I know very well this clubhouse is mainly for the bikers of this MC and most don’t have an old lady, but come on, I’m fairly sure Archer has the same rules in place as his dad before him. Lynn told me about this little fact because it was she who demanded it when the kids were born; she didn’t tolerate nakedness of stray pussy in plain sight. At least not during normal daytime. And neither do I.
It’s for this reason I stalk up to Cora and snap, “Button up your shirt.”
She lazily glances down as if now noticing she’s sitting here half-naked. She has the nerve to shrug and tell me, “Why cover up something a man is going to use in a few minutes?”
From the corner of my eye I see Archer stepping toward us, but I hold my hand up to stop him. I know he wants to help, but I need to handle this.
“Know your place,” I snap. “Tits and ass can be used and on show late at night when there isn’t a chance a kid can walk through that door. If you want to keep giving your breasts some air, you do it in someone’s room or in your own damn house, not here.”
“I haven’t heard anyone else except for you complaining about it.” She leans in and whispers, “Especially not your man. I think he likes mine better than yours since you have had a kid hanging off those long and chewed-off nipples of yours.”
For a fragment of a second there’s a buzzing sound and I mentally question myself, did she really just say that? The self-assured smirk painted on her face lets me know she did and I instantly have the craving to rip off her head and throw it across the room.
My fingers are wrapped around her throat with my next breath and I hiss in her face, “Whether or not my nipples are chewed-off by either my kid or my husband is none of your business nor would you know or see because I’m not shoving them into your face. And if my husband looks at your breasts, which is kinda hard not to do since you’re waving them around like a flag on a pole, that’s up to him because I don’t control his eyes nor his dick. You know why? Because I don’t have to: he’s mine as I’m his in a way you would never understand. There’s mutual loyalty and respect so I know he’ll never touch or cheat. And stop shooting me that fucking glare. I’m the president’s old lady, so you show respect the way I respect your presence here…as long as your tits and pussy are covered.”
I give her another squeeze and release my grip. She covers her throat with both hands and acts as if I almost ripped her head off. Crazy bitch. I’ve tolerated her long enough with the smoldering looks she keeps giving Archer. She’s a trouble maker, but like I said; I trust Archer. Between us there’s no room for doubt with infidelity since our bond is strong.
But she got on my nerves and if she’s wise she’ll take my advice and stick to the rules. Hell, she’s seen me train and knows I can throw a punch so why goad me like she did with the whole ‘my tits are better than yours and your husband thinks so too’ insanity?
“Bee, if you’re done handling shit…can you join us in church?” Archer says, laughter mixed with pride tainting every word.
Now it’s my turn to give Cora a self-assured smirk when her face fills with disbelief at the request of me joining them in church.
“Coming,” I tell him in a sing-song voice and lift my chin to head for church, feeling better about myself with each step I take.
CHAPTER SIX
– ARCHER –
The way my woman is facing off with Cora shouldn’t make me hard as a rock, but I’ll be damned if I can help it. She’s standing her ground and is breathtakingly beautiful while doing so. Here I thought I needed to step in because Cora has been trying to drive a wedge between me and Bee.
No obvious stuff outsiders would pick up on, but it’s a subtle touch here, some words there, popping an extra button open on her shirt, brushing her tits against my arm, that kinda stuff. And then she repeatedly asks for a private conversation where she’s concerned about Zuri.
I’m doubting that shit too. I know very well those two are friends and hell, Zuri also came on to me the last time, but I also know for a fact Cora would be pissed if she knew because both of them have a mentality of “every cunt for themselves, and take no prisoners.”
I love the way Bee handled Cora and she’s damn right about our mutual loyalty and respect. And for sure as fuck I’ll never touch or cheat since I wouldn’t risk the perfection I have now.
Wyatt chuckles and has a grin on his face, as do I. And it’s for this reason I tell my woman with a load of pride, “Bee, if you’re done handling shit…can you join us in church?”
Another straight point to drive home the fact that Bee belongs here and Cora is merely there because we tolerate her. Though, I do have a feeling she won’t be here for much longer. It’s not that we don’t want her here but hangarounds have rules to live by and she needs to heed and respect them.
Better yet, she needs to respect the woman who will always stand beside the president no matter what.
“Coming,” Bee replies to me in a sing-song voice.
I hold out my hand and when she takes it, I pull her close and kiss the fuck out of her mouth.
“Keep it in your pants, Prez.” Wyatt smacks my back and chuckles. “We have business to discuss.”
Tearing my mouth from Bee, I take pleasure in seeing her lips all puffy and well used, along with the dazed look in her eyes.
“Come on,” I murmur and guide her into church.
We have a full table and the stack of files in front of my chair amplifies the load of work we need to discuss. Wyatt grabs an extra chair and places it next to mine. I lift my chin in thanks as Bee takes a seat.
She leans in close and whispers underneath her breath, “You have a new face sitting at your table.”
My eyes slide to the nomad Wyatt reached out to late last night. “Bee, let me introduce you to Vachs. In a few minutes he won’t be a nomad but a full member of our MC. It’s perfect timing too since we need a new face to handle the situation with Sven and Woolerton. Sven knows every member, Vachs will be able to tail them unnoticed for a few days.”
“Smart thinking,” Bee muses and gives Vachs a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Vachs grunts. He’s never been one to talk much, more of a silent type who observes the room and everyone in it. And when the man does talk, it’s as if he weighs every word to make sure he doesn’t talk too much.
We met years ago during a mission. Vachs is a former SEAL and never wanted to settle down in one place until recently. Seeing his drive to put his skills to work we’ve been discussing his transfer here for quite some time. Wyatt suggested we give him a call last night, Vachs accepted and drove all night to get here.
“Wyatt, did you debrief everyone?” I question and everyone bobs their head. “Good. Sven is still Woolerton’s partner and we’re all aware of the possibility Woolerton might be involved in Galen’s death. It’s too much of a coincidence with Galen looking into those cases where criminals ended up dead, and as we now know Woolerton was the one who pulled up every single one of those dead men’s files before they ended up dead.”
Baton clears his throat. “And we’re also keeping the possibility open that Sven is the one while Woolerton is innocent.”