Austyn looks up at me, and I pull her up for a kiss.
“Go ahead.”
“Right.” She gives me a squeeze then goes off with her mother.
I sit with Tug, Cooper, Nox, Green, and a few others.
“Takin’ good care of my sister?” Nox asks with an intense stare.
“What do you think?”
“Finally got in there, huh?” Cooper adds.
“Can we get off my love life, assholes?”
They both smile, letting me know they’re just giving me shit. While it feels good, having the cops here boils my blood.
Seeking my ultimate revenge will be worth it. I’ll wipe the world of those assholes once and for all.
A banging comes to the door.
“Let me handle this shit. Asshole’s gonna pin it on me.”
Sure enough, the cops are all over my ass, but have zero proof and can’t do shit to me. There aren’t any other witnesses besides James and my mother. No one to collaborate their story.
James is going to know what it’s like to get shit on. Fucking piece of shit is going down.
Afterward, I search the clubhouse, looking for Austyn and running into her mom.
“You know where Austyn is?”
Her eyes grow intense like she’s going to throw the hammer down on me and nail me to the fucking wall. This should be good.
Even I have to admit Princess is a badass motherfucker. She’s one woman you do not want to meet in a dark alley with her pissed off at you. She’s the one you want to have your back in that alley.
“Ya know,” she starts, crossing her arms over her chest, “always knew my girl loved you. You better not hurt her, Ryker.
I’ll slice off your balls.”
I feel my nads shrivel up a bit. I’ve heard stories about how Princess deals with men who fuck her over. Once, she ripped a guy’s balls so hard away from his body he sure as shit will never have kids.
“Gotcha.”
“Are you threatening again?” Cruz comes up to his wife and wraps an arm around her shoulders.
“Just makin’ sure Ryker here knows what it’s like to be in the family.”
I can’t help the smile that graces my face, taking that as their approval.
“Right. She’s downstairs with some of the kids.”
“Right. Thanks.”
I jet off down the stairs and into the basement. It was redone years ago to be more of a kid zone. Most of the time, the kids are just watching movies or playing one of the arcade games Tug insisted on getting. Not that I’ll complain. Skee-ball is fun as hell, but Pac-Man can suck my dick.
Getting to the bottom of the stairs, I see Austyn sitting on the L-shaped couch with only Mazie, Tanner and Rhys’s youngest daughter. Some movie is playing where they are singing about being wicked and the two girls have blue and purple hair.
“Whatcha watchin’?” I ask, moving next to the couch.