Page 32 of Battling Aries

The idea of knocking her up and watching her belly grow with my kid has some appeal. I wouldn’t mind it in the least. Guess that’s why I don’t give a damn. Because this time around, I’ll be there.

“Right.” Kevlar snorts. He shakes his head, moves into the room we hold church, and calls over his shoulder, “You’re fuckin’ screwed.”

“When it comes to her, I’ve always been fuckin’ screwed, and we both know it.”

“Yeah,” Kevlar admits, losing the humorous look in his eyes. “Guess that’s why it pissed me off finding out she was back here.”

I open my mouth to say something, but he holds a hand up, stopping me. “You don’t have to kick my ass. I know what I didn’t then. I get it, and I’ve got your back. She’s Rory, man, and I know what she means to you.”

“Just like I always knew what Rosemary meant to you the first time you fucked up with her.” That had been funny seeing her slug him for treating her like a whore. She didn’t mind giving him what he deserved.

When it comes to women, those of us in the club, know the difference between a damn good woman that you make an ol’ lady and those that are meant for just having a good time. Those bitches who want to ride our dicks and jump to another is just what they’re around to do. Ride dicks and fuck. That’s the only thing they’ll manage to get out of any of my brothers. No way are they gonna trap one of us into claiming them.

Hell, some of the stories I’ve heard bitches do is enough to make me watch every damn bitch I’ve fucked in the past. Never did I let them put the condom on me. Or even go down on me without a barrier. After I finished and filled the damn thing, I flushed it. I never let a bitch handle the condom themselves.There wasn’t any way I was leaving that shit around for one of them to take and use it for some reason or another. There were a couple times, I’d seen where a woman took a used condom and claimed she’d been raped. I wasn’t about to let that shit happen to me.

Kevlar goes to say something, but the door closes behind Cyprus as he and Viper step into the room.

“We had some uninvited guests early this morning show up at the gate,” Viper announces, getting straight to the point of us all being in church this morning instead of heading out to take care of business. Those sharp eyes of his flashed to me.

“Roger?” I spit out the name like a bad taste in my mouth.

“Two of his men,” Viper states. “They said they know she’s here and advised us to hand her over.”

“And you didn’t come get me?” I’d have killed one of the two and beat the other one, giving him the body to take back to Roger to send the message. I’m not going to fuck around with this.

“You were occupied with getting your head out of your ass and claiming your woman,” Cyprus answers, a smirk playing at the corner of his lip. “We had it under control.”

I shake my head, unable to keep the grin from forming on my lips. I had definitely been busy claiming my woman. She might not think so just yet, but I’ll show her. She’s not getting away from me. Not physically or emotionally. She’s got it in her head that I’ll fuck around on her, and she’s gotta learn I’m not gonna do that shit.

“So, what happened? You invite them in for discussions?” I hope like fuck they did. I’m inching to fuck someone up. Preferably Roger, but his goons will work just as well.

“They took off after Chrome told them at the gate to fuck off.” Viper grunts. “They did warn him they’d be back.”

“Of course, they will. They think they’re scary and that we’ll be shaking in our boots.” Kevlar scoffs and raps his knuckles on the table.

“I’ve been doing a bit more digging into Roger and his business,” Vulture states, eyes glued to his laptop.

“What did you find?”

I wanted to know every damn thing I could find out about the weasel in order to take him down.

Vulture lifts his head and stares directly at me. “You’re not gonna like what I’m gonna share.”

“What?”

“Roger’s men put a call out to him right after they left here,” he starts and looks back at his laptop. “After that call was made, Roger put a call into someone else. That someone being the one who was spoken about before that was wanting to cut him loose.”

“The new head of the death match clubs, Izaiah Cordova. Do we know what he had to say?” Viper asks.

“We don’t, but I’m sure it has to do with us.” Vulture grunts and slams his laptop shut. “I’ve tried to penetrate past his firewall a couple times but haven’t been able to do so just yet.”

“The night of the fight, he told me in warning we stay out of his business, and he’d stay out of ours,” Kevlar remarks.

“He’s left us alone since the fights,” Mace says.

“I think we need to reach out to Izaiah ourselves and see if we can’t find out from him personally,” I suggest.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Cyprus agrees.

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