Those boys wormed their way in bringing their maman with them. I wasn’t expecting that shit not after growing up with two evil as fuck sisters, I hardly thought of myself claiming a woman for myself. Not that I didn’t think there were good women out in the world but I didn’t think after raisin’ all four of my nephews from my early twenties that I’d ever want a woman for more than warming my bed.
Now though, I’m thinking of the rush of having this woman in my bed every night next to me. I’ve seen she’s nothing like my sisters and some of the other crazy ass bitches I’ve meet in my forty-one years.
“Ryder, you good?” my nephew, Chains, asks as I step out of my room at the clubhouse. I’d just gotten Brielle and the boys set up in there for the night. The moment she was discharged from the hospital, the woman was hell on wheels wanting to get those two. Never in my life did I ever see two boys lucky to have a mom who loved them as much as she does them.
I had to shut her up when she started talking about me letting her grab her car so she and the boys could take off. I saw it in her eyes at the hospital, she was planning her escape and that shit won’t be happenin’. Not this time. Marcus and Micah deserve a normal life and so does she.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I nod my head as I step toward him. “Let’s get a beer.”
“You going to tell me why we have Titus fuckin’ Pelletier’s kids here?” And right there is why I wanted him to take my seat when I went nomad five years ago. I was dealing with some shit with one of the strays back then, kept claiming she was pregnant with my kid, lying through her teeth about it. Thought it was, until the kid was born and the paternity test was done and found out it was some John’s that she’d picked up at one of the bars in New Orleans.
After that shit, I’d needed away from it all to keep myself from going to prison. For one wanting to throttle the bitch who kept trying to say the test was bullshit and the kid was mine. Yeah, don’t play that shit with me. It don’t work. I might have stayed long enough to find out about the kid being mine or not but I wasn’t going to let some bitch put my name on a birth certificate without knowing and sure as fuck wasn’t letting her trap me.
Going nomad was one of the best choices I could have made for myself. I was able to get my head back the way I needed it. Also enjoyed being on the road. No one around to fuck with me. I was able to think of nothing but the road ahead of me.
When shit went down with my niece, Victoria, and her ol’ man, Tracker, VP of the Devil’s Riot MC, I’d finally decided I’d been away for long enough. I enjoy being a member of the Inferno’s Clutch, sitting at the table but I’m damn glad I put the club in the hands of my nephew Chains. I can see the way he’s taken the club. Sure, we do illegal shit but a lot of the club’s funds are legit.
Chains and I step into the main room of the clubhouse and take a seat at one of the rounded tables just as Tiny brings us both a beer.
“Bitsy, what the fuck did I tell you?” Chains growls.
“I know what you told me and for your information, I was merely waiting on you guys to come in here so I could tell you goodnight, Mr. Jerk,” Tiny snaps.
“Doesn’t mean you have to do it waiting behind the bar,” Chains declares snagging an arm around her waist and pulling her into his lap.
“I’m not one for sitting still and I’d already finished all my schoolwork for the day, so bite me.” I can’t help but chuckle at Tiny’s remarks. Since she got here, the woman has grown out of her shell completely. She has no problem getting along with any of the guys in the club, will laugh and joke with them, but if you’re an unknown she shies away and sticks very close to Chains.
“You’re gonna end up getting that ass spanked, baby, you keep that attitude up.” Chains grins.
“Whatever. I’m going to bed. I’m tired and I just wanted to make sure Ryder was good first.” And there’s that big heart of Tiny’s, the one that showed me she was a good woman. The same as when she refused to leave the hospital the entire time Chains was in there. The same as when she pulled the trigger. She’d do anything for my nephew and any of us.
“I’m good, sweetheart, go get some rest. Those babies you’re carrying need you to stay strong. In order to do that, you need to stay rested and do us all a favor, stay from behind the bar. Want something else to do, try picking a hobby like painting or some shit to keep us from hearing your ol’ man bitching about you working while pregnant,” I state.
“Don’t you start that, too. I’m fine and the babies are fine, excuse me if I like working behind the bar. It’s what I do. It’s what I’m good at, now, I’ll keep doing it until I don’t think I can anymore, okay?” Tiny huffs as she struggles against Chains’ hold on her to stand up.
“Bitsy, calm down, lose the attitude,” Chains mutters, sliding an arm up her body to cup the side of her face. “None of us want to see you over doing it that’s all.”
“Fine, I’m going to bed,” she states as she calms down some.
“I’ll be there in a bit,” Chains says leaning in kissing his woman before helping her up off his lap.
“Mind if we join the party?” Brake asks as Tiny gets to her feet and walks toward the hall that leads to the bedrooms.
“Knock yourself out,” I mutter seeing not only Brake and Tyres standing there but Breaker and Fuse as well. I’d have to question why Fuse is there considering I’m sure he’s been digging up information we all need.
“Should we pull all the brothers in for church?” Fuse asks as he takes a chair at the table.
“Is it necessary at this moment?” Chains asks in return.
“Probably, but it’s not like we can’t do it in the morning,” Fuse states.
“Then tell us what you got and I’ll shoot a text that church is at ten. I’d say earlier but it’s already after fuckin’ one,” Chains grumbles.
“We already know who Marcus and Micah’s dad is. Tyres and Brake’s cousin, Titus Pelletier,” Fuse mutters.
“Got that part brother,” Tyres sneers.
“Know you do, but this whole scenario just got a hell of a lot more complicated. I took the phone the boys used to call earlier and found Brielle had made a phone call I’m guessing around the time everything happened, tracked it down. Man, she called Ice’s direct number.”
“Ice as in the Toxic Warriors MC’s VP, Ice,” I snarl.
“The very one,” Fuse nods in agreement.
“Fuck,” Breaker snaps. “This isn’t something we need right now.”
“No, but it gets even more complicated than just Ice, Brielle is the sister of a member of the Devil’s Riot MC.” I about lose my fuckin’ mind at this information.
“Come again,” I can feel my body vibrating with fury at everything Fuse tells us.
“Her brother is a member of the Devil’s Riot MC, goes by Whip. Sent Tracker a text earlier asking about the dude. Tracker called immediately wanting to know why I was askin’. Told him Whip’s sister was down here. Tracker hung up on me, called back about twenty minutes later, and said Whip was on his way down here with Venom and Cane,” Fuse states.