Today’s the day that the new accountant shows up so all the brothers that have a chair at the table need to be at the clubhouse. Morgan is going to the school with my mom to see how advanced he is in his learning. I’d go if I could, but I need to be here for church. My mom said it was just going to be a bunch of waiting while he’s in doing testing anyways. It still pisses me off finding out that he was locked in a room for twelve years. Every time I think about it my blood fucking boils and I want to put a bullet in her fucking skull. I’m not one for harming women, but this bitch is fucking asking for it. I know there’s more to it as well because of his mannerisms, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. He wants to forget it all happened and start new. Who am I to prevent that from happening?
We all visited Hannah and Linden before taking off back to the clubhouse. The way Megan was acting when we walked out of the hospital made me want to throttle her, and then she jumped me. I thought I’d still feel something if we were to ever kiss again, but there was absolutely no connection there. When we got back to the clubhouse, my parents took their grandson to my house. Megan was throwing a fit when they took him. I wasn’t having any of that bullshit. Just thinking about the conversation, I had with her last night makes me want to kill something.
“You’re not taking my son anywhere. He’s staying wherever I stay.” Megan screeches from the doorway to the room she’s staying in, that’s also heavily guarded.
“You have no fucking right to call him your son! You’re the one that left him in the fucking bedroom for his whole damn life. You’ve more than likely done so much more to him that he won’t fucking talk about, but mark my words, I will find out. They’re taking him to my house and there’s not a single fucking thing you can do about it. Get the fuck over it.” I snarl. I’m pacing the main room, trying not to lose my cool in front of my son. You can easily see the rooms in the hallway from this room. “Go with your grandma and grandpa. I’ll be there after a while.”
“Okay. Thanks dad.” That one word had my entire body losing its anger. I never thought I would be a father after losing Megan. I turned into a cold-hearted son of a bitch after she died. I had walls that had walls. I had an ice casing around my heart. Then this boy comes and breaks it all away in the short amount of time I’ve known him. I’m a fucking dad. I watch as Morgan walks out of the room with my mom and dad. Once they’re gone, all my attention is on her.
“Explain.” I tell her. By now, all my brothers are in the same room. All except for Jackson because he’s still at the hospital with Hannah. It won’t be hard to explain everything to him later. We want him to bask in the joy of his daughter being born. I wish I could be getting to know my son instead of dealing with his cunt of a mother.
“I don’t have to explain anything to you. I just came here to get protection, not bare my fucking soul to you. I came here because I thought that you’d be fucking happy that I was still alive. I thought you’d be happy that I wasn’t really dead, but I can see I was fucking mistaken. I can see that my plans for us aren’t going to happen without a fight.” Megan says.
“You can get the fuck out then.” Westyn snaps. “You can tell us everything or you get the fuck out. I don’t need your psycho ass bringing fucking drama to my club. It’s not going to fucking happen. There is no more you and him. You lost that right when you decided to keep his son from him. There were plenty of opportunities to come to us.”
“If I leave, I’m taking my son with me.” She sasses, thinking she’s got the upper hand.
“I don’t think so honey. What you did to that sweet boy is called neglect and child abuse. Therefore, your ass will be going to jail and losing him.” Ali steps in.
“Eliot wouldn’t let you do that. I did what I did to protect him. Venom is a mean son of a bitch. If I didn’t have him locked away, I don’t know what would have happened to him. I couldn’t risk anything happening to him. He was my only connection to you.” She says the last part to me. “The one true love of my life. I thought I was doing the right thing!” Megan wails, throwing herself at me, again. I quickly catch her before pushing her away from me. “What the fuck Eliot? I wanted you to console me like you used to when we were younger.” All signs of her tears are gone.
“It’s Trigger. Start calling me that. Like I said, you don’t get to call me Eliot anymore. I want nothing to do with you. Just because you brought me my kid, doesn’t mean I’m going to jump back in bed with you. We just went over this not even an hour ago. Nothing is ever going to happen between the two of us again. It’ll do you good to get that through your head. I’m pretty sure you’re fucking lying to us. Your tears disappeared really fucking quick there. Another thing, no one tells Ali what she can and cannot do.”
“Let’s get some rest. I’ll put a call in to Venom in the morning. See if we can meet up and get his side of the story.” Westyn says.
“NO! You can’t do that. He can’t know we’re here. The plan isn’t ready yet.” Megan jumps in, cutting Westyn off.
“I can and I will. I am the President of this club. Not you. I run things how I want to. No one tells me how to run my house. You’d do well to remember that. I’m going to find out what the fuck you’re hiding and when I do, you won’t like me.” With that, Westyn walks from the room.
“Prospects! I need you to stand guard at her door. I need two on the windows outside as well, if she tries to flee, shoot first and ask questions later. I don’t trust this bitch as far as I can throw her.” I walk out of the clubhouse at towards my own home.
“Trigger. Trigger!” I snap out of my thoughts and focus back to the conversation at hand. We’re all sitting in the room we hold church trying to go over some last-minute things before we need to greet the new accountant.
“What?” I say after I regain my bearings.
