“They’ve tried to several times. I’ve ignored their calls.” I got tired of every time I got a new number, they would get hold of it. Or if I blocked their numbers, they’d use someone else’s phone to call me. I learned to just press the decline on my phone when I know it’s them.
“They call a lot?” Tracker asks.
“The past couple of weeks yeah. It’s been Mary more than my mom, why?” I sneer not wanting to talk about either of those bitches. My aunt made Stoney’s life hell. He knows I know about the money he paid her to stay out of Horse’s life but also mine in extension.
“Seems Mary’s back in town and looking for money. She approached Rachel the other day while at the store and informed my ol’ lady that she wouldn’t be enough for me and that she’d bet I was stepping out on her with someone else. Most likely one of the clubwhores. Your mom even chimed in about how good I was in bed and she wouldn’t mind being there again. Fuckin’ bitch ain’t ever ridden my dick.”
Oh shit.
Fuck.
This isn’t good.
If they’re at it. Then they want something.
Have they learned I’ve got money in the bank now?
“Sorry, Prez,” I mumble while shaking my head. “You want me to deal with it?”
“I want you to be on the lookout for those two cunts and make sure they don’t get to Parker or Piper. Rachel knows who I am and she knows who Mary is. The bitch fucked up going to my ol’ lady,” Stoney snarks.
“Sorry, Prez,” I mutter again.
“Nothing for you to be sorry about,” he declares.
I nod my head. “Still fuckin’ sucks because these two cunts are related to me.”
“They’re related to Horse as well, so they’re not just your problem, they’re all of ours. I wanted you to be aware in case you didn’t know. They want money and know you have it,” Stoney sneers.
“Fuck, didn’t she get that life insurance money? There’s no way she could have blown through that amount,” I grumble, thinking of the life insurance plan my dad had. I remember hearing them talk about it one night as he stroked her head. She would have been well set up for the rest of her life if she used it right considering it was over half a million dollars.
“She didn’t get shit. Your old man didn’t leave anything to her. Even as demented and fucked up as he was in the head, believe me I know exactly what he did. He sang like a canary when I ended his life. The man made sure all the money went into an account for you.”
“Oh shit,” I blurt out. “How did I not know about this?”
“Our lawyer at the time took control of the money after your father’s death was found out and the insurance paid out. You had to have someone in charge of it. Until you turn thirty you don’t have access to it. Which you’ll be in two years when you do. However, there is a way for you to have the money released early to you if need be.”
“Shit. I don’t even want the money,” I mutter. I want no part in anything that’s been tainted by that fucker and I’ve long since learned to live with what he did to me. I’m the man I am now because of it. I got away and came here, you all taught me I could be better and I am. This shit isn’t happening. Thank you for telling me but I sure as fuck don’t want none of it. Tell the lawyer to get and transfer it to the club. Use the shit to help the ol’ ladies do what they want, donate it, something, I don’t give a fuck just don’t give it to those trifling bitches.”
“I thought you might say that so we have something we want to bring to you, see what you think.” Stoney grins.
“Okay what is it?” I ask.
“What do you think of putting the money into a safe haven for spouses and children who’ve suffered at the hands of abuse? I overheard Rachel and Harley talking about it earlier this week. They want to open a place that will take women and children who need a place to go. Harley thought it shouldn’t be for just women and children but for men too.”
Fuck me. I love those two women.
They’ve suffered so much from abuse. Rachel at the hands of her mother and the man she’d been with before coming home. Harley’s grandfather abused her and then she was raped by women both physically and mentally.
“Let the women have it. They can take the tainted money and put it to use for their safe haven,” I say, causing Stoney to grin. “You knew I’d agree to this didn’t you?”
“I know you, Cane. Raised you from the time you were eight. You might not be mine but you’re still a son to me. Same as Horse is to me. You ask him and he’ll say you’re his brother not his cousin,” Stoney nods.
Well fuck me.
Nodding, I give him a grin.
He’s right, Horse has always stated I was more his brother rather than his cousin. We might have quite a few years between us but he’s always been there for me.
“We done?” I ask more than ready to get back to Parker and our girl.
Stoney grins knowingly and nods. He’s been where I am.
Standing up, I let the past go and head for the woman who is not only my present but my future.
Chapter Eleven
Parker
After Cane left the room, I laid down and stared into the side of the playpen. I love watching my little girl sleep. At the apartment, I didn’t have a TV, so I always had to find ways to entertain her and in doing so I came up with our stories.
Staring at her, I could think of so many stories. Some even for adults to read. I always wanted to be a writer but it never panned out. My brother thought of it as a stupid idea. One pointless and unnecessary since I needed to do things for him.
A thought comes to mind and I sit up on Cane’s bed. Last night, I spotted a notebook on Cane’s desk over in the corner. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I used it.
At least I hope not.
I climb off the bed and walk over to the desk. I lift the notebook off the desk, flip through the pages to find it blank of writing. I sigh a little, knowing it doesn’t have anything in it so I don’t feel like I’m invading his privacy. I grab a pen and head back to sit in the middle of the bed.
Opening the book to the first page, I begin to write. I didn’t know what it would be titled but I started it off about a woman meeting the man of her dreams. How they met in line at a grocery store, the guy stands behind her admiring the woman in front of him.
I’m entranced with my words as I write them, I don’t even know how much time passes when I feel Cane’s lips against the side of my neck.
“What are you doing, lil mama?” he asks gently.
“Um, nothing,” I say, glancing at him. I’m embarrassed by the fact he caught me writing.
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he states, nodding to the notebook in my lap.
“Oh, um, um, I . . .”
Cane grins and slides the notebook out of my fingers and looks down to read the first couple lines then lifts his head to look at me. “Lil mama, this is good.”
“You . . . think so?” I murmur breathlessly with wide eyes.
“Yeah, Parker, I wouldn’t lie to you, this reminds me of how Horse and Kenny met,” Cane states, nodding.