Princess began ripping away the clothes on Ma’s body, finding the entrance of the bullet. Turning her softly, she also appeared to find the exit wound.
“I’ll find them. Don’t you fucking worry about that,” G.T. ground out, rushing out of the room.
“What do you need?” I asked, since standing there watching was not helping anyone.
“I need towels and duct tape,” Princess ordered.
“Here.” G.T. was one step ahead, handing both items to her. Watching Princess work like a well-oiled machine was beautiful. She didn’t shy away from the blood or do that prissy shit that most women do. She dug in and got the job done. I was in a bit of awe. Every fucking move this woman made, made me want to stick my dick in her. Shit.
Pops stopped my admiration. “Cruz, you get Princess and Ma back to the clubhouse. Call Breaker and Buzz to bring the cage. Call Doc and get him to the clubhouse now.” I nodded as he turned to G.T. “You and me ride.”
The clubhouse was buzzing while Doc worked on Ma. She appeared to be just fine, but one woman was not. Princess hadn’t stopped pacing since Doc started working on Ma. Every so often she paused to have a shot of Jack and then continued to pace.
Everyone left her alone not wanting to be on the end of her rage, I assumed, but I couldn’t care less if I pissed her off. Walking up in front of her, I gently grabbed her shoulders.
“Don’t,” she barked at me.
“Come on.” She looked at her Ma laying on the pool table getting stitched up and shook her head. “It’ll just take a minute. Trust me.” She looked up into my eyes as if she was battling some inner turmoil then sighed.
She nodded, “All right. A few minutes, then I gotta get back.”
Smiling, I led her outside the clubhouse to the back gym. I’d been in her shoes before, seeing someone I love shot and not being able to do a damn thing about it. When Steeler was shot outside of the club, I didn’t know what the fuck to do. The brothers swooped in and took care of it, and at that exact moment, I knew this life was for me.
“The ring?” she questioned, looking at the large square in the center of the gym, her eyes wide.
“Yep. Get taped up.”
She smiled. “You wanna fight me?” I could see her wheels turning.
“I’m not going to fight you. You’re just gonna get some of your frustration out.” There was no way I wanted to hit this woman, whether she accepted it or not, I’d protect her till my dying breath. God, I knew this fucking woman a day, and she was already so fucking far under my damn skin.
“Oh, come on. You’re just going to let me hit you like some pansy ass bitch, huh?” The devil gleaming in her eyes had me utterly intrigued.
“I’ll tape up, but I’m not swinging.”
“Pussy.”
After helping each other tape up and removing our boots, we climbed into the ring. She pulled her hair into some kind of bun thing on her head as she moved her neck from side to side. Hearing stories about Princess’ ability in the ring, I admit I was intrigued. The guys supposedly taught her to fight, and she always held her head up high even if she ended up bloody, or so I was told. Now I’d get a personal view.
As we squared off, my pulse began to pick up. I dodged swing after swing until she nailed me right in the mouth, sending blood flying. Wiping it from my face, we began a fighting dance. I never once swung, only blocked.
“Come on. Fight me damn it!” she growled at me, swinging hard, kicking me in the gut.
“No,” I said as I regained my composure, standing tall. I didn’t hear the door to the gym open, only the whoops and hollers of all my brothers and Ma coming into the gym. Shit.
“Hey, boys. This pussy here won’t fight back,” she goaded me. I knew what I had to do. I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to. No fucking way I’d let the brothers see me not fight back.
She blocked several of my swings, but I made contact with the right hook to her cheek and she stumbled back. I stopped what I was doing and rushed to her. She smiled giving me a right hook of her own sending me staggering back a bit.
This went on for what seemed like forever. Blood was gushing down both of our faces. The bell on the side started going off as Dagger banged on it, hard. We knew it was over. Fuck if this bitch didn’t have the biggest balls I’ve ever seen.
I stalked towards her, and her eyes widened. I’m not sure what my face looked like, but all I could feel was my throbbing dick needing a home and fast. Grabbing her, I slammed my lips to hers; just taking everything I possibly could from her. As her body melted into mine, I kept going, not giving two shits about the crowd below us. Tasting the sweat and blood throughout my mouth spurred me on.
