Blaze agrees. “The members that they’re kin to besides Torch also came from the Widow Makers. They were past members that’ve perished. The twins aren’t some backwoods farm boys looking for a place to call home. They’re misfits, sugar. They’re the assholes hiding in dark alleys, the men that don’t fit in with the normal population.” He mutters the last bit, “Just like the rest of us.”
He’s wrong, but I don’t voice my opposition. Sure the guys here don’t really fit in to normal standards, but they aren’t what I’d label misfits. They each have their own demons to deal with and are a bit rough around the edges, but inside I recognize that they’re good men. I may not be close to every single one of them, but I know the brothers well enough to distinguish that they’re loyal to a fault. These men love with every breath they take when they finally find someone who they deem deserves it. That’s freaking amazing in my opinion and the women are so, so lucky to have that kind of passionate, devoted love bestowed upon them.
“You’ll meet the new prospects in a sec, sweetheart.” Chaos squeezes my side. “We’re loading up the liquor cause we want to get them stupid drunk until they’re puking up everything and are too hung over to move tomorrow. Then we’ll have them clean the bathrooms—scrub out the toilets first thing with tiny brushes.”
A giggle bursts from me at his ridiculous plan. It was probably Blaze’s idea. I wouldn’t put it past him anyway, always up for a laugh. These are the times I enjoy the most being at the club surrounded by my family, when we get to let loose and have fun. Some people might think I’ve lived a jaded lifestyle, but they’d be wrong. Sure, times aren’t always picture perfect and I may not get the man of my dreams in the end, but I’ve lived an interesting life being around these people. I’m sure tonight won’t be any different, either, and for that, I’m grateful.
“She’s pretty fuckin’ hot,” the twins, Karma and Rage mumble to each other. I keep catching both taking turns gawking over toward the bar. I’m aware that Cherry’s standing with Blaze and Chaos over there. I’d felt her presence the moment she’d stepped foot into the same room as me.
I’ve done my damndest to remain busy and to take a breather away from what happened between both of us the other day. I’m still not too sure what to even feel about it. She’s aclub whore, so she’s willing to please all of the brothers, whenever they desire her to. I know damn well that I’m nothing remotely special to her. She’s never once attempted to kiss me before, though, and no matter how small that kiss was, it’s had me wrapped up, consumed with it in my head ever since.
Rage and Karma’s matching emerald irises sparkle, as they murmur something back and forth to each other that I can’t hear. No doubt whatever the fuck they’re saying is about Cherry. I’m guessing they’re busily making plans to get their dicks wet, Cherry being the first conquest. Karma and Rage are both new here, so I understand they don’t realize that prospects rarely get to fuck our club sluts, if ever, until they get patched. They’ll be sorely disappointed, but too fucking bad. You must earn everything you get here, even rights to fuck the club’s live-in pussy.
Pretty sure I learned that the hard way when Viking wouldn’t cave in and let me join the club ranks right away. I was already a Widow Maker; hell, I’d practically been born in that damn cut with my father being the president. I came here with Jekyll looking for my brother when I was fifteen years old. Once I was under Viking’s care, he was determined to make me be a somewhat normal teenager. I was far from it, but he tried at least.
Finally, when I turned eighteen, he and the other brothers allowed me prospect for them. Just recently after I turned twenty, the brothers voted on me being the club’s newest vice president. It was the last thing I’d expected from any of them. I truly believed they’d keep me at the lowest spot on the totem pole for years to come or until we got some new prospects in. Rather, they put me in the number two spot right out of prospecting and I’m grateful they have that much confidence in my leadership and loyalty toward the Oath Keepers and its members.
The two, dark-haired brothers finally get up the nerve to ask me about Cherry. “So, she one of theirs?” The guy on the left nods behind me. I think he’s Karma. Fuck if I know, they both look the damn same—green eyes, black hair, and muscles with a side of bottled up anger ready to burst free. Being related to Torch though, it’s no surprise. He has a pretty fucked up family, a bit like my own was once upon a time.
To my right, Torch scoffs. “Cherry and Honey are club whores who live here. Honey will be out soon. Watch out for that crazy bitch though. She has the false sense that she’s gonna get claimed by a brother, a whore who thinks she’s patch material.”
“Blaze, Chaos, Torch, Smokey, and I don’t have ol’ ladies,” I fill in. “Saint, Sinner, Mercenary, Viking, and Nightmare have claimed women. You’ll know who they are as they wear ol’ lady patches. And also because if you touch one of them, you’ll get your face caved in.”
