Page 13 of Fury
I point at the old fucker and snap, “You were out of fucking order Brick. You demanded I get to know your daughter, adaughter you hadn’t even tried to speak to since she was ten, only moaned about it, and guess what? I fell in love with her, and I’m making her mine, meaning I need to tell her the truth, so get fucking used to it!”
“You did what?” Anna growls lowly from beside us, and even I fucking freeze in fear at the anger she’s showing us.
“Stay the fuck out of it, Anna!” Brick snaps before focusing back on me, and we don’t see it coming. Her fist swings, hitting Brick in the nose, making him grunt as she sneers, “That is the last fucking time you disrespect me, Brick, in front of the club, especially when last time I checked, you created another child with someone else then refused to let me leave, treating me like a doormat for years, you inconsiderate fucking prick!”
That said, she glares at me, making me step back a little, then she storms away, the back door banging in the process, everyone looking that way in shock while Brick's mouth hangs open before I hear a throat being cleared.
I turn my head and lock eyes with Lacey, and I frown and demand, “What are you doing here, Lacey? Hang-arounds are only allowed here Friday and Saturday nights you know this.”
She smirks before holding up a stick, a fucking pregnancy test, and Blade quickly grabs my shoulder in support because I know what she is insinuating, and the sheer glee in her eyes proves this was intentional and suddenly, Brick is the least of my concerns.
She fucking trapped me, the bitch trapped me, and because of her, I lost my love, but I gained a daughter who is my everything.
I’m fucking conflicted over my feelings with it, and the only reason why the bitch is still at the club is because I don’t want my daughter to hate me when she gets older. I would rather her grow up and see having Lacey around is a good eye opener for her.
“Good, revenue is still building, but some of the girls are pissing me off with their pettiness, but otherwise, financially, we’re doing good,” Viper says, gaining my attention, and the brothers chuckle.
I don’t. My mind is always on my girls.
I fucking love Tate more than life itself, and I know Skylar loves her too after meeting her when she was a baby, which was by accident. I’d gone to take her for her first shots, and Sky was the receptionist at the time. It was like a mother's love at first sight, yet she wanted fuck all to do with me, with the club.
Years, fucking years, she has basically acted like I don’t exist, and I can’t take it.
Blade nods, then looks at Venom and asks, “Is the next run ready?”
He hums and admits, “It is. This time, it’ll be Psycho going now that he’s back,” he grins towards our VP, who gives him a middle finger, making me smirk.
Psycho was head over heels in love with Ivy, but of course, Ivy, being Ivy, wanted him to read her mind and see she felt the same. Which he didn’t do, so the silly girl made the decision to take on her mother's debt with the fucking Hyenas, believing her mother who left Glock to see if he’ll give her more money after cutting her down on her spending, had cancer when really, she got the money for plastic surgery. That was something Glock never wanted her to have and still had over three hundred thousand dollars’ worth of it out of the money she borrowed.
Turns out she was a patch chaser and actually sold her daughter to the new leader, Hayden, making her believe she was doing it by choice. She was manipulating her into trying to marry the fucker while pregnant with Psycho’s fucking baby. Now the bitch is gone, where none of us know, but after she got kicked out, nearly killed by Psycho before he lost his memories, she ran while she could.
Shit has hit the fan lately, only doubling when the clubwhore Psycho used to fuck on the regular, Misty, decided to try and shoot Ivy. Psycho shoved her out of the way, causing her to fall down the steps out back and to give birth twenty fucking weeks early and him ending up getting shot and going into a coma for four months.
He woke not aware of the year, not even knowing Ivy had his kid who is in the Neonatal Intensive Care, only getting snippets of memory back. Thankfully the fucker has remembered everything, and now, we’re all hoping and praying his son can come home soon.
The little man managed to beat all odds, and he’s now off the machines. The doctors are only waiting for him to gain weight before he can be released.
“I want Viper and two prospects to go as well, but this time it’ll only be half a day job, especially with Psycho going,” Venom states, and Blade nods and confirms, “Treasure said he’ll be meeting with the load this time.”
Venom nods back.
The Carnage MC is an ally who we transport millions of dollars of coke and ammo with, who then transports it over to New Mexico for the Cartel.
It’s a good fucking business and brings in thousands for each brother a month.
“How’s Luna doing, Pres?” Medic asks, formally known as Cain, the big fucker.
He was in the army for a while but returned last year, and two days ago, he patched in, becoming our Treasurer, and it is about time if you’d ask me. I don’t even know why he had to prospect to begin with. Fuck the old timers and their old rules.
“She’s good, thanks, brother, still a little nervous, but she’s doing okay,” Blade says with a smile, and I grin.
Blade met Luna in a meet-cute way when she was working for the Furies MC, not realizing she was the president's sister, who we were at the time in war with caused by their VP. Something their Pres, Axe, wasn’t aware of the time, just like he wasn’t aware his VP, his best friend, Brock, was raping his little sister every fucking day since she was a child.
They’ve been through hell, and Luna was told having kids may not be possible after aborting a baby not knowing if it was Blade’s or her rapist’s because of her trauma. But she and Blade have beaten the odds. She’s pregnant with twins, and though she’s at high risk of losing them due to the trauma Brock caused, they’re optimistic, and I’m there for them whenever they need me. That also have the support of my very energetic now four-year-old as of last week. We had a big blow out without her favorite person there…
“Okay, if that is it,” Blade says, looking around us brothers before he nods and slams his gavel down.
The older generation, who are only in church because they used to run the club, get up first and walk out, Brick looking my way once before leaving, and then everyone files out.
