Page 56 of Falling for Her

I don’t have to wear the cut again, but I can have a relationship with everyone in this room, except the clubwhore. I won’t put that shit on my girl.

Bullet groans, “Fuck’s sake Bethany, we told you to stay the fuck away from the club today,” as the front door opens and I look towards the door and roll my eyes as she struts in, her eyes lighting up seeing me, but they dim when she notices I’m not wearing my cut.

She’s here in front of all the brothers wearing a see-through top and the shortest fucking skirt I’ve ever seen, giving the clubwhores a run for their money without a care in the fucking world.

Stone shakes his head and turns away, already having fucked up where she is concerned to the point his old lady left him who he is trying to get back especially since she found out she’s pregnant, but I do not see her forgiving him.

Infidelity is hard to overlook.

Bethany opens her mouth, most likely to say shit none of us want to hear, but clamps it shut when Butcher states, “This is your second strike. You are banned from the clubhouse, so fuck off. Third strike and you’ll be banned off club property, meaning you’ll have to find somewhere else to live and get a job to support yourself!”

Her eyes widen, and she gasps, “Daddy this is my–” but he cuts her off and growls, “Get the fuck out, Bethany, and go put some actual clothes on, you look like a hooker!”

She flinches as she looks around the room, looking for her mother but huffs when Louise shakes her head and the brat stomps her foot before walking towards the backdoor but slows when she passes me, her eyes eating me up, making me curl my lip and sneer, “Keep fucking walking, Beth!”

Her nostrils flare when I don’t eye her up back, and she picks up speed, but as she reaches the door, she screeches when Butcher demands, “Cleveland, escort her back to the house now and stay on guard until the meeting is over.”

The prospect rushes to her when she tries to rush down the hallway where Butchers office is and physically drags her out of the clubhouse.

She screeches, “Get off me, you fucking asshole!” as the door closes then slams shut and I shake my head, look at Butcher, and say, “Can’t you just be happy seeing me at Jacobs Bakery? Or even the tattoo parlor. I’m willing to work on things, willing to stay there, and to try and see you as an uncle again because, yeah, I’ve seen the pain my girl goes through every day without her mother while working to stay positive for her little brother. The thought of anything happening to any of you here,” I look around the room, “it is terrifying because you are all my family, but I don’t need to wear a cut or come here to have that relationship with you all.”

“You do,” Slick cuts in, making me look his way, and I blink as I take in his hair.

What the fuck?

“Why in the fuck do you have a pink and purple mohawk?” I ask, then mumble, “More importantly, why am I only just noticing?”

Acid grins from beside him and he rolls his eyes and admits, “I lost a bet with Acid.” I nod because, okay, that would make sense, but I soon scowl as he states, “I’d bet you would be home last week, and I fucking lost,” he holds his arms out, “This is who you are,” he shakes his head, and I just blink and state, “Dude, I can’t take you seriously with that hairstyle.” I furrow my brows, “Is that pink glitter?”

The brothers chuckle and he growls, “Yes it is now stop trying to distract me, you are punishing all of us for what Butcher and Pitbull did, and that is not fucking fair, especially when you know for a fucking fact if you’d had even mentioned one word of their plan then all of us including his own son would have started a coup against Butcher.”

“You belong here, Jokester,” Acid continues, “You should be going on club runs and fun runs, things you fucking missed out on because of their threats if you didn’t give Beth your patch.”

Cannon speaks next, gaining my attention, “We grew up together, taught how to ride together, let pigs loose and got into shit together,” he holds his arms out to Slick, Acid, and Bullet, “We are your family, and honestly, I’m fucking pissed you never confided in us what they were forcing you to do. We never fucking questioned your relationship despite it being out of left field. We knew you weren’t yourself, weren’t happy, and not confronting you is on us, but you not confiding in us is on you. You are punishing your brothers and your family for two idiots' decisions that all of us had no part in, fuck, even Victoria, who wanted nothing more than to have Bullet’s patch, said what they did was unforgivable and cursed up a storm.”

I raise a brow at that because, well, her mama and Bullet’s tried their fucking hardest to get them married, but they never threatened Bullet’s patch or his place within the family.

Hammer sighs and says, “The club is who you are, who you were always meant to be, Bullet’s right-hand man, his VP. We’ve allowed you five months to breathe, to have a life you wanted, but it is time to come home, back where you belong, ready to learn to take over from me. And the bonus? You’ll be bringing that sweet girl and her adorable brother with you along with all her baked goods.”

Bullet holds up my cut and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, my phone rings, and Butcher demands, “Do not answer that. Whatever client is waiting, can continue to wait. We’re not leaving here until you put that cut back where it belongs!”

I roll my eyes and state, “It could be Essy,” And he groans, knowing there is no way my girl would be calling because she is well aware of what today is but knows I’ll use this as an excuse to have a reprieve from them, making me smirk.

Shaking my head, I grab my phone out of my jeans pocket but furrow my brows and confirm, “It is Essy,” with confusion. I show my screen a picture of my girl and Aiden grinning at the camera, flour covering their faces, and Bullet steps forward with concern.

I don’t think much of it. I put the phone on the speaker as I answer, “Angel?”

A throat clears before Cody speaks, “It’s not Ess, it’s Cody.”

Bullet moves towards me, and I tense and demand, “What’s happened?”

The brothers tense and become alert, and Cody sighs, “She’s officially hit her limit.”

Hit her limit? What the fuck?

I frown and demand, “Tell me what happened, Cody!”

He clears his throat again and mumbles, “Fine, but I need you to promise me to listen to what I have to say and not fly off the handle.”

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