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KING
Ipullmyeyesaway from Alana’s door. I want so bad to explain, apologize, and do whatever I need to do to remove that look of disgust, anger, and disappointment from her face. She doesn’t deserve to be dealing with any of Janie’s bullshit. I should have known Janie would pull something eventually.
She always does.
“Goddamn it, Janie!” I peel her from my body and grasp her by her slender arm. I might leave my handprint but I’m too damn mad to even care about it. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
This is the last straw. I’m not having this bullshit in my clubhouse. I’m not dealing with it because I don’t have to. This is my fucking house. Everyone plays by my fucking rules, including this bitch.
“What do you mean, goddamn it, Janie?” she shouts while I drag her down the stairs. She’s barely able to keep her balance in those godawful shoes she likes to parade around in. “I didn’t do anything wrong, King! That bitch attacked me.”
When we hit the bottom of the stairs of course everyone’s gathered around the room to watch the show. Nobody knew what was happening when I asked questions, but all you could hear were Janie’s screams. I never expected her to go after Alana.
I let go of her arm and then take a step away from her. This is the last time I’ll have to deal with her, and I’m relieved.
“You really expect me to believe that shit?” I respond, my anger rising not because I know she started all this shit because that’s what she does. I’m angry because of my stupidity. I should’ve done something a long time ago about the shit and now it’s coming back to bite me in the ass.
No way in hell do I believe for one damn minute Alana just decided to attack her for no reason. Alana and I are just having fun and Janie and I are absolutely nothing. There’s no reason for Alana to attack Janie out of jealousy which would be the only reason she would have done anything like that.
“You don’t believe me?” Tears cling to her long lashes. Tears meant to make me feel sorry for her, but they only piss me off more. “You believe that bitch over me? I love you, King. I would never lie to you.”
“I’m not falling for the tears, Janie, and I don’t want your love. I don’t know how many damn times I have to say it. I don’t love you. I have never loved you. And I never fucking will.”
“You don’t mean that, baby. I know you don’t” She tries to grab onto me, but I take another step away from her. “We’re made for each other. You know I’m telling the truth. She’s just trying to take you away from me like all these bitches.”
She’s fucking crazy.
“Janie, get your shit and get out.”
Her eyes widen. “You can’t be serious! You’re kicking me out because of her?”
“No, I’m not kicking you out because of her. I’m kicking you out because of you. You’re toxic and I warned you. I warned you to stop it with all this possessive bullshit. I’m not your Old Man. So now you can find somewhere else to go because I’m not putting up with the bullshit anymore.”
“King, please,” she begs. “Please don’t make me leave. I have nowhere to go.”
“You should’ve thought about that when I told you to stop with all this bullshit. Attacking a guest is the last straw. I’m not tolerating your shit anymore.”
I motion for one of the prospects and he steps forward.
“Prez?”
“Make sure she takes all her shit and walk her to the road. I face everyone else. “She’s no longer allowed in the clubhouse. No member, prospect, club whore, or Old Lady is allowed to talk to or associate with her. If I find out anyone goes against my wishes there will be consequences. And if you’re a member that includes the removal of your patch.”
I walk away, heading to my office while ignoring Janie’s screams, curses, and threats with Reaper hot on my heels. I want to go to Alana, check and make sure she’s good and apologize but now’s not the time. I got too much shit to handle to also be dealing with the trivial bullshit like her forgiving me for Janie’s shit. And she looked like she wanted to fuck me up, so it might be better to let her cool off before I grovel for her forgiveness.
The door slams behind me and I plop down behind my desk. “Motherfucker.”
It takes everything in me to keep from swiping all the shit off my desk.
“About time you got rid of her.” Reaper sits down in the chair in front of my desk and then props his hands behind his head. “She causes too many problems.”
“I know but you know how I hate for anyone to be out on the streets, but this is too fucking much. She went way too far this time.”
“So, the rumors are true?” he asks, with a smirk.
“What rumors?”
“That you’ve got something going on with Alana?” Reaper asks. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