Princess pulled away, wincing. As I looked at her lip, I could see it was split wide open. “Doc still here?” I called out.
“In the clubhouse!” Rhys called out.
“Get checked out,” I said, staring at her lip, not believing I just did that to her, a bit ashamed with myself, in fact.
“I’m fine,” she uttered and patted her lip with her hand.
“I didn’t ask. Go,” I ordered. Getting right in her face, “Get your fucking ass in there and get checked out. Now.” My voice was dead calm and utterly serious, and when her eyes flashed acceptance, I knew I’d gotten her.
Princess took off out of the ring, and I climbed out. “You sure you want that, Brother?” Dagger asked. He’s always in protection mode. I didn’t think he had any other switch.
“Hell yeah,” I said, wiping the blood from my face with a towel.
G.T. stepped in front of me. “You fucking hurt her; I’ll put a bullet in your fucking head.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” And I wouldn’t. She’s his blood. You protect blood and family at all costs. I respected that about G.T.
“I’m fucking serious. She’s not free pussy.” The anger radiating off my brother was tangible. I understood it, but it was fucking pissing me off.
Going toe-to-toe with G.T, I never thought I would want to rip someone’s head off so much. “You don’t think I fucking know that?”
“I’m starting to wonder. You forget I see the pussy coming out of your room.”
“And I see what comes out of yours,” I fire back knowing he didn’t want his business being known by his sister.
“Just don’t fuck her over.” G.T. shoulder-checked me, blowing past me towards the clubhouse. Fuck that shit. As I walked towards him to show him what I thought with my fists, Dagger’s words stopped me in my tracks.
“Cruz. You need to get your kid here. We’re on lockdown.” Fuck. Those words sent everything spiraling. I knew if Cooper came here, his bitch of a mother would make it a point to come, too. Shit if this wasn’t gonna be fucked up.
The shots of Jack helped numb the pain coursing through my body. I didn’t know how Cruz knew what I needed, but damn he did. Feeling lost and broken wasn’t easy. I wanted to rip those assholes apart for shooting at Ma. Throwing blow for blow was such a relief, and I didn’t know if he knew, but he brought back some awesome memories. I learned so much in that very ring, mostly from G.T., but the other brothers, as well.
Casey left earlier in the day and was due back any time. With us now on lockdown, everyone who was involved with the club was making his or her way inside. Casey went to our place to grab our stuff, and I desperately wanted her to get back here.
Pops was nice enough to let me crash in his room for a bit after the fight. I needed to rest, and being on lockdown, I didn’t want to be out in the main part of the clubhouse or in the bunks with all the kids running around. I needed a bit of peace.
Taking another swig of Jack from the bottle, I placed it on the small nightstand by the bed. Falling down, I spread out on the blood-red comforter and pillows that I’m sure Ma picked out ‘cause Pops could give two shits what the place looked like. My face was hurting like a bitch, and I bet it looked just as bad.
After the Doc patched me up, I showered and called Casey giving
her a list of the stuff I wanted. Lord knows how long we’d be on lockdown. No one was saying shit about the guy who shot Ma. When I asked, I was told it was club business.
Bang… Bang… Bang… I jumped up feeling a horrible head rush from moving way too fast. I hoped I didn’t have a concussion from the hard ass blow Cruz gave me. “Hang on,” I groaned pulling myself out of bed. Opening the door, Casey stood there. Her beautiful smile instantly fell at the sight of me. “Looks that bad, huh?” I laughed.
“Holy shit, girl. You weren’t kidding about the fight.” Casey took in my face as she stepped in, locking the door behind her. When she reached to touch it, I shied away, heading back over to the bottle of Jack, taking another deep swig.
“That shit helping at all?” she asked throwing our bags in the corner. If we were on lockdown, she was on lockdown, too. Her dad, Bam, died three years ago during a run. We never got the details, but Bam was all that Casey had. Her whore of a mom left her when she was a baby. Bam raised her here, in this world. She was tough, but not a fighter, like me. She was more inclined to use her brains to get what she wanted instead of her fists. But since she was the kid of a patched member, even though passed, she was protected, too.
