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“She regrets leaving with that guy, darling; she misses you. She admitted that she thought she could have been pregnant and was scared of how you’d react; it’s why she left.”

I chuckle that the bitch went that far, before kicking Snake in the gut hard, making him double over and grunt. I turn to my momma, anger building inside me that she won’t let this fucking shit go, that she continues to send women my way, that she continues to be in contact with the cunt.

“Alright, Momma, let’s get this straight, shall we,” I state firmly, making her furrow her brows, her blue eyes looking at me with confusion. I continue, “Firstly, if she thought she was pregnant, then it wasn’t fucking mine. It was probably Marco’s or Mr. Hall’s. I never fucked her, and the last time I even kissed her was when we were sixteen before I realized she was a patch-chasing whore!” Momma’s eyes widen, and Snake snorts but coughs to cover it up.

I glare at the woman who brought me up; the woman who just won’t let shit fucking go and sneer, “The fucking bitch was selling club secrets to enemies of the fucking club, information that you let slip several times because you were so adamant she was going to be my woman when she’s a diseased riddled cunt! She tried to sneak into Bull’s fucking office. Let this shit go because, if you don’t, then I cut you off faster than I can spit!”

Momma gasps at my words, but I ignore her, knowing it’s all her being dramatic, and turn, swinging at Snake who was ready for me. He dodges my right hook and sends his own my way, just missing my chin as I do a sidestep, swinging my left around and hitting his ribs, making him grunt. “Fuck, I should have brought Breaker with me.”

I chuckle as Momma growls in frustration and leaves, most likely to bitch to my father, who will most likely tell her to leave me the fuck alone. Snake and I ignore her and continue our spar.

I love Momma, I do, but the more she pushes women I don’t fucking want on me, women who don’t want the club life, the more distance I put between us.

I know she doesn’t like club life, but she chose it when she chose my father; it’s time she fucking lived with it.

Snake hits my jaw, sending a rippling pain through it, which I relish in, and we continue to spar, getting my anger out.

An hour later, my sweat drips on the concrete stairs as I leave the clubhouse basement. I notice the rustic-looking common room nearly full, brothers and old ladies all chatting, clubwhores and hang a rounds all trying to get some attention, while a prospect works the bar. I think his name is Mike, but he won’t last here with the information I found on him.

The fucker likes to snort drugs like a hooker likes to open her legs.

Shaking my head as he checks his surroundings before bending down to take a hit, I look around the room, knowing our new VP, Smokey, already has his eyes on the fucker.

My body itches again, and my anger wants to take over, knowing we still have a couple of traitors in the club.

I need a fucking distraction. Looking around the room, I whistle, causing several people to look my way, but I ignore them and command loudly, “Honey, Skittles, my room, now.”

They both squeal in excitement, and the brothers chuckle, and I notice Momma narrowing her eyes. I ignore everyone and follow the clubwhores to my room. I walk in and throw my cut on the chair, happy I’ve left my monitors off, and tilt my head as Skittles places her wet, juicy cunt underneath Honey’s face on my bed, while Honey wiggles her naked ass, wanting my cock.

I grin. This is what I love about these two. They don’t want a patched brother; they just like sex.

Why in the fuck would I want to leave this kind of lifestyle to settle down?

I’ll never get a fucking old lady; this is my life

Famous last words.

2

Brook – Twenty-Four Years Old

I grin from my spot on the bench, watching my little brother Oliver, who is only four, attempt the monkey bars, while my sister Josephine, now ten, stands beneath him, gently placing his legs over her shoulders so he doesn't fall, making him giggle.

I picked them up from school and daycare to help Momma and Daddy out while they were bringing the cows in from the fields, and of course, my siblings convinced me to bring them to the park.

They have me wrapped around their finger, and they know it.

Honestly, they are everything to me and have made our family complete; they have made me complete. They encourage me to flourish, to make them proud, to be someone for them to look up to.

It's because of them that I've worked my butt off in school, and why I'll be graduating in two years.

I smile, watching them giggle together.

When Momma told me Josy's name, I can admit I cried. Daddy said they wanted her to have the same strength as me, so they gave her my middle name.

I still expected them to treat me differently after she was born, being a then fifteen-year-old with irrational fears, but they didn't. If anything, I got more attention, while all of mine was on my little sister, and when Momma said she was pregnant again, instead of getting scared, I offered to stay home to help them, instead of moving into a dorm at college.

Best decision ever.

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