Seize Me Part 14

"So I was told" He chuckles.

"Don't laugh; your president got me fired and that was the deal. He had to pay my bills because that was a bulls.h.i.t move."

I wave him off and walk over to Creamy and Bom Bom. "What the f.u.c.k; is it open season or something in here?"

"The flood gates have been lifted," Bom Bom jokes.

Yay! Not! I'm not thrilled for this. Everything just starting calming down and now it's about to get hectic again.

Braxxon comes up to us looking all s.e.xy in his black boots half tied and his holey jeans with his white shirt and cut.

"Baby, a few of us gotta head out and take care of some club business. If you leave, take a few of the girls with you, yeah?"

His hands grip my a.s.s and he tugs me closer, nuzzling my neck and breathing me in. I wish he wouldn't. I still haven't showered since our partying last night.

"You're mine," he breathes.

I feel like melting into a puddle knowing he still wants me the same way he did months ago. Not every day a man you just met will stick by you until you start finding yourself again after something cruel happens to you.

"I'm yours," I breathe back. "You're pretty amazing."

He slaps my a.s.s before pulling away and winking at me with those devilish gray eyes.

"Don't you forget that s.h.i.t either," he says walking backwards.

I shake my head and turn back to the girls who are just sitting there with their mouths hanging open.

"What?"

"He loves you," they say in unison.

"Doubtful. We haven't necessarily had a great start. Too early for love and all that." I whisk my hand around in the air.

"Naw, our Prez loves you; you'll see."

"Whatever. So what to do today?" I ask.

They look around at all the hoes flaunting themselves, and even though Bom Bom and Creamy are almost like them, they at least have brains.

"Shopping," we all say.

"Just let me take a shower real fast and we can go."

I book it upstairs and jump in the shower. I'm excited to buy new clothes. I need some leather. I think it will get Braxxon's motor running more. I jump out of the shower and brush out the tangles and throw it up in a clip. I walk over to my bags and grab a pair of short white shorts and a pink sliced up shirt and a white bra. I pair it with my favorite white converse, grab my purse, and bolt back downstairs.

"That was fast." Creamy laughs.

"Dude, we've been stuck here." I laugh waving my hand around.

"Well then let's roll out," Bom Bom says, grabbing her keys off the bar.

We've been shopping for hours. I have one handbag full of leather clothes and another one full of leather lingerie. When I'm ready, I'll wear it for Braxxon, and I can't wait until that day. When we're sitting at the food court, Bom Bom goes on and on about how she used to wanna be a doctor until she fell in with the wrong crowd and got hooked on drugs. I also learn that Creamy doesn't have any s.e.xual diseases and as weird as it sounds, she just has a healthy system that just cleanses her out more than it should. She said if she were to have a disease the guys wouldn't keep her around as much as they do. And I agree, but I feel for her because the woman discharges more than she should. I thought that talk would gross me out being as I just finished eating, but she talks about it so naturally it doesn't make it awkward. They both tell me they've both of course slept with Braxxon, and they wanted me to know just in case a m.u.f.fler bunny tried running their mouth. I a.s.sure them that was the past, and I appreciate them telling me before I heard it from someone else. After we hit up Victoria Secret for new perfumes and body lotions, we agree it's time to head back. As we walk to the parking lot, Bom Bom thumbs her keychain pepper spray. I guess everyone is still on edge.

After leaving my Angel at the clubhouse and worrying myself to death over whether or not she'll be safe if she leaves the compound, I finally just shake my nerves and focus on the task at hand.

ZZ, Pyro, Sniper, Smokey, and I have pipelines to secure. I want to break Snake down little by little. He's done lost his business with Petra and I am d.a.m.ned and determined to give Petra more than just three pipelines. We could use the extra money even though we have our gold pipeline; you could always use more. And Petra will respect the extra leads and lines we're bringing him.

We've secured two lines today. They were easy because it was two clubs from the surrounding counties. Their product was running dry, so it was easy picking them up. That also helps dampen the grudges we got with them. But while we're at this third pipeline, I get a nervous tick. I only get nervous ticks if something feels off, and this most certainly feels way the h.e.l.l off.

These characters are all itchy and pulling nervously at their clothing. I nod at the brothers to be ready just in case.

The guy I a.s.sume is in charge steps outta the town car into the desert heat and stands there sizing me up before he makes a sound.

"You know... I absolutely hate when people f.u.c.k with my business. Your f.u.c.king with Snake... f.u.c.ks with my business," he hisses stepping back and ducking back into the town car as we all draw guns.