“A little.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sighed.
“What’s up?” she asked, sitting next to me and wrapping her arm around my shoulder.
“Case, I haven’t been home twenty-four hours yet, and I’ve kicked a shop guy’s ass, got shot at, patched up my Ma, and got into a knock down drag out fight with a brother.”
“Welcome home,” she said smiling.
Laughing, “Yeah, welcome home.” I paused, thinking. “I haven’t had shit going on for two years. I missed this.”
“I missed you,” she said, squeezing me. “Come on. This is your party. Let’s get out there and enjoy it.”
After Casey worked her magic on fixing my face, we headed out to the bar. She wasn’t shitting when she said the place was packed. There was wall to wall people, and I had no idea where they would all sleep, and why I cared I had no idea. I guessed the bunks. I couldn’t remember the last time I was part of a lockdown.
As we walked through the crowd of people, I began seeing more and more people that I knew. Hugging each one of them, I made my way to the bar, getting a shot of Jack from Buzz or Breaker. I couldn’t tell who was who. They took being identical twins to the ultimate level. Maybe I could talk them into some ink on their hands so I could tell them apart. I laughed at the idea, yeah, right.
Legs, Bubbles, and Flash were there with open arms, hugging me repeatedly. These ol’ ladies have been around since I was a kid and were my Ma’s best friends. They proudly wore their ‘Property of’ patches, and while some hung tight to their guys, others like Flash didn’t stay close, at all. She free-floated, and Dagger never seemed to say a word as he was doing the same.
Even seeing the other ol’ ladies I didn’t know so well and watching their little kids run around the clubhouse felt comforting. The guys added on a room off of the gym for all the kids to go and play. It also had tons of bunk beds, so they could all have a big sleepover. Pops said they had to since so many of the brothers had families that need protection.
Scanning the room, my eyes landed on an adorable little boy. His hair was a light brown and his eyes shined a beautiful blue. He had adorable carpenter jeans on with a ‘Support Your Local Ravage MC’ t-shirt on. “Cooper!” I heard Cruz’s voice boom my eyes shot up in his direction. He scooped the little boy up and began tickling him up in the air. The little boy laughing uncontrollably. He had to be Cruz’s son. Damn.
Standing next to Cruz was a beautiful, long-haired, blonde with very short shorts on, making her legs look like they went on for miles, along with a tank top that showed most of her tits off except for her nipples. Her body kicked ass. Her huge boobs and curvy hips made her stand out in the sea of people, and she carried herself like she knew it. Hell I knew it. As the woman touched Cruz’s arm, he turned and smiled at her. My heart dropped. She must be his ol’ lady, and I kissed him a few hours ago, in front of all the guys. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Is he the one you fought?” Casey asked, following my line of sight.
“What gave it away? The black and blue eye or the busted lip?” My sarcasm hiding my true feelings inside.
“Ha. Ha. So what do you think? His ol’ lady?” she asked, and I didn’t want to answer. I just wanted to drink. A lot. This was the exact reason I never got involved with brothers. Now I’m on lockdown with them and had to watch them be one big happy fucking family. I couldn’t stand this shit. This was the exact reason rules were in fucking place, even if they’re self-imposed.
“Looks like it. I need a drink,” I said, turning back towards the bar. “B.Boys!” I called slamming my hand to the bar but not knowing who was who and using the first name that came to mind. “I need Jack and beer. Please.” I downed the Jack and began on the beer. I needed to forget what a dumbass I was.
“Princess?” Cruz’s deep voice behind me sent shivers up my spine, and I wanted to kick myself in the ass. Turning slowly, I came face to face with an adorable little boy who looked like an exact replica of Cruz, and if I had to guess was around two and a half years old, not that I was a child expert. But the smile radiating off of him was contagious.
“Hey, little guy,” I said, smiling at the boy. “You look just like your daddy.”
“Cooper, say hi to Princess.” Cooper gave me his sparkling megawatt smile and giggled.
