir, is because this 50k will get him off my ass for another month. I owe him close to 250k and he’s getting demanding while waiting for it.
What sucks the most is, I can’t ask anyone to lend me the money to pay him off and I don’t think anyone would try to help me. I did this to myself and now I have to find a way to get myself out of this hole.
I pull up to the alley that we agreed upon meeting at and I turn off my car. I keep the money in a locked box in the trunk of my car in case he’s going to try something to fuck with me and tear apart my car looking for it.
Big Sir, a larger than a mountain African American, is already waiting for me. He’s wearing his infamous black coat with wrap around glasses that hide his eyes. I know that he’s more than likely stoned out of his mind because that’s how he is.
I get out of the car and put my car key in between my index and ring fingers for the added protection. As I close the distance between us, two of men come out from behind him and begin to search me.
The smaller one, that’s called Big Don, is patting my front side down and gets a little too friendly with my boobs. “Hey! Knock it the fuck off! This is not a petting zoo,” I snip at him.
