“Yeah?”
“Can you figure out where it is exactly that she lives? I need to know how far this commute is gonna be if I’m getting serious an’ all.”
“Of course. I can get her plate number from the security tape and run it through the DMV system. As long as her registration’s up to date, her address should be current in their program. But why are you going to this trouble? It’s been years since you were with her.”
“I know that. Maybe it took a few years for me to realize what’s important in life.”
“And what about her son?”
“He fits in those plans.”
Especially since I can’t have my own kids.
“Okay then, give me about an hour to search the feed and get her license plate number. I’ll get you an address and phone number.”
“Appreciate it,” I reply, and Spider’s off toward his room. It’s like a tech center in there with five computer monitors and a few laptops. He’s got all kinds of shit going on all the time. He helps watch the club security footage when he’s not out riding with Ex and them. He does pretty much anything else we need him to tech wise as well. I’d describe him as an outlaw nerd. He won’t blink to bury a body and can hack into pretty much anything.
It’s convenient having him around when he’s here, but I try not to ever bother him for any of that stuff. Makes times like now come in handy because he doesn’t even blink, offering to help out.
With Odin watching her kid, there’s no reason for her not to come out to the clubhouse tonight. Her one excuse is taken care of, and Princess will want her best friend there celebrating with her.
Now I just have to figure out how to get her to talk to me. I’ve done a shit job of it so far. She’s been avoiding me as if I have the fucking plague or some shit. Why do chicks have to be so complicated?
“You think me goin’ after Bethany is pointless?” I ask my brother once he finally walks out.
“Not if you want her. Just keep in mind, it’s not only B anymore. I don’t want my ol’ lady up my ass cause her best friend’s hurt by my brother. Shit won’t be fun for me or you.”
“I got you; I won’t mix my pussy in the club’s business. Shit goes south, I’ll make sure it’s not her caught in the cross fire.”
“Don’t know how you’ll manage that one, but glad you’re at least considering it could happen.”
“I need her to come tonight to the party. She’s gotta chill the fuck out at some point so I can get her to talk to me.”
“I can’t believe we’re having this fuckin’ conversation. Last time the bitch was all over you like she was in heat or something. You just glared at her, and she couldn’t get enough. What’s the issue this time around?”
“Fuck if I know. Maybe because I’m not ignoring her this time? It’s fucking with my head though. It’s like she had my cock before and doesn’t want it again. Trust me, she loved my shit, ain’t no way she can deny it.”
He chuckles. Viking flashing his teeth tells me that he’s thoroughly amused with me tripping out over this. Fucker never does it unless we’re lit off some whiskey and weed so he must be loving this a little too much.
“You sayin’ I’m gonna have to drag her ass here tonight so you can have a shot? Just show up at the house and make her come with you.”
“I can’t do that in front of the kid. It may traumatize him or something.”
He snorts, glancing heavenward. “You’re turnin’ into a pussy. That’s why she’s not after you, she can probably sense it. Chicks are smart, she thinks you’re a pussy, she won’t want your dick man.”
“I am the fuck not. Just trying to think of not messing her kid up is all. Trying to be considerate; females love that shit.”
“How would you know that? Since when do you make it a habit to notice women’s feelings?”
“I read it somewhere, and I am now; that’s all that matters.”
“If you say so, brother. You want my advice? You see her tonight, pick her ass up and carry her to your room. Show her you’re still a man. Tie the bitch up; fuck her until she can’t walk, then be all sweet and shit. My ol’ lady loves it like that.”
“Princess gets her here tonight, and I’ll take care of it.”
“Just lock it down, brother. A good dickin’ and she’ll be all over you like white on rice. Hell, you may not want it after you hit it again anyhow. Could be you forgot what it was the last time.”
“It was good, trust me.”