Page 42 of Possession

“I’m going to go check and make sure Ollie isn’t burning the place down out there, but you guys can use my office for as long as you want to talk.”

“Wait,” Mason said, holding up a hand, even though he was several feet away. “Six said he was going to send Kenneth in here to check on you.”

Tomas waved him off. “I’m sure he’ll find me at the party and then poke and prod at my face. But I’ve had a fractured eye socket before. This isn’t that. It’ll just take a little time to heal.”

Vinnie looked at him when he said that, a strange expression on his face, then shuffled out of the way so Tomas could open thedoor. He gave one last look at the two of them and then headed out, closing the door softly behind him.

As he entered the main area of the clubhouse, he had to smile at the controlled chaos Ollie so easily managed. If he ever wanted to become a member of the club, Tomas figured he’d be President within a year. Luckily for Tomas, he seemed to be satisfied with sleeping with a biker instead of becoming one.

The birthday boy had arrived. He was off in the corner, CJ sitting on his lap and his hair still damp from his shower. It was still kind of weird for him to think of the two of them living a few miles away instead of just upstairs. They’d fit in so seamlessly with the club, Tank patching over and then bringing CJ in to live with him immediately afterward.

Tomas and Demarcus had worried the dynamic in the clubhouse would change or be too much for the two of them, but instead, the club seemed to be adapting, changing in a way he hadn’t anticipated but approved of.

While he wasn’t always gung ho for the changes, he couldn’t help but admit that even if the rumors of their kink parties were causing problems in the community, it had brought the club closer together. So many of his brothers and sisters had apparently been secretly craving different aspects of the lifestyle, and it wasn’t until it was brought out into the public by first CJ and Tank, and then Ollie and Six, that D had realized more people wanted the same types of relationships.

He moved closer to where Tank was sitting in a recliner, his hands possessively on his boy as CJ told him something animatedly, gesturing toward the ceiling over by the bar.

“It was hilarious,” he heard him say as he got closer. “He’s taking your birthday party very seriously.” CJ saw him walking up before Tank did, and he smiled at him. “I can’t even imagine what the other guy must look like if that’s your face.”

Tomas snorted. “All three of them looked pretty worse for wear, that’s for sure. Though Marv barely had a scratch on him.”

Tank shook his head, a small smile behind his beard. “That man, I don’t know how he gets into these fights and manages not to get hit.”

“I guess he’s just faster than his opponents.”

It was true. Marv had studied some sort of martial arts since he was a kid, though he rarely used the skills he had honed over the years outside of the studio.

“Where are Mason and Vinnie?” CJ asked, glancing around the room. “Is everything okay with them?”

Tomas nodded. “They’ll figure it out. They’re talking in my office.”

“Uh-oh, incoming,” CJ said, using his chin to point to something behind Tomas.

He didn’t even have to look to know who it was. He sighed when Ollie reached his side, planted his hands on his hips, and demanded, “Somebody going to tell me what the hell is going on with my best friends?”

Tomas turned an unimpressed face at him. “I think you should talk to your best friends about that. But not right now,” he added quickly when Ollie started to stomp toward his office. “They need to settle things between the two of them first.”

Ollie sighed long and loud, but before he could try and pester Tomas into giving him any information, a man around the same height as Ollie with light brown skin and blue scrubs appeared at Ollie’s side. He held an overnight bag in one hand and a familiar-looking medical kit in the other.

The first time the club had met Kenneth, he’d come to stitch up Six’s back since he was the one who usually did the sewing and couldn’t quite reach it. He’d brought his supplies in a plastic bag that time and when he came to take out the stitches a few weeks later.

But since then, he’d started carrying a leather bag, like what doctors used to for house calls, whenever he was around the club. Tomas wasn’t sure of all the contents, but it always seemed like Kenneth had exactly what he needed whenever one of them got into a scrape or did something stupid when drinking.

“Good lord, Six was right,” Kenneth said, studying his face. “Sit down so I can take a closer look.”

Tomas sighed and sank onto the couch next to Tank’s chair. “You know what I miss?” he said dryly.

“What’s that?” Tank said, his low rumble nearly getting lost in the music that started to play on the sound system.

“I miss the days when there weren’t so many subs fussing over me.”

CJ and Kenneth smiled, and Ollie cackled. “No, you don’t.”

No. He supposed he didn’t.

SUB CLUB INTERLUDE

Ollie

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