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Quinn: NP. Prez. Talk later.

I shove my phone into my pocket and trudge back into the living room, where three sets of eyes are looking at me.

"There's nothing here that I’m interested in. If you see something that tickles your fancy, have at it," I say, sitting on the old couch and the others take it as a sign for them to do the same.

I pick up the whiskey bottle from the table sitting before me and wipe the mouth of the bottle before taking a nice long chug. The whiskey burns my throat as I drink it and the fire burns down to my belly. It's been a long time since I've drank anything stronger than a beer. I’ve always been hell bent and determined not to end up like my mother. The memories must be getting to me harder than I thought.

"No offense, Madam Prez," Chyna chimes in, wrinkling her nose. “I don't think anything here is my cup of tea either." She grabs the bottle from my hand and takes a swig. “Except for maybe this," she adds, before taking another drink before passing it to Siren. Her big body is squeezed into the old rocking chair, reminding me of an adult trying to sit in a toddler chair and it takes everything in me not to laugh.

"None taken." I wave off any worries. “This place hasn't changed in over ten years.” I nod towards Siren. "Siren, you and Trinity see anything that catches your eye?"

"Nah, Boss, I'm good," Trinity says, snatching the almost empty bottle of Jack from Siren. “What's your plans? What are you going to do?" she asks, handing me the last drop of liquor.

I chug the last of the liquor courage and let out a groan before filling my girls' in on my plans.

Chapter12

Ace

Now

Club music fills the air and I can only imagine the scene outside these walls. Brothers and the Crowettes fucking and getting blowjobs all around. I'm in my office sipping on a glass of aged scotch, boots on my desk, and my mind off in another world of memories in the past. When a large noise comes from the main area of the clubhouse and the music suddenly stops. My office door is kicked open and a brown-haired woman manhandling one of my prospects comes in.

"On your knees, you little bitch," The woman yells, kicking Haas's feet out from under him, holding a knife to his neck. She glares at me and I'm sent back to when I was fourteen years old, knowing exactly who just busted in. My heart speeds up and my dick starts to harden in my jeans as I peer over at the now very adult, very sexy Kelsey, and how her breast fills out her very tight tank top.

"What the fuck are you doing, Kelsey?" I ask, as I jump out of my chair. "You can’t treat my prospect like that and you just can’t fucking show up like this."

"The fuck I can’t!" She spits back, hatred filling her eyes. “Your prospect thinks it's ok to touch my ass without my permission. I have every right to treat him like this." She hauls back her leg and kicks him in the stomach.

"Where's Joker and BJ?" I ask Haas, who is kneeling, his eyes tearing up, and I swear he is about to piss himself.

"Oh, they are taking a little nap," Kelsey replies, kicking Haas to the floor. "Stay there you little shit or I'll cut off your dick and feed it to you!" Kelsey growls at the prospect as she strides over to my desk. She jumps on it, crossing her legs then picks up the name plaque that has my name and title on it. As if it’s of no concern to her, she sits it back down.

"Got a proposition for you, Ace," she says, with venom in her voice. “But first, what should I call you? Talon or Mr. President?” An evil grin takes over her face and it’s a juxtaposition of beauty and fucking horror.

"You okay, boss? There's umm three ladies that joined the party with her," Zeus, like his namesake, is a big black God himself, says, as he stands six foot seven inches tall, muscles galore at my office door with an equally large muscular woman standing behind him, holding a gun to his back.

Zeus is a born killer and takes his duties as enforcer seriously and specializes in every weapon known to man. He’s a loyal brother and one of the best men you could ever meet.

"Geez, Kels, call your girl’s off. My guys won't bother them," I say, striding up to Kelsey.

She laughs and glares at me like I'm a dumb fucker. "Tell your brothers we are cool and I'll tell my girls to back off. Then you and I will have a discussion." She jumps down from my desk, before turning around and smiling at me. "Ya know, like two old friends that need to catch up."

"Zeus, we’re fine. Grab Haas, take his cut, and send him home," I order, as Zeus picks up Haas and throws the little prospect over his shoulder.

"He’s like a black Hercules." The black-haired woman says as she very obviously ogles Zeus, licking her lips, following him out of my office.

“Wrong Deity,” I state.

“Huh?” She turns around to face me.

“Not Hercules. His name is Zeus,” I correct, as I cross my arms over my chest. “Hercules is the old man that sits at the bar with balding hair and one tooth.”

“I can definitely see him making me say, Oh God!” The girl chortles exiting the room.

Chapter13

Storm

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