“Punching the wall isn’t goin’ to do any good. Go to the gym or something,” Shadow suggests.
“Or go back to your office and those club sluts,” I snap, unable to hold back.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Shadow yells followed by what sounded like a fight going on.
“Shut the fuck up, Rach,” Tracker grunts. “Prez, just go calm the fuck down.”
“Fine,” Stoney snarls.
At the stomping of them all moving away from the door, I sag against the wall and slide to the floor, drawing my knees to my chest. What have I ever done to be treated the way I have all my life?
First my mom. Then Lucien. Now Stoney.
When will it end?
Maybe I need to do what I’d planned to do all along. It’s not like I’ll ever be what he needs. When it comes to being involved with someone, I want to be the only one they want. I don’t want to have to compete for his attention.
It should be given freely.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Stoney
How the hell did this shit happen?
Oh yeah, because you allowed Cherry Pie and Peaches, who had tears in their eyes wanting to talk about something that happened, set you up dumbass. I hadn’t expected them to begin what they did, but I didn’t stop them either.
It’s my fuckin’ fault as much as it is theirs.
I shouldn’t have let them into my office let alone watched as they finger-fucked each other. It’s not like this is something new for me, especially when it comes to these two women. Cherry Pie and Peaches have always enjoyed pleasuring each other while being watched whenever I was in the mood for a trio. Usually, I’d have joined them on the couch, but I simply stared at them, enjoying the show like it was a live porno. My dick throbbed behind my jeans though I had no intention of putting him to use. I figured after I watched them, I’d go find Rachel and fuck her.
I hadn’t expected Rachel to open the door to my office without knocking first. Then again, I hadn’t been paying attention to whether or not anyone would be coming in here, knowing I was preparing for the run I was leaving for in a little while.
Damn, I’ve fucked everything up. There’s no way she’s going to listen to me. I saw the hurt behind her glare as she told me I might as well join them.
“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Tracker asks as we step outside the clubhouse.
I’m pissed that there’s nothing I can do to make things right, at least for now. “Besides, Rachel walking into my office to find Cherry Pie and Peaches fuckin’ each other’s pussies while I watched, there’s nothing to tell you,” I snarl, but I have no one to be pissed at besides myself. I did this by not kicking those two cunts out.
“Why the fuck would you do that shit?” Tracker snaps. Of course, he’d get pissed with me when I told him. Rachel’s his cousin after all.
“Because it was a set-up, that’s why,” Shadow says calmly as he leans against the side of the building.
“The fuck you mean it was a set-up,” I growl.
“Just want I mean. Those two bitches have wanted Rachel gone since she got here and you stopped fuckin’ the clubwhores. They heard Rachel talkin’ to Tiny about watching Luca and Corinne so she could spend some time alone with you,” Shadow explains.
“So those two cunts decided to stage a coup and have Rachel walk in on it,” I roar.
“That about sums it up,” Shadow nods.
“They’re fuckin’ dead, the both of them.”
It takes both Tracker and Shadow to hold me back from going after those two cunts who thought they could play fuckin’ games and ending them here and now.
“What the fuck is goin’ on out here?” Blaze demands as he steps through the door Tracker and Shadow were blocking me from going through.
“Let me fuckin’ go. Those two are not getting away with this shit,” I declare as I try yet again to get to the door.
“Prez, think about this. We don’t kill women,” Tracker says calmly.
“I don’t give a fuck! Those two cunts set me up and I’ll be damned if I let them stay here.” Snarling, I snatch my arm from his and Shadow’s hold.
“Someone wanna clue me in on what’s goin’ on? What two cunts are we talkin’ about?” Blaze asks, glancing between the three of us.
“Cherry Pie and Peaches,” Shadow says.
“What about them?” Blaze asks, furrowing his brow as he pulls out one of his cigarettes.
“They’ve caused a lot of drama today. Enough to fuck with Prez’s head,” Tracker says this time.
“Those two bitches haven’t fucked with my head. They decided to play games and cause problems between me and Rachel,” I snap.
“Prez, you need to calm the fuck down. I’m not letting you anywhere near Rachel when you’re like this,” Tracker states, earning a death glare from me.
“Fine, but I want those two locked in their room until this shitshow with Torben is handled. When we get back, I’ll handle them. Hopefully, I’ll be able to fix what they damaged,” I say as I turn from them and head for my bike. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
“We have to leave in an hour to get to the meet spot,” Tracker calls out from behind me.
“I’ll be back by then,” I respond as I straddle my bike. I need a little bit of time to get my thoughts in order. If I don’t, it could cost more than us starting a war.
The headlights of multiple bikes flash through the night as the Lucifer’s Heretics MC make their way toward us through the empty field.
“Something doesn’t feel right about this,” Tracker mutters under his breath next to me.
I nod in agreement, glancing around at my brothers I brought with me. I’d left Nerd, Ranger, and Cane back at the clubhouse to protect Rachel and the twins as a precautionary. Right now, my gut is churning with that decision. Maybe I should have left Tracker back there as well or Blaze. Hell, I should have left Shadow with her. I know I can count on my brothers with my life, but this is Rachel we’re talking about.
Between her, Luca, and Corinne, they own my heart the same way Horse does with my grandkids.
“Let’s get this shit over and done with. I plan to head back as soon as these assholes leave,” I grumble.
“Agreed,” Tracker nods.
As the bikes come to a stop not far from where we are standing, all but one man stayed sitting astride their bikes. I’m guessing the one who got off is Torben, the Prez of the Lucifer’s Heretics MC.
“Where’s Raynor?” he asks, spitting on the ground as he walks toward me.
“He’s here,” I say nonchalantly, pointing behind me.
“I suggest you hand him over,” Torben sneers.
“Or what?” I retort.
“Or I’ll make your life a living hell,” Torben threatens.
“How would you be able to make my life a living hell? You have nothing on us to do so,” I say, narrowing my eyes on the asshole in front of me.
Chuckling, he reaches into his pocket and pulls his phone out. Hitting a couple buttons, he lets the phone ring. “Yo, Torben, I’m here.” I stiffen at the familiar voice.