“Wait until your time comes, Bear,” I advise him as I watch my woman steadily walk Mercy away by the hair of her head. You can see her scalp pull from where it’s attached to her head as Star frog marches her away. She’s spouting out words I can’t hear, but I’m a happy man that she’s laying claim to me.
I hear a huff and look down only to see Ella sending a disapproving look up at me. She’s irritated and it takes all of my willpower not to laugh at her. “If my lips can’t touch another boy, you can’t touch another girl!” She stomps her foot in emphasis. “Only me and my momma! Understand?”
“Yeah, Shamus, do you understand?” Tyson ribs me.
“Loud and clear, princess,” I indulge her, hiding my predominate smile behind my hand. No need to make her feel as if I’m making fun of her in any way.
“Good. I’m gonna go play now, okay?”
“Okay, baby girl.”
“Be good.” She points an accusatory finger at me before twirling around and heading over to the sandbox. She’s careful about stepping inside of it, being cautious about not getting herself nor her clothes dirty. Something I’m gonna have to break her from. Kids are meant to be dirty, it’s the best part of childhood.
“Seems like you’ve got yourself an admirer,” Kruger pronounces.
“Yep, sure do, and I couldn’t be any happier about it,” I conclude.
“Welcome to the club,” Gunner states.
“What club would that be?” I inquire with a raised brow.
“Fatherhood,” Kruger expresses with pride.
“No better club to be a part of if you were to ask me,” I happily reply.
Once Star showed her authority to the bunnies, they’ve been avoiding me like the plague. I didn’t realize how freeing it’d feel to not have one or another continually groping me and vying for my attention. It always felt a little stifling, but I hadn’t realized to what extent until I could just sit back and chill with my brothers. Feeling eyes on me, expecting it to be coming from Star, color me surprised when I notice it’s Ella.
“Dude, she’s like a mini guard dog,” Kruger laughs out loud.
“She’s a cock blocker, remind me to not let her get attached to me or I’ll never get my dick wet again,” Polo says with mirth attached to his words.
“Except for these times that the bunnies are overzealous, then it’d be a good thing to have her at your side,” Blaze states. