Page 14 of Zeus: Love of a god

It would be no sense, loyalty, and love when it came to her. Once it became public knowledge that she was mine, she would be protected by hundreds of Mount O Riders and anyone that was loyal to us. I was the Prez; therefore, Dindi was Madam Prez.I hope she is willing to learn how to ride a motorcycle.If not, that was cool too. I kissed her violin tattoo.

“Fuck!” She yelled out, and her pussy wet my dick up for the third time since I’d been in her.

When her shit tightened around my dick, it was my turn to shout fuck! I had to snatch myself out of her quickly because I damn sure didn’t strap up. That shit was irresponsible as fuck. We were gonna have to have that whole adult conversation about babies and shit. At my age, I was ready to have children. I just wanted to make sure that it was with my person. In my gut, Dindi Aria Paulson was my person.

I looked down at her as her chest rose and fell rapidly. The sweat beads on her forehead glistened. I climbed from the bed to get a washcloth to clean her stomach off. She told me to grab one of her bags out of my truck because she wanted to take a shower. By the time that I put my clothes back on, went to my truck to get the bag she wanted, and came back into my bedroom, she was in the shower already. It was instinct to join her.

She moaned when my arms wrapped around her from behind. I looked at her implant to make sure it was on. She showed me a while ago how to tell when I asked her. “I need you to get on birth control, baby.”

She nodded, then said, “Okay.”

I lifted her, put her back against the wall, then set her on my dick. I fucked the shit out of her against the wall. Yeah, she was going to have to get on birth control because that would be the last time that I pulled out.

After the shower sex and actual shower, we both got dressed, then went back to my parents’ house. They left a note telling whoever saw it that they went to lunch and would be back to cook dinner. I planned to chill with my baby, until I got a text to come to the Wheat House. I knew it was some bullshit if they wanted me there.

“I have to make a run, but I’ll be back,” I told her.

She smiled from her seat on the couch next to me. “Ok. I’m going to take a nap.”

I cuffed the back of her neck with my hand to pull her lips to mine. She deepened the kiss. I mumbled against her lips. “See you in a bit, Madam Prez.”

I took a couple more minutes to make sure that she had everything that she needed before I left. The Wheat House was a warehouse that we owned. We had a few warehouses where we held and processed wheat. However, only one was called the Wheat House. The wheat there was for show only.

From our compound, The Wheat House was almost forty-five minutes in my car. I chose to ride my bike out there since it was a nice ass day. When I pulled up to the compound, I saw Hades’s, Meliseus’s, and Arke’s bikes. When a person became a Mount O Rider, they were given the name of a deity as their rider name based on their job or personality.

Arke was Hades right hand. He was known as the messenger of the club. His career was marketing; therefore, he handled the branding of our club and businesses. He also handled shit with Hades when other kinds of messages needed to be sent or heard, much like what more than likely was about to happen. Poseidon’s bike pulled up right as I got off my bike.

I waited until he got off his bike to speak. “I didn’t realize you were back in town. You had business in Cali, right?” I asked with an arched brow.

My brother had never had any business in California until after Melody visited. All of a sudden, he had business there. I immediately called bullshit, but that wasn’t my business. He glanced at me sideways. “Shut up,” he said with a titter before he came over to dap me.

After we greeted each other, we made our way into the warehouse. Meliseus was at the front door waiting for us. His family moved here from New York when my parents did. Their business was honey and bees. Many of our beer and alcohol recipes consisted of honey. Their bee farms were what supplied the honey.

“What’s going on, Zeus and Poseidon?” He dapped both of us. We followed him to the back of the warehouse.

Once we walked into the room, we saw two dudes chained up from the ceiling. It was obvious that Hades and Arke had their rounds with them. “What do we have here?” Poseidon asked as he walked closer.

“Here, my brothers, we have two thieves. They thought it was smart to try to rob Aphaea’s dispensary. Caught her when she was bringing the baby in the shop to wait for her nanny and beat her up.” Hades’s voice was eerie. His eyes had that darkness that brought everyone pause.

Aphaea was one of our members who owned a weed dispensary that we were silent partners in. Her husband waskilled in the line of duty when she was six months pregnant with their second child. He wasn’t a rider, but he was supportive of our club. If there was one thing that I couldn’t stand, it was a woman beater.

“Man, we didn’t know she would be there. The store was supposed to be closed,” one of the dudes grumbled out. “It was supposed to be closed.”

I walked over to the table that had Hades’s tools. The pipe was all that I needed right now. The other dude was knocked out, and I didn’t think that was fair. He should be included in this conversation. I dug into my All-American college baseball skills bag to swing a nice one at his leg, to wake his ass up. He yelled out in agony when the metal pipe connected to his shin.

“Wake the fuck up, pussy boy!” I didn’t want the other young pussy boy to feel left out, so I delivered a swing to his shin as well. “Now y’all twinning, bitches.”

Both of them cried like toddlers. “Please, she had a gun. What were we supposed to do?”

“How about not rob the place to begin with, dumb fucks!” Poseidon finally spoke up.

Out of the three of us, he was the least likely to get overly amped. He was also the one to snap your neck spontaneously, then go have an acai bowl like that shit never happened.

“Prez, what you want the outcome to be for this situation?” Hades asked.

It was unfortunate that these two were known jack boys. I was surprised that no one had taken them out by now. They’d been known to rob people, retail stores, and partake in home invasions. “We haven’t done community service this quarter. I think this will be a good start.” I glanced up at the two fuckas hanging. “It will be a part of our ‘keep the community safe’ initiative.

“Arke and Meliseus, can y’all handle this, or y’all need Hades? Our parents want us home for dinner.”

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