“We’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. We’re getting ready to call Venom. I don’t trust anything that Megan said. If she could lie about her being dead as well as having your son, it’s hard telling what else she would lie about.” I nod and agree. I can’t trust her. Not ever again. Westyn dials the number, and we wait for him to answer the phone. After a few rings, his rough voice filters through the room.
“Hey Venom, it’s Breaker. President of the Broken Angels, MC. I’ve had some information come my way recently about you that I’d like to fact check before shit goes any farther. Do you have a few minutes?” Westyn is smooth when talking to the other Presidents. It’s what makes him a great president for our charter. He’s not just any ole president thought. He’s the mother charter President. We have eight other charters underneath his rule. It can get hard at times, but that’s why he has all of us.
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with my bitch of a wife taking your enforcers son and running off, would it?” He says, shocking the shit out of me.
“That would be it. She’s come to us asking for protection. Said you’re a danger to her and her son.” Before Westyn could continue, Venom broke out in a laugh.
“The only one you need to protect that boy from is his bitch of a mother. I told her that I didn’t care that he wasn’t mine. I’d raise him as my own. She told me she didn’t know who the father was, but as he got older, I figured it out. It wasn’t hard to do. He’s your enforcers twin. However, she would hardly let him leave that damn room. She would never let anyone near that damn thing and kept it locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I even told her to take him to your club, but she said it wasn’t safe.” Venom says.
“She told us that her parents married her off to you as a debt owed.” I chime in.
“Hell no. She came here on her own. We were together for years before then. She always planned to escape her family and come here.” Venom says. “You bring that bitch to me, or I’ll have some men come get her. Her ass is mine. She tried to fucking kill me before she took off. Bitch decided to hit me in the temple with my own fucking gun. She’s been going behind my back, fucking my men, and getting them to turn on me. I’ve managed to find some of the traitors, but it’s a slow process. I’ve got three kids to look after. She’s a terrible fucking mother. She’s the one that got us started in selling skin. I’ve put a stop to a lot of shit that she’s started. I guess good pussy can make you do just about anything.”
“She’s all yours brother.” Westyn says. “See you when you get here. I’ll have someone meet you at the gate with her. We’re keeping the boy though. He’s finally where he belongs.” Damn right he’s staying here. He’s right where he should have been all his life. With me and his family.
“Be there in about an hour.” The line went dead before anyone could respond.
“So, everything she fucking spewed out of her mouth was a lie. Twelve years ago, and now. Are you fucking kidding me right now!” I roar. I jump up out of my seat, sending it flying into the wall, before making my way into the main room of the clubhouse. “Megan!”
“Trigger! Stop! Don’t do anything you’ll regret later!” I ignore Doc shouting at me. I ignore everyone shouting at me trying to get my attention. My dad and Kyle are holding me back from charging at the woman that is currently the center of my anger.
“Let me the fuck go!” I roar. “She’s a fucking lying bitch!”
“What the fuck are you talking about Trigger? I haven’t lied about anything.” Her voice is like sandpaper on my ears. It’s like nails on a chalkboard.
“Don’t fucking lie to me. I know everything. I know you tried, and failed, to kill Venom. I know everything.” I snarl. I can feel myself losing control of my anger. I can feel myself going into the place that I was in when I first got out of the Marines. If that happens, we’re all in trouble.
“You need to calm down son. She’ll be dealt with. You can’t go back to that headspace. Come on, calm down.” I can hear my dad speaking to me, but the blood is rushing in my ears. I can’t concentrate on it. I know I need to calm down, but I can’t find myself to do it.
“Maybe I can help.” I hear an angelic voice coming from somewhere, but the need to see this woman pay for her actions is still roaring through my veins. We’re in a stare of and I’m going to win. Her end is coming and there’s nothing she can do about it. You don’t try to kill a MC President and not pay the consequences. She’s a lying and conniving cunt that deserves every damn thing that she gets. She’s never going to see my son again. I’ll make damned sure of that.
The next thing I know, there are hands on my face. Soft hands. The scent of citrus fills my senses. Slowly bringing the fire roaring through my body down to nothing. My eyes clear and I see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Red hair, green eyes, pale freckled skin. She’s around five-foot-five to my six-foot-three. Looking into her eyes I can feel myself being put in a trance. It’s just the two of us, everyone else in the room has disappeared. “That’s it, deep breaths. Come back to me. You’re almost there.” That voice brings me the rest of the way back to earth. I bring my eyes down to her lips. Her soft, pink lips.
Without thinking, I bring my lips to hers. They’re as soft as I thought they were. She freezes for a moment, but as soon as my tongue brushes her lower lip, she melts into my body. I vaguely hear the room erupt in hoots and hollers. When my tongue meets hers, fireworks play in my head. Sparks flow through my body. What the fuck am I doing? I don’t know this woman, but damn if her lips don’t feel fucking amazing. I bring my head back and stare into her eyes. “Hey.”
“Hello. Feel better?” She questions, a light blush appearing on her pale cheeks.
“Much better, thank you. What’s your name?”
“Alanis Barton. I’m the new accountant.” Fuck. Me. I do believe I have just found my one, but can I give myself to another woman? I guess we’ll soon find out.