“He disrespected me. Ain’t no motherfucker gonna do that.”
“Then fight it out or kill him, but do something.”
“You’re cool with that?” I ask Briar, because of all the men, he’s the one friend Pistol has.
“It should’ve been dealt with a long time ago. I’m more than cool with it,” he says, surprising the fuck out of me.
“I second that,” Torch pipes up, and all the men nod in agreement.
There it is. I have all the brothers’ support—even the one member I wasn’t expecting it from. Contentment settles inside of me. This is why I chose to be president. This is why the Devil’s Blaze MC is my home.
“Okay, then anyone want to weigh in about the Donahues?”
“Kind of late to worry about it. We back down now, we’re a bunch of fucking pussies. They want war. We give it to them. But I say we better make a motherfucking statement,” Beast speaks up.
“Is she worth the war?” Sabre asks.
“She’s mine. I’m claiming her. That makes her one of us,” I tell him, but I direct the words to everyone.
“She’s awful young, Boss,” K-Rex says.
“Fuck, you’re claiming her? I was hoping to have a go at her. It’d be nice to get some strange around here, even if it’s your sloppy seconds,” Torch cracks, looking at me with that damned grin on his face.
“Stay away from her, you horny fuck. You already nail everything with a snatch in a ten mile radius.”
“Hey, a man has needs.”
“You’re going to break your fucking dick before you hit thirty and be a sad-ass fuck popping pills to get a boner,” I tell him.
“No danger in that. Torch is my name, and heating up juicy little cunts is my game.”
“Whatever, just stay away from Beth.”
“Boss, you wound me,” he responds and I want to lay into him, but I need to direct this meeting in the right direction. We have shit to do and I need my motherfucking bases covered.
“All joking aside, we’re in for a fucking battle. I want phone conferences with the charters tomorrow.”
“Are we asking for help from outside clubs, like Diesel’s?” Sabre asks.
“We’re going to need it eventually. I want that path cleared, but I won’t ask them to join in until our hands are forced.”
“What about our families and shit? I know my old lady fucked up, Boss, but I need to think about Annabelle,” Beast says. I look at the big guy and feel bad for him. Jan is a miserable bitch. Beast deserves better, but he knocked her up and he’s a loyal fucker. He’s not going to turn away from Jan; he’s going to take her shit until he can’t no more, just to keep his daughter close. I’m not sure I can blame him. His daughter Annabelle is only three, and she’s a beautiful little thing who luckily looks just like her dad and nothing like Jan.
“We’re on lockdown. We increase the fucking security here and no one goes in or out. That means no one, Beast,” I warn him, because he knows as well as I do that Jan will be pushing that—especially when she runs out of her stash.
“Got it.” I can see from the look in his eyes that he does, so I let it go.
“Okay. We’ll have another meeting tonight to check on the status of shit. Everyone here, no exceptions,” I order, banging my hand on the table and making it vibrate with the force of the hit. Then, I walk out before anyone else. I have some fucking calls to make and I need to deal with Pistol. Maybe then I can go back to Beth without wanting to strangle her.
It’s dark outside by the time I get free enough to go to my room to talk to Beth. I sent word by Torch to have one of the men send her and Latch dinner, but I know she’s probably pissed as hell at being confined to her room. I can’t help it. She brought this on herself. She’s lucky I don’t have her chained to the bed. My dick moves and pushes against my pants to let me know he’s still alive as I picture Beth chained to my bed. The damn thing can just die back down. I’m not fucking Beth again until I make her see what a fucked up thing she’s done. I will not put up with her keeping secrets and lying to me. That’s a deal breaker. I’m not going to be like Beast, being led around by my dick and being made a fool of. No way.
When I make it to my door, there’s laughing going on inside and I instantly want to rip the door off the hinges and use it to beat one certain biker to fucking death. Instead, I open the door and stand there ready to snap his neck like a twig.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Torch looks up grinning. I’m really getting fucking tired of that grin.
“Hey, Boss. I decided to bring Beth some dinner myself.”
“Dinner was two hours ago, fucker,” I growl, and my eyes dart to Beth, who is blushing but trying not to look at me. She shouldn’t. The slightest thing will make me cross the edge right now.