“Ummm … thank you?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Oh my God, you’re too much. Do you not see how gorgeous you are?”
I guess I’m okay. Jacob always tried to get me to wear more makeup, wear skimpier clothing—basically changing who I was, but I wouldn’t do it. That’s probably why he strayed. He wanted someone prettier, more experienced than what I was.
“We should probably get going.” I tell her, changing the subject and luckily she lets it go.
In the staff parking lot I follow her to a red Jeep Wrangler and climb in the passenger side. We drive to their neighborhood. It’s out by the Dark Leopards MC. Of course, BJ and Hailey’s dad is a member of their club. It’s such a weird name for a club.
They’re a rowdy bunch from what I hear, but that’s not my scene so I don’t really ever see them in town. I’ve seen them on their bikes as they’ve drove by before, but never pay attention to them.
We pull up in front of their house. The blue slab home looks like it’s seen better days; the grass is long, the bushes are overgrown, and torn up trash bags sit at the curb.
Nerves assail me as we both climb out of Dana’s Jeep. We step onto the sidewalk and I turn to her. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” I say quietly. When I look at the house I notice several motorcycles in the driveway.
“Hey, we’re just two concerned educators looking in on our students who have missed school.” Dana leans in close. “I’ve got mace and a switchblade in my purse if we run into to trouble.”
Oh dear God.
231
Slash
Axl, DoRight, Skull, and me pull into Butch’s driveway. Fuck, this is bad, I think to myself as I look around. How did none of us know that our brother was fucking hurting? The house just feels like a giant ball of depression.
“Fuck,” Axl says from beside me. “Let’s head inside.”
Axl knocks and I stand to his right. The curtain moves and Hailey’s little face appears in the window. She smiles widely at us and then a second later the door opens. “Uncles.” She squeals and runs to me and I scoop her up in my arms. ‘’Did you come to see Daddy? He’s sleeping,” Hailey whispers that last part.
I don’t miss the pungent smell coming from her as I carry her inside. “Fuck,” I hiss.
“That’s a bad word,” Hailey says, making me smile.
“You’re right, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” We step inside and the place is a fucking disaster. There are dirty dishes everywhere and layers of dust. I’m no homemaker, but this is fucking disgusting. BJ comes walking into the living room in clothes that are filthy.
“What’s up dude?” Axl asks him. “Where’s your dad?”
“He’s in his room, drunk…again.”
Axl turns to me and I give him a chin lift. I call my sister and Vicktoria to come over, bringing some of the old ladies to get this place cleaned up and the kids bathed. Axl disappears down the hall—going to wake Butch the fuck up.
This is not what I wanted to be doing today—what I wanted was a wet, tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
It takes three hours for the women to clean the house, get laundry going, and bathe the kids. Axl and I have been sitting out back with Butch while he attempted to sober up. His old lady took off three weeks ago with her boyfriend and he hasn’t heard from her since.
This is why I hope I never find my fucking mate. Butch is worthless to these kids right now. “Man, you have to get your shit together.” Axl stares down at the other man.
“I know—I know I need to do better, but, man, she left us. What am I supposed to do with the kids?” Butch looks between both of us. “Laura did everything.”
Axl grabs Butch by his shirt, pulling him up out of his chair. “You feed them, bathe them, make sure they don’t live in filth, and get them to fucking school. This could draw attention to the club that we don’t want.”
That’s all we need is for authorities to show up asking questions…I smell something in the air, it’s like strawberries. I’m pulled toward the back door and I let myself back into the house. The scent is stronger the moment I step inside; I feel it in my gut.
An unfamiliar feminine voice pulls me into the living room. The moment her pale blue eyes meet mine I swear it’s like I’ve been kicked in the fucking gut…fuck me.
“Who are you?” I ask stalking toward her.
She sucks in a breath and backs away as I approach her. Strawberry girl looks to the other woman for help, but she seems to be frozen as well. “No, don’t look at her, you look at me.”
It’s then that this tiny woman comes unstuck. “Excuse me, but you can’t talk to me like that.” Her voice is soft, lyrical, and it warms me all over.
Did I just find my fucking mate? I take a second to look her over; she’s dressed all prim and proper. The girls I’m into usually are wearing a lot less clothing and have bigger tits. This has got to be a mistake.
“Ms. Jones.” Hailey comes running into the room, looking a hell of a lot better, followed by Ava and Vicktoria. She runs over to this mysterious woman, wrapping her arms around her tiny waist. “Did you miss me?”
She squats down in front of Hailey and the smile she gives her is bright, wide and fucking beautiful. “I did, sweet girl. You haven’t been in school all week and I was starting to worry about
