Page 72 of Falling for Her

I can’t help the smile that comes out before Pitbull embraces me from the side. I grin his way, but he’s not looking at me. Instead, he is looking at my cut with hope.

“Son?” he asks without looking at Damian, his eyes fully on my leather. Damian sighs, righting Levi, who grins and runs over to me, hugging my leg and making me smile.

“Okay,” Damian says and quickly takes me from his father, the child wrapped around my leg following, then announces, “Brothers,” gaining everyone’s attention.

The music switches off, and I close in on Damian without meaning, hating the attention after what happened. The therapist said it’s normal to feel uncomfortable in a large setting after my trauma. I just didn’t believe him until now.

Also, it doesn’t help that the clubwhores are now glaring at me, and I really don’t want to start a fight.

“I would like to introduce you to my old lady, Esmerelda.” He announces, looking at me, then continues, “Who has also agreed to move onto club land with me.”

The room vibrates with the brothers cheering, and I chuckle as Damian’s arm tightens around my shoulders while his dad hugs him and rasps, “Thank you for coming home, son, and I am so sorry for everything.”

My eyes tear up when I feel Damian hug his dad back tighter before, one by one, every brother comes over to introduce themselves to me, not caring that I’ll mostly not remember any of their names after this.

Damian’s mom hugs me last, and it is only then that I let go of Damian and hug her back tighter as she whispers, “Thank you for bringing my son home,” I nod, knowing not to refute her words.

“He won’t stay loyal to that. He’ll be back in my bed in no time, right where he belongs, one way or another,” a voice rings out as someone walks past me, and I tense.

The woman sounds full of jealousy and possessiveness.

Honey pulls back and I shake my head at her not to cause a scene right now, but she ignores my gesture and looks to see who said the words.

Walking down a hallway are two women, the same two who glared at me he hardest after Damian announced me to the club, walking away and Honey shouts, “Candy, Crystal, get your ass’s over here right now!”

I wince as both women pause, and the room quietens.

“Mama?” Damian questions, and Honey points at the women, stating, “One of them declared you’d be in their bed in no time no matter what, and I’d bet your father's Harley it was Candy.”

The woman with multi-colored hair stiffens, and I’m guessing that is Candy, the same woman Damian mentioned last night might cause shit because he slept with her a lot after the whole Bethany crap.

Of course, she’s beautiful with an ass most women dream of.

I raise a brow at Damian because seriously, he couldn’t screw an ugly duckling but he just rolls his eyes at me and then glares at the women.

“Crystal?” Butcher says sternly, and Crystal looks at Candy, who shakes her head at her, indicating to keep quiet. This time, I roll my eyes. “Did Candy say that regarding our future VP, a VP who has an old lady, pregnant and all?” Butcher demands, knowing his old lady would not lie but giving the woman a chance to show where her loyalties lie, or well, that’s what I’m guessing.

What? I read a lot, so don’t judge.

Crystal timidly tucks her long white hair behind her ear and looks at me before admitting, “She did. She wants Jokester, always has.”

“More like his patch,” I chime in, unafraid of these two women.

Crystal stands up for her friend and scoffs, “And what you don’t?”

I raise a brow and admit, “I didn’t even know he was part of the club when we met.” She flinches at my truth while the brothers chuckle. I continue, “I refused to talk to him for weeks after I found out because he kept a whole life away from me when he knows every little detail of mine, so no, I wasn’t after his cut. I also didn’t encourage him to take his back so I could get an old lady patch. Bethany having me raped and me nearly losing our child did that.”

Crystal looks down in shame, then flinches again when Butcher booms, “Candy, get your shit and get out. Tate follow her and make sure she doesn’t try shit. Crystal, you are on warning until further notice meaning no sleeping with the brothers!”

Crystal nods and whispers, “I’m sorry, Esmerelda,” as Candy gasps, “What, no, this is my home,” and this time I flinch, but Damian wraps his arm around my waist from behind, cupping my tiny bump and whispers, “This had to be done, angel, she wouldn’t stop until you were out of this club all because I slept with her months ago. I won’t have her make you feel unwanted because if you leave, then I leave. That is how this works between us, and Butcher knows this.”

I nod, knowing he’s right, and then groan when Butcher says, “Funny, because your boyfriend lives just outside of town, where you disappear for days on end, not doing your work, pushing your luck. This isn’t your home, and we have proof of you stealing from the other clubwhores, Crystal mainly, and then giving whatever is valuable to your boyfriend to sell. Your attitude and threat to an old lady just sped up your eviction.”

Of course, she’s a traitor that I’d have to feel sorry for losing her so-called home.

The women all scream and shout as Candy freezes, her eyes wide. I mutter, “Okay, I don’t feel sorry for her anymore,” and Damian chuckles while the women chase after Candy, who, instead of going down the hallway for her things, jumps out of the open window headfirst.

“Ouch, that’s got to hurt,” I mumble as a painful cry echoes, and Levi holds my leg tighter and I cup the back of his head.

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