Karma and Rage both nod, along with Frost. Torch calls over his shoulder for Cherry, and like the good woman she is, she makes her way to us quickly. I’d bet my left nut that she’s curious anyhow. Coming to stand at my side, my hand falls to her shoulder. With a tight grip, I tuck her into my chest. “Cherry, meet Frost, Karma, and Rage. They’re our new club prospects.”
Her lips turn up into a friendly smile, and I hold onto her just a touch tighter. “Hi guys, nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is ours, trust me,” Karma murmurs as Rage openly checks her out. His gaze runs up and down her a few times, and for some reason my chest grows tight with irritation. The fucker just met her and is acting rude as fuck. They should show her a bit more respect, club whore or not. She’s standing beside me under my arm now.
“Cherry’s a good girl,” I find myself needlessly remarking, my voice rougher than it was a moment ago. “If I hear of anyone not being respectful, you’ll have to deal with me.”
She glances up at me momentarily, surprised at my threat. I keep my mouth shut, swallowing so I stop talking like a damn idiot. Where the hell did that shit come from? She’s a fucking club whore, open to all of the brothers. I keep having to remind myself that I’m not the only one who fucks her, and I’m finding with each passing reminder, it pisses me the hell off.
“No worries, boss.” Frost grins. “We’ll be nice.” He winks at her and I feel like I’m going to rip his fucking scalp off. My hand tenses on Cherry’s shoulder; it’s too tight and it probably hurts her, but I’m drowning in the moment. Locking gazes with Frost, I’m about to growl at him to shut the fuck up when the club door swings open.
Shesteps through the door, finding me immediately and it’s like a bucket of ice water is thrown over me. “The fuck?” This bitch has no reason whatsoever to be disturbing my club and who in the fuck even let her in through the gate?
“I told you we weren’t finished yet, Odin,” Mercy May declares taking one determined step after the other until she reaches me. She’s about four inches shorter than Cherry, but you’d never know it with the look she shoots down her nose at her. Mercy notices my hand on Cherry’s shoulder and rolls her eyes. “Tell your little skanky whore to go play with someone else’s cock. We need to talk.”
Mercy’s got some nerve, but that’s how she’s always been when it’s come to me. It used to turn me on, witnessing her get a touch possessive, but now it’s just fucking annoying. Cherry remains silent and locked in place at my side. She’s never listened to Mercy before, only me. If I wanted her to stay away, so Mercy and I could try and work shit out, she would. If I wanted to fuck her, no matter if I’d been fucking Mercy or not, or another female for that matter, Cherry would. She’s always been my go-to chick, and Mercy hates her with a passion because of it.
With a grunt, I stand taller, staring down at the small female. I overshadow her tiny ass by at least a foot, maybe more. If Cherry was a vindictive bitch, she could easily put her down, but she’s not that kind of person. She’s the lover, not fighter type, which is fine with me. I’ve always been the fighter. “Not fuckin’ happening, Mercy. The fuck you doin’ here at my club anyhow?”
Torch’s arms cross, making his muscles bulge. His nostrils flare as he glares down at my ex right alongside me. She’s always been leery of Torch and him of her as well. I told him awhile back and he uses it to my advantage to make her uneasy. After all the shit she’s pulled, he’s over it.
“Don’t do this, Odin. I need you.”
“You’re getting married; you need to start running to him to solve your problems. Not me. Just because you’re in town doesn’t make you my responsibility. Spin will lose his shit if he catches wind of you being over here.”
“My brother already knows I’m here right now.”
I nearly choke. The bitch is just trying to get her brother to kill my ass with this shit, I swear.
“I repeat, what the fuck are you doing here?” I’m ready to toss her ass on the other side of the fence in case Spin decides to roll up on my ass having a fucking tantrum or some shit.
She flicks her gaze at the new guys, taking them in one by one and I get the feeling she’s not sure if she should say what she has to in front of them. Too damn bad. I refuse to be alone with her. I’ll say it a hundred times if I must.I am done with her.
“Spit it out. These are just our newest prospects. They can hear whatever it is you feel like you have to say to me. They’re associated with the club now. This better be some closure bullshit or something to that effect. Do you just need a goodbye fuck?” I ask, suddenly curious if my guess before was right after all.