Page 23 of Always Yours

Prez stops her with a look. “Sorry don’t fucking cut it. Each fucking one of you can pack your shit and get the fuck out of my club. Gear and Fidget, follow them and make sure they only take what they fucking have. You women have twenty minutes to get off my property.”

The women scramble to leave the anger of the brothers.

“Prospects, clean up this mess,” Prez shouts.

“Sorry you just lost like eight women,” I say with a shrug even though I don’t really mean it.

VP shakes his head. “No, you fucking don’t. It was time for new club pussy anyways. Some of them were thinking I was going to claim them,” he adds with a shudder…

“Wouldn’t want that now,” I say teasingly.

“Can’t deprive the world of the gloriousness that is me,” he says with a wink.

I roll my eyes and turn to check what I want to cook for supper.

“How come my wink doesn’t make you weak in the knees like the Prez here?” the VP asks.

A couple chuckles sound out from the other brothers.

“Maybe you just don’t have any game,” I tell him over my shoulder.

“Woman, I have plenty of game. If Razor hadn’t have scooped you up, you would be crying out my name right the fuck now,” he says.

I turn to look at him, making a show to look him up and down.

“Crying out of regret that I caught your eye maybe,” I say dryly.

Everyone busts out laughing.

“Shut it and let her cook, or it’s pizza again,” Prez says while shaking his head with an amused smile on his face.

Everyone quiets instantly. Wow, I guess they are tired of pizza. Noted.

I decide on what to make, ignoring everyone as they do their thing.

Well, there’s one person I can’t ignore, but I can feel his stare on me. Fuck, I wonder if I will end up back into his room tonight.

I sure fucking hope so.

Derek “Razor”

This woman is perfect for me. Fuck, I’m rock hard just thinking about how she put those club whores in their place.

She’s right though; we don’t need people we can’t trust in the club, no matter who they may be.

I don’t have any more doubts. This woman is meant to be my fucking Old Lady.

I can’t seem to take my eyes off her as she moves around the kitchen and starts cleaning.

“You’re gone, brother,” Bear whispers lowly.

I nod my head and don’t bother to deny it. “Don’t I fucking know it.”

“I don’t know what the fuck the family is like now that I haven’t been there in years. What I do know is that the DeLucas weren’t known for kindness. They took what they wanted and didn’t give a fuck about anyone else. What troubles me is the fact that her dad had arranged for her to marry one of them. I sure hope they don’t fucking find us. I made sure there was no trail and I hope Nik fucking did, but you never know. It’ll be a long time until I can fucking rest knowing that they won’t come, if ever,” Bear says.

“We will protect all three of you, if it comes to that. I sure as fuck hope it doesn’t though, since that means war and I’d hate to see the war that would break out, and the lives that would be lost, if that were to happen,” I tell him honestly.

“I’m fucking glad to have a piece of my family with me. I didn’t realise how much I missed them until they showed up,” Bear admits.

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