Page 2 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

My fingers clenched the steering wheel as I pulled out of the clubhouse parking lot and onto the street, going in the opposite direction from which the guys would ride back in.

Ramona looked over her shoulder as we pulled down the road, staring at the building that had been our home for years.

“Shasta, what happened?” she asked quietly when the clubhouse was no longer in view.

“They weren’t going to let you go, Ramona. They weren’t going to let either of us go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Snyder said that anyone was free to leave the club if they wanted to... but then Clash contradicted that. Clash said that because he and other club members had slept with you, and the fact that you are pregnant, that you aren’t able to go. They didn’t want any woman trapping their members with a child, nor leaving with a child that might be theirs.”

She straightened in her seat, placing her hand on her stomach in an act of protection. “That’s bullshit! This is my baby; I should be able to decide where and with whom I raise them.”

My head bobbed in agreement. “I totally agree.”

“And you? Why won’t they let you leave?”

My fists tightened on the steering wheel, their words hitting me hard once again.

“Because apparently I belong to all of them, and they want to enter some poly-type of relationship where they share me and shit.”

Ramona’s head swiveled in my direction, her jaw practically on the floorboards of the car.

“They didn’t say that...”

“They did.”

She ran a hand through her long black locks, her jaw tightening. “And I’m guessing that’s not what you wanted?”

My eyes darted her way, unable to mask the tears that were starting to pool in them.

“Oh, Shasta, I’m so sorry.”

Focusing back on the road, I gritted my teeth, keeping my emotions locked away. “It’s okay, Ramona. What I need is a complete break from the Lewd Outlaws. No more club. No more ownership. No more men. It’s time for me to find myself without the Lewd Outlaws trying to dictate my every move.”

“Amen, sister!” Ramona exclaimed.

She gave my hand a friendly squeeze, one that had me glancing her way again. “We’ll get through this together, Shasta. Just you, me, and this little one growing in my belly.”

Chapter Two

Snyder

Everything inside me told me to ride faster. I had forgotten my keys upstairs, so by the time I came back down to hop on my bike, Shasta had a good ten-minute lead on me.

But I wasn’t alone. Wasp was riding just as fast, both of us trying to be the first to get to her.

Deep down, I knew he was my biggest competition. The man never got attached to any woman, but I could see the way he looked at Shasta, the way he seemed to be just as enamored with her as I am.

Well, fuck that!

Shasta is mine!

No other motherfucker is going to take her away from me. I know I said I’d share her with the others, but that’s not what my heart truly wanted. I wanted her all to myself, to be my Ol’ Lady and for the others to keep their slimy paws off of her. Especially Wasp. That asshole didn’t need to fuck her up anymore than she already was.

Our bikes skidded into the clubhouse parking lot, and the second my kickstand was down, I was on my feet, running for the clubhouse doors.

A few of the club girls were standing outside, frowning when they saw the urgency in my eyes.

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