“Good, it’s been on my mind ever since Viking mentioned the guy. Maybe I’ll give Exterminator a call and see what the Nomads think about it.”
“Careful Odin, that’s real close to stepping on Vike’s toes.”
“Nah, I’m just making sure Viking’s not blindsided because his mind has been distracted and he’s trying to work through some shit with P. He can concentrate on his woman while I make sure the club stays safe and on track.”
“All right brother, I trust your decision. Just be prepared if your brother comes at you ready to draw blood. He may if he catches wind of this without you running it past him first. You know how short tempered he can be about the MC.”
“I’m always ready. Growing up around Viking and Jekyll, I had no other choice in life. Do you remember what he said the name was of that other club and what the dude’s road name is?”
Torch sighs but gives me the information I want. “Pretty sure he called him Grizzly and the club was Menace Mayhem MC.”
“That’s a mouthful,” I mutter and the brother chuckles. “I wonder if they go by MMM for short. With a name like that you gotta abbreviate.”
Torch snorts then drains the rest of his beer. “I just about walked in on the discussion in the kitchen you were having the other morning. That was interesting. Were you planning to lay into Chaos?”
Shit, I know exactly which convo he’s talking about. I was hoping no one else knew about that shit. I may have slightly overreacted. Exhaling, I peel the label from my beer. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? That’s a big fucking deal, Odin.”
My gaze flicks to his but I don’t respond. I know it’s a fucking big deal, damn it. I was there, I was the one who damn near pounded on his chest and roaredmine! Jesus, maybe Viking isn’t the only one whose head is foggy right now.
“You gonna claim Cherry?”
With a chuckle, I shake my head. “She’s a club whore. You know the VP isn’t supposed to claim any of the free ass handed out around here.”
His brows jump, rising as his lips flip up into a smirk. “Oh yeah? So, you wouldn’t give it a second thought if a brother locked her shit down then, huh? I’m sure they’d be interested in knowing that.”
My shoulders stiffen, brows drawing in at the mention of another member laying claim on Cherry. “Never said I wouldn’t give a fuck...just that I can’t be the one to put my patch on her,” I admit, and he tilts his head, finally catching on to my meaning.
“Then you better back off Chaos, brother. They’re close and she may actually have a chance to be claimed by a brother—one that actually respects her.”
My chest rumbles with a fury filled growl. “No one’s fuckin’ claiming her anytime soon!” I declare, and Torch lets the subject drop. It’s smart on his part as it seems the more I tell myself that I can’t have Cherry for good, the more I find myself wanting to pee a fucking circle seven feet wide around her sexy ass and tell every male to fuck right off.
I’m not the possessive type when it comes to females; hell, I used to enjoy passing pussy off to a brother just to dive into another. Not with this woman. Fuck if I don’t want to beat some ass just seeing another dude touching her. It’s always been there between us, but it was small, insignificant little digs of possession. Now, it’s getting worse with each day, to the point I want my name tattooed across the top of her pussy along with the words HANDS OFF.
“Karma and Rage seem to be fitting in around here,” Torch comments after giving me a minute to breathe.
“Yeah? What about Frost?”
“Blaze hasn’t dented his nose yet, so there’s that.”
A grin pulls at my lips. It’ll be entertaining when Blaze does lose his shit and ends up scrapping with the new guys. I keep the thought to myself. I know Torch is already thinking the same thing anyhow.
“He reminds me of Bronx, it’s weird.”
“I was thinking the same, brother.” I agree, scanning the room. My gaze lands on the few new club sluts rubbing up on Nightmare. Or I should say,trying to. He seems to be doing his fair share of growling at the fresh pieces of ass. If they don’t take his not-so-subtle hint soon, Bethany, his ol’ lady will be in here painting the floor with them and then scrapping another bike of his. She’s pretty cray herself and it’s hilarious watching her school the big dude.
Viking scowls at the women and they finally skitter off, heading toward Torch and me. The pair of them are most likely not used to grouchy alphas everywhere I suspect. “Incoming,” I mumble, and Torch folds his arms over his chest, a glower in place due to us about to be interrupted. Someone needs to clue these chicks in on how shit works around here. I know they got the rundown on the rules, but otherwise they have no idea what the fuck to do and that shit’s annoying.
Before they can slither to either of our sides, I glance at them. “Go to the kitchen. Clean whatever the fuck in there needs cleaned, and then make us some snacks for later. If you finish all that early, go clean the damn bathroom. If we want to fuck, we’ll let you know. Otherwise, leave us the fuck alone until seven p.m.”
Their mouths drop, one of them smart enough to nod immediately and tug the other along after her. Thankfully, they do as their told and don’t try the whiny bullshit or anything that some have in the past. There’s nothing more unattractive than a whiny chick, well, besides one pretending to be pregnant with your child.
“Do you remember any of their names?” Torch asks, and I shake my head.
“No fucking idea.” I don’t give a shit either. If I have Cherry around, the two new chicks are not needed by my cock.Wait...when did I become a one-pussy-only man? “Fuck,” I breathe with an exhale. “I need to be put on a run or something to get me the hell out of this clubhouse for a while. Maybe I should go on the next ride to pick up merchandise.”
“You all right?” His head tilts, his eyes far too intelligent as they busily pick me over.