“Pin… ess, owie,” Cooper’s adorable voice tried to say, making my smile grow wide.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bud. I’m okay. The owie doesn’t hurt.” Yeah right. As the beautiful blonde approached Cruz’s side, I felt my body stiffen. Then, seeing Cooper cling to his daddy’s arm set several warning bells off in my head, but it wasn’t my business.
The blonde ran her fake nails down Cruz’s arm, and damn if part of me wanted to tear her fucking arm off. But I kept myself in check, taking another swig of my almost empty beer; I watched the scene unfold in front of me. I should have known that Cruz would have an ol’ lady. “Who’s this?” her way too high pitched voice questioned.
He addressed me and not her. “Princess, this is Mel, Cooper’s mom.” I eyed him, waiting for the other part of the introduction, but it never came.
“Harlow,” I said, nodding. “I got shit to do.” Looking at Casey, I chin nodded to the door, but she shook her head.
“I’m not going out there,” she said, taking a shot of Jack.
“Why?”
“I’m just not. Go on. I’ll be fine.” She nodded to the door. I pulled myself away from their happy little family, needing some air. Grabbing another beer and leaving Casey in the bar, I headed out to the courtyard. The guys made a separate space right off the clubhouse that was protected all the way around by tall, elaborate gates. In the center was a huge fire pit that was roaring to life.
Pops and Ma were sitting around it, along with many of the brothers. As I scanned the area, G.T. was leaning up against the fence talking to some brunette who looked like a club momma judging from her nonexistent clothes. That was another reason why I hated lockdowns, having the whores and ol’ ladies in one area was always a bad idea. One slip and chaos could erupt sending everything spiraling into oblivion.
Making my way to Ma, I asked her “You feeling okay?” and sat down next to her.
“Yeah. I’m good. Nothing, a few drinks, can’t fix,” Ma said, smiling. She’s always been so damn strong. I envied her. I never said that I wanted to be her when I grew up, for the mere fact that I didn’t allow myself to get close enough to one of the brothers to become an ol’ lady. But I learned from her strength and the way she held herself and took that to heart.
“You know who this was?” I asked, knowing that my Pops was going to interject, but I had to keep trying.
As if on cue, “It’s club business, Princess, let it go.” It was Pops’ way of giving me a direct
order without me flying off the handle. I loved that he knew me so well.
“Pops, why didn’t you tell me that Cruz has an ol’ lady?” No offense, but the brothers knew me and knew that I didn’t mess around with them. To have not one of them tell me that Cruz had an ol’ lady pissed me off considering most of them were there in the ringside seat for the kiss.
“He doesn’t. And it’s not my business to tell,” Pops stated firmly. I knew he wouldn’t ever tell another brothers business when it came to women, but I had hoped being his daughter it’d be different. Once again, I was wrong.
“I just met her, Pops. Mel and Cooper,” I said, gazing into the fire, pulling from the bottle in my hand, trying to tap down emotions I had no right to have.
“That’s just his kid’s mom. She’s been trying to get back with him for years. He doesn’t want her. She’s a whore.” I didn’t respond. There was no use. I knew what I saw, and she was staking a claim on him. Fine. Whatever. Time to get over it.
“So, how’s it feel to be out, girl?” Dagger’s voice came from behind me. Dagger has been my uncle, which I use the term loosely because he’s always trying to fuck me, for as long as I could remember. He got his name because; I hear; he’s very good with his knife. Not that I’ve ever seen him in action. A light beard and mustache lined his face, falling down to his chest. His hair was tucked under his stocking cap with the Ravage MC skull with flames symbol on the front. He sat next to me, and I turned to face him.
“Like coming home,” I answered honestly.
“Well, we’re glad to have our Princess back in the fold. We missed your smart little ass around here.”
I rolled my eyes. Some loved my mouth, while others still didn’t get me. “Hey, someone’s gotta keep you boys in line.”
“We’re damn glad you’re back to do it, girl.” Dagger wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me tight into him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I smelled the familiar smell of leather and smoke making being home real. Closing my eyes, I let the warmth of the fire and Dagger flush through my body.
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