Page 16 of Papa's Beloved

“We’re here to help you,” Stormy says.

“Help me what?”

“Come to your senses,” Olivia adds, easing into a kitchen chair.

“Yeah,” Lily says. “You need to get over whatever is holding you back from letting Papa claim you.”

I can’t be more shocked. I take a seat nearby. Too many shocks in a twenty-four-hour period. It’s not like people don’t know we’re together, but I didn’t know they knew I’d been refusing him.

“What did he say and to whom?”

Stormy shakes her head. “He didn’t say anything, girl. That’s not Papa’s style. His brothers know because they share everything.”

I know that about them. Gambit and Papa served in the Marines together. They couldn’t be closer if they’d been born twins.

Chapter 13

Nay

“It’s complicated.”

“What’s your biggest objection to letting him claim you?” Lily asks.

I draw in a deep breath. I don’t need time to think about it. I know the answer.

“He deserves someone better. Someone that hasn’t slept with all his brothers.”

“We’ve added new brothers since you stopped being a doll.”

“That’s besides the point.”

“What if they vote on it?” Stormy asks.

“You mean in Church?”

“That’s exactly what I mean. Plenty of clubs have to vote ol’ ladies in before they’re accepted. Gambit’s never followed that rule. If you’re worried about how they’ll feel about Papa making it official, have them take a vote.”

“Fine.”

The ladies let out various yells and whoops of joy. Crazy bitches. I love every one of them.

“You know the way to a man’s heart, besides giving him a mind-blowing orgasm, is food,” Lucia says excitedly.

“First, let’s get more of our girl's stuff and help her move it upstairs,” Delta chimes in.

We all work together and made quick work of getting clothes, shoes, accessories, and personal items moved into Papa’s apartment. Someone even grabs a few of my favorite throw pillows and puts them on his couch. After that, we head to thestore to gather food for a feast. Gambit texted Stormy earlier and let her know they should be back shortly after noon.

We take two SUVs with a prospect driving each one and more prospects following us. First stop the Ruby Slipper for breakfast. After all, we can't work on empty stomachs. I love their avocado toast and pig candy bacon bites. The toast makes up for the candied bacon, right?

When the girls’ order loaded tots, I don’t complain. Oh, I’m going to need to do double cardio tomorrow morning. Stormy orders a mimosa flight for the non-pregnant ladies to imbibe. The blueberry lavender is my favorite. Being close friends means we each taste all the flavors.

Fortified, we make a quick work of grocery shopping before converging on the club’s industrial sized kitchen. Stormy and I prep the chickens right away. We bought them pre-butchered to save on time. We get them into the buttermilk and spice mixture to soak.

Next, we grate the cheese for the six cheese mac and cheese. Gruyere, Asiago, American, fontina, sharp cheddar and gouda.

“Papa is over the moon for you.”

I smile and nod in agreement. “I feel the same. That’s why I’m fighting him. I think the vote will surprise you. Not every brother is going to be alright with him making a former doll into an ol’ lady.”

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