Gunfire rings out as we all dive and hide behind s.h.i.t never letting out fingers off the triggers. Bullets zipping all around us, we're firing blindly and that s.h.i.t is never good. Pyro lets out a groan. I look over and see he's been shot in the leg. I jump up and start firing headshots, bullets barely missing my head. They just shot my VP; now I'm p.i.s.sed. Sniper jumps on the hood of an abandoned car and starts firing away at the ones still shooting. Down to three motherf.u.c.kers who are hiding behind the town car until it zooms off. Yeah that's right b.i.t.c.hes, run and leave your little toys behind. While Sniper takes them out, I run back over to Pyro. ZZ is wrapping a belt tightly around Pyro's leg trying to cut off his circulation. Smokey is already on the phone calling the Doc and telling him to meet us at the clubhouse.

Pyro is able to ride his lady back without falling over, but his entire body is white as a ghost when we pile into the clubhouse. The Doc is waiting with tarp laying over the pool table, and his son is with him yet again. Dammit, I wish he didn't bring that good-looking p.r.i.c.k around my Angel. Speaking of which, she's on the phone with Lana I'm a.s.suming because she's freaking out.

"Lana is on her way," she yells hanging up.

I'll never understand Lana and Pyro; they're even more f.u.c.ked up than my angel and me. Pyro is begging for a bottle of whiskey and my Angel loads a gla.s.s with gummy bears and pours it to the top with Pyro's favorite bourbon. What the f.u.c.k? She knows my best friend way entirely too much for my comfort.

"Chew on the gummies once they soak, Pyro," she says stroking his cheek and I find my fists doing double time.

"Pyro... not going to lie; the bullet is jammed into your femur. I would prefer we get you to the hospital," Doc says shinning a light into the hole.

"Not f.u.c.king happening Doc. Just numb me and dig the s.h.i.t out," he growls through clenched teeth.

Being shot sucks; it burns like I imagine a bad case of gonorrhea would feel like in your d.i.c.k.

"Lana coming?" he asks gritted.

"Yeah baby, she's coming," Angel coos.

G.o.d dammit!

I pull out the prepay and dial each number I have for Snake until I finally get him on the line. Pyro curses in the background.

"f.u.c.k, you're still alive," he groans.

"Yeah b.i.t.c.h, I'm still alive. You thought we were at war before... game on c.o.c.ksucker." I tap my phone off and shove it into my pocket angrily.

The scene before me p.i.s.ses me off so bad; I drag Bom Bom behind the bar and unzip my pants. If she wants to baby Pyro like he's her man, so f.u.c.king be it.

"Suck my c.o.c.k," I say picking up a bottle and gulping it.

"You're in love with her Prez," she murmurs as she takes my c.o.c.k out.

"Don't tell me something I already f.u.c.king know! Just suck my c.o.c.k b.i.t.c.h," I hiss.

"She's gonna rip off your c.o.c.k, but okay," she mumbles before shoving my c.o.c.k into her mouth and I groan over the top of the whiskey bottle.

As I am fisting my free hand in Bom Bom's hair, Angel's gaze hits mine; she's a smart girl because she knows what's going on. She drops Pyro's hand and walks over to the couch where Sniper is sitting, prepping a line. What in the s.h.i.t is she doing now? She leans over, does two lines, and then straddles his lap. My brother is momentarily stunned and knows I've called Breakneck. I wonder how this is going to play out. She leans down and licks his neck. I'm not blind; h.e.l.l no I'm not, so I can see my brother shiver at her touch. I shove Bom Bom away from me, zip my pants up, stomp over to Angel, and yank her up by the arm.

"I f.u.c.king got it okay," I growl.

"Well what the f.u.c.k, Braxxon! What did I do for you to do that?" she cries. .h.i.tting me in the chest.

I'm a f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y, and I hate my woman giving my VP attention just to make him feel better about being shot, that's what.

"I was jealous," I grit through my teeth, and she has the audacity to laugh in my face. Then she shocks me by patting me on the chest.

"Brax, when I'm ready, you're the only man who will touch me. If you want that to stay true then I'm gonna have to be the only one who touches you too, okay?"

Now I feel like s.h.i.t. She does that to me. Makes me feel like a sc.u.m ball.

"Alright, Angel," I say as I pull her into my chest. "My c.o.c.k belongs to you."

"You're so crude" She giggles into my chest.

