Shit this is not something I want to deal with. But at the same time, I want to know how her brother could let her get involved with a fucker like Titus.
“What do we do about Ice?” Brake asks.
“Gotta call him,” Chains growls and pulls his phone out.
A moment later he puts it in the center of the table on speaker.
“You better have a damn good reason for calling me, fucker,” Ice sneers into the phone the instant he answers.
“Yeah, dickhead, I do. Woman named Brielle called you earlier,” Chains scoffs.
“Where is she?” Ice demands immediately.
“I’ll answer that if you tell me what she is to you,” I snap.
“Fuck you, if you did something to that woman, we’ll have the war you all wanted to prevent from happenin’.” Hatred nearly rolls through the speaker of the phone.
“You can quit with the fuckin’ threats. Didn’t do a damn thing to Brielle. But her ex sure as fuck did,” Chains states.
“Shit, Titus found her, fuck. She okay?” Ice seethes.
“Her boys called me when they got home from school to find her stabbed, you know she’d moved in next to me?” I ask.
“No, didn’t fuckin’ know. Last time I talked to her she was in Waco, Texas. Look if Titus has found her then she’s fucked. He’s put word out when he found her this time, since he’s been searching for over a year and a half, he intended to make her suffer before killing her,” Ice says giving us this information.
“Oh shit,” Breaker mutters.
“If Brielle was found this time, it’s because she’d fucked up somehow. She’d been doing a damn good job of keeping her whereabouts downlow. Even her brother doesn’t know about the shit she’s been in.” He knows where Brielle’s brother is?
“Not anymore he’s on the way here,” Chains growls.
“Fuck,” Ice snarls.
“Wanna tell us why he didn’t know?” I demand.
“Brielle didn’t want him to know. Said he didn’t need to be in the know of her bullshit. She talks to him, but doesn’t tell him a thing about what’s going on. Wants him to think she’s happy. Stupid.” He’s got that shit right.
“What’s Brielle to you?” Tyres asks.
“She’s my cousin’s best friend and under the protection of the Toxic Warriors MC. We helped her get the fuck away from Titus and his fuckin’ uncle,” Ice states. “Now tell me, she safe there?”
“She’s safe here,” I snarl. “And she’s mine.”
All five of the men sitting around the table stare at me in bewilderment. They all knew I’d sworn to never claim a woman but here I am doing just that.
“Yours?” Ice mutters.
“Yeah, she’s mine, so are those boys,” I confirm my claim on them.
“Good, need anything for her let me or Viking know. Fawn finds out this shit, she’ll have a fuckin’ conniption and she don’t need that shit. Neither does her ol’ man.” What’s he care so much about his cousin being pissed?
“Who’s her ol’ man?” Brake asks.
“Viking,” Ice states.
“I didn’t think he had an ol’ lady,” Chains mutters.
“Yeah, well, not many people know. Considering she technically doesn’t know,” Ice chuckles. “Now we done?”
“Yeah, we’re done,” Chains states and disconnects the call. “This shit is fucked beyond anything else we’ve dealt with recently.”
“Shit, what do we do now?” Brake grumbles.
“Sleep on it, Whip will be here by noon I’m sure and we need to brace. Church at ten. Get some rest,” Chains orders and stands pocketing his phone and heads for his room to join his ol’ lady.
Standing I do the same thing. Stepping into my room, I remove my cut and shirt, empty my pockets on the dresser as I regard the boys sleeping on an air mattress on the floor next to the bed and their mom, my mon bijoux, in the bed.
Removing my boots, I quietly move to the opposite side of the room and slide into the bed without disturbing Brielle. Putting a hand behind my head I rest it on the pillow and close my eyes as I plan for what’s to come.
My own maman always said I enjoyed the challenge and that’s why I always sought the rush of it. Said one day I’d find the one and the best rush of all would come with making sure to keep them where I wanted them.
Should have done something the first day I saw her. Realize what I know now.
Brielle and her boys belong to me and I’ll do whatever I gotta do to keep them that way.
Chapter Five
Brielle
“Where the fuck is she?” My body jerks at the roar of my brother’s voice as I stand in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee to my chest.
Oh. No.
Bryan is here.
Not good.
He’s not supposed to be here.
“Maman?” Marcus asks.
“Shh, it’s okay,” I murmur lifting a hand from the coffee cup and putting it around my son’s head.
Since Ryder brought me to the clubhouse late last night, after I was discharged, both my boys have been sticking to me like glue.
“Whip, cool it,” another man snaps.
“Not fuckin’ happenin’ until I see my fuckin’ sister,” Bryan or rather as the man calls him Whip snarls.
“You might want to calm the fuck down before you scare her and her boys,” Ryder suggests but it’s more of an order. It’s scary the only thing blocking me from my brother is a thin wall between the main room and the kitchen.
“I’ll calm down when I see Mini,” Whip mutters.
I close my eyes at the nickname my brother gave me a long time ago.
“You going to cool it before I let you near her, man. Her and those boys been through enough. I sure as hell ain’t about to let them go through anymore,” Ryder growls.
Oh.
My.
God.
“Brielle, you’ve missed it but the past six months, those boys of yours became my boys as well by putting their claim on me and by doing so I put mine on all three of you. I just hadn’t acted on it until, and I’ll say this, my boys called crying because you were stabbed. That shit ain’t happenin’ again. Got me?” Ryder’s words ring in my ear.
When I’d woken up this morning, I’d done it next to Ryder. My head resting on his arm. Due to the pain in my stomach I wasn’t able to lay like I normally do during the only times I sleep, but Ryder had one arm under my head the other wrapped protectively around my chest. Keeping me secured near him.
Marcus and Micah slept straight through this. They didn’t wake up until right before we came into the kitchen a few minutes ago.
Meaning I’d lain staring at Ryder until he’d woken up, opened his beautiful eyes and grinned at me. “Morning, mon bijoux,” he murmured, sleepily.
God, the way my body reacts to his voice.
Ryder had helped me up, given me one of his shirts and a pair of my leggings. I knew these were mine due to the fact he’d pulled them out of a bag someone had packed full of my clothes. Next to my bag were two other bags filled with Marcus and Micah’s clothes as well.