Page 37 of Fury
If Blade hadn’t called me away that day when I was ordered to make friends with Sky, she would have trapped me then, and I most likely would have made her my old lady out of obligation, which would have been the biggest mistake of my life.
Meeting Skylar saved me.
Subconsciously, I knew I didn’t want anyone else, which is why I never touched another woman after meeting her, believing I was just focusing on the job at hand and unfortunately for Lacey, when she announced she was pregnant, I had already had Skylar and I was about to propose. Fuck, I still have the ring, meaning I could have never given her my cut, even being the biological mother to my child.
And now it's time to finally throw out the trash, not only making my daughter happy but also making me one step closer to getting my girl back. Though I may need to look for a home off club property for us.
I don’t see Skylar wanting to live around Brick and Blade, especially knowing why…
Blade looks around the room before nodding to me as he takes a seat, confusing everyone, and I stand, knocking on the table to state I now have the floor and fuck me I am ready for this.
Everyone looks my way with a frown, not used to me speaking in church, and I state, “I hear by put in a vote to remove Lacey as a clubwhore and off club property effective immediately!”
Psycho speaks instantly and confirms, “Fucking Aye, and it is about time.”
“Aye!” Venom states while Viper nods and agrees, “It is about fucking time, Aye.”
One by one, every member in the room says Aye without hesitation, and everything in me settles until we get to Brick, and I tense again when he questions, “Is this so Skylar can come home?”
Blade scoffs, “Seriously, Dad? Say fucking Aye!”
Brick doesn’t reply to his son, and I look at him coldly as I growl, “No, Brick, I’m doing this for my four-year-old fucking daughter who asks me every night when I’m going to make the mean lady leave,” the brothers flinch while Brick swallows hard and I finish, “Skylar wants nothing to do with you, Blade or the club and while yeah, this will help me a little in the long term with her, especially gaining her trust back. I’m doing this for Tate, so why don’t you do as your son demanded for a fucking four-year-old and say, Aye!”
He nods and states, “Fucking Aye,” and I nod while Venom stands before walking over to the door and opens it shouting, “Lacey get your ass in here!”
“You really think Sky won’t want anything to do with us?” Blade asks as we wait for Lacey to hurry her ass.
Shrugging, I admit, “From what the source told me, no, I don’t think she will, not unless the source pushes her towards you.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Cannon, Venom’s uncle, says.
I wince and say, “Yeah, I know, but I won’t break Skylar’s trust, even for the club. I did that five years ago, and instead of explaining why I befriended her, to begin with, I lied for another two months when we became official.”
He nods, his brows still furrowed, while Brick fists his hands on the table, but I ignore him.
He needs to focus on his wife if he wants to even try for a relationship with his daughter, though I don’t think he’ll be able to fix things, not unless Skylar speaks up, which I don’t see happening.
She and Anna can read each other as a blood mother and daughter can. Anna isn’t ready to put her past out there, and Sky isn’t ready to explode on her family.
When the time is right, chaos will ensue.
“You called?” Lacey says with a bit of husk to her voice that has me rolling my eyes as she saunters over, especially when I know Venom wouldn’t touch her even if she paid him.
He doesn’t fuck the clubwhores, he never has and while yeah he fucked her once, that was before she was voted in and just hung around.
He nods into the room, and she grins wide as she walks in, her eyes going to all the brothers around the table before they lock on me, money signs shining, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Lacey, why aren’t you in day clothes?” Psycho demands, and she shrugs, twirling her hair with her finger, not seeing her predicament right now.
Brothers don’t call the clubwhores, prospects, or old ladies into this room unless they’re in trouble or we’re kicking themout. I guess because she gave birth to Tate, she believes she’s different.
So fucking naïve.
“I can wear what I want, I’m Tate’s mama,” she says with a sly smirk, and I chuckle darkly, gaining everyone’s attention.
“Actually, you’re not. You’re her egg donor, and your time at the clubhouse has come to an end.” I say with darkness, and her eyes widen.
“What, no, I’m her –”
