Page 17 of When Life Sucks!

Turning to look at Jax when he speaks. “Black, you may not miss all your grandkids’ firsts. Beast and I have spoken about Alice, and we don’t want her leaving the club. She will, unless we remove Sacks from the equation, and her so-called friend Melody, who…by the way, we have locked in a room with Chalky watching over her.”

Now my grin goes from feral to pure evil. Chalky is over seventy. He’s one of the old brigade of brothers. He has no trouble taking out a woman if it’s needed. He hates cheats, liars, and traitors. Seems this woman is all three, from what Beast has informed me.

“One other thing about Melody, she is Sting’s old lady.” Jax looks at me, and I can see he’s waiting for me to explode. It doesn’t take long.

I open the door so hard that it breaks the hinges and falls to the floor. Rash and Yam grab their weapons from their back waist holsters. “Who we gonna kill, Black?” Yam asks and I storm past him, but I know they’ll both stay right behind me.

“CHALKY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” I shout.

A prospect behind the bar points at the stairs and I rush over as I keep bellowing for Chalky. When I hear, “HERE!” I run to the room ahead and stop in front of a woman sitting with her back to the headboard and a wrist cuffed to the ring on the wall. I’m not even going to ask why there are rings on either side of the bed. It’s nothing to do with me.

“So, you are the bitch that lied to her friend, cheated on her friend, and is the motherfucking old lady of Sting. You are not long for this world and it’s going to be a pleasure taking you out,” I snarl, but turn when I hear Beast step into the room and speak.

“She’s coming with us when we leave. She’ll not live easy. I’ll make sure of it. I think Pink Pleasures may have a vacancy,” Beast smirks, and I turn my head to look at this bitch. I know she’s not understanding what Beast is referring to, but she will. Pink Pleasures is our brothel and she’ll pay every day for what she’s done to my daughter, who’s a club kid after all is said and done.

Chalky grins. “I’ll travel with you when you go back. I’m gonna look forward to seeing this play out.”

“You are more than welcome, brother. Stay a while, chill out with us,” Beast grins, and I give this bitch a nasty look. Thankfully, she’s said nothing and as I step closer and spit on her, I notice she has clear tape on her mouth, so hey, she couldn’t say anything. Suits me. I don’t want to hear anything she has to say, anyway.

Yam and Rash are standing outside the door when we all step back into the corridor. Beast slams the bedroom door closed, leaving Chalky with the bitch.

“Yam, Rash, go get something to eat, rest up a while. I have more to talk to Black about before I take him to see his baby momma,” Beast chuckles at the last part of his speech.

Back in the office, Jax is leaning back in his seat, arms folded over his chest, looking more than a little laid back, chilled out, or whatever you want to call it.

Taking a seat myself, I look from one to the other. “Okay, spit it out.” I know they have something else to say as they keep giving each other odd looks.

“To keep Alice in the club, we think someone should claim her. Now, before you go off threatening and carrying on, listen up.” Jax is eyeing me carefully and I have a feeling I know where this is going. Turning my head to look at Beast, he has a smirk on his face. Yeah, I think I know.

“Okay.” That’s all I give them in response, for now at least.

“I’ve always liked Alice, and I’ve watched her with Sacks. She was not committed to him, and she has walked away from him more than a little easily. In fact, she’s just closed the door on him and moved on. She also had a problem with her mother regarding Melody’s involvement. At this moment, they are not on good speaking terms.

“I know that Yvonne has not always been the most reliable mother. She’s had a lot of male admirers, and some of them tried to get to Alice, but she was smart and made sure she stayed clear.

“Now, I think we, meaning Alice and I, could have a great relationship. I’ve wanted to snatch her up a few times, especially when I knew Sacks was cheating on her. But Beast told me to leave it alone, I was not the President at that time. Bolt used that for the club's advantage, and I can’t blame him, as he knew that the Alice and Sacks thing wasn’t going to last.”

“Okay, stop waffling. You want my blessing for you and Alice. That’s what you’re after?” I question.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’m good with that, but only if Alice is. I won’t have anyone claiming her if she doesn’t want it.”

“No problem…daddy…” Jax laughs.

“I’ll give you fuckin’ daddy…” I snarl, but I can’t hold the laugh that wants out.

“Come on, let’s go speak to Yvonne,” Beast stands and walks out of the office, with me right behind him. Seeing us leaving Rash and Yam rush over and follow, too.

Parking outside Yvonne’s house, the old lady is outside again. “Oh, hello boys.” She giggles to herself, and I side-eye Beast who chuckles at the boys comment, but gives the woman a wink.

I’m not waiting for this bitch. I try the front door, and as it opens I storm inside, with Beast right behind me. Yvonne is in the kitchen at the sink and is looking at me like she’s seen a ghost.

“Not nice to see you, Yvonne. But I’m here to tell you that you’ve had our daughter to yourself all these years, but now it’s my turn. You can forget being in control ‘cause she’s all grown up. I loved you and would have given you a good life. Yet, I’m hearing you’ve been with a ton of men yet still single. What’s that say about you? Now I’ve only come to warn you to keep your mouth shut. If I find out you try to influence Alice away from me, I’ll bury you somewhere your body will never be found. I don’t know what happened to you, but I hope you end up a miserable old crow, lonely and pitiful.” All this said in one breath, without giving her time to respond. Turning, I storm out of her house, give the old lady a smile and a wink, before straddling my hog, slam my helmet on, and head back to the clubhouse.

Jax informs me that Alice is not at work, as she doesn’t work over the weekend. But she has a few private clients, such as Teckie. Seems my daughter has brains as well as beauty, and I couldn’t be prouder, although I’ve had no input apart from my gene pool.

“Okay, we’ll have a ride over in a while. Let’s have a drink first.” Turning, I signal the prospect behind the bar and point to the bottled water in the fridge.

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