"Where is he?" Lana comes rushing into the clubhouse.

d.a.m.n did she speed here?

"Don't give me that look; I must've broken every traffic law there is," she whispers as she sees Pyro laying on the pool table.

"Oh baby," she cries running over to him.

Mother f.u.c.k, keeping up with them two is so d.a.m.n pointless.

"Sweetness, you came," he stutters, no doubt from the drugs Doc is pumping into his veins.

"I shouldn't of but I did."

"You dig at my soul like the Doc is digging at my leg." He laughs.

"How f.u.c.king romantic, Pyro. Just shut up while he works," Lana scolds.

This has been a f.u.c.ked up day. Tatiana gets caught f.u.c.king her boyfriend, we get shot at, I get caught getting a b.l.o.w.j.o.b, and Lana and Pyro are f.u.c.king nuts.

It's a day for the books.

Pyro's been milking his wounds for attention. Lana has been at his beck and call. It's been two freaking weeks and he still won't get up. He's playing my best friend, and she doesn't even realize it. Even though she wasn't gone long, I'm happy she's back. Her presence alone makes me feel whole. She's my sister. After Braxxon's incident with Bom Bom, he's chilled out. I think I made my point and rather clearly. If I can't have anyone else, neither can he. It's just that simple. The club has been halfway quiet except for the fact that Snake still doesn't know that PP is gone and even though Braxxon has declared war things have been eerily quiet. They won't be once Snake finds out. Not only one of his children are dead, but the both of them.

Tatiana is going crazy not knowing what Haden is out doing since ZZ has her on lockdown since her s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g in the back seat of Haden's car.

Berry, Phil, and ZZ all have given me permission to take her shopping for her graduation dress and her birthday gift. Berry said she's too old to run around a mall. Phil is a man. ZZ doesn't have time for dress shopping s.h.i.t. Those were all of their words. Tatiana is a smart girl; she skipped the fourth grade so she gets to graduate right when she turns eighteen. Lucky girl she is.

I've also had a talk with her about being on birth control. Berry didn't know she was s.e.xually active. I'm proud that Tatiana took it upon herself to get on the pill last year. She really does have her head on her shoulders. We've found her dress and shoes and now it's time to pick her present from the club. No expense spared I'm told. But when I offer to eat in the food court and for her to call Haden and have him meet us as well, I think I made her day. We walk with our bags and take a seat in a booth hidden by beautiful plants while she dials him.

"He's not answering." She frowns hanging up the phone. "I'll send him a text."

She hears a chuckle, peers through the plants, and goes ashen. Tears sting her eyes.

"What is it?" I ask her peering through one of the other plants.

"It's Haden...he's... he's... with a girl from our school," she whisper cries.

Oh, f.u.c.k me. Of all the d.a.m.n s.h.i.t to happen.

"What do I do, Winter?"

I pick up our bags and help her out of the booth. I've never been a fan of cheating if things are serious, and just because Braxxon and I are all kinds of messed up doesn't mean this beautiful girl has to have the same relationship.

"We confront the pig; c'mon beautiful girl."

"I don't know if I can do this," she croaks. "Two years, two frigging years."

I grip her free hand tightly with mine as we walk over to the handsome little s.h.i.t that has hurt my friend. I squeeze her hand letting her know I'm not going anywhere. She clears her throat and Haden jumps, his eyes going wide as he tries pushing away from the redhead he's hanging all over.

"Baby... I didn't know you were going to be here."

Of all the things to say, he starts with that.

"Well I tried calling, but I can see that you were busy," she says wiping her eyes with our hands still laced together.

"I didn't hear my phone," He pulls it outta his pocket and looks down before looking back at her.

"Doesn't matter. We're done," she says trying to walk away.

"We're not done baby. I f.u.c.ked up. You're always on that club lockdown s.h.i.t. I get lonely."

Oh, wrong thing to say dude. Wrong thing to say.

"So you cheat on a biker's daughter? You cheat on a Breakneck daughter. You're all kinds of smart." She smirks. "Well gotta go. I have a daddy and a lot of uncles to let know that I'm broken hearted." She waves leaving Haden wide mouthed stupefied.

"f.u.c.k," he screams.

"You did awesome." I laugh.

"It still really hurts. I'm being strong like you Winter," she mumbles.

"Nothing wrong with a little show," I say. "Not everyone needs to know what's going on in that pretty little head. Your thoughts and feelings are your own. Always remember that."

"Thank you, Winter."

"Anytime," I reply as we walk to the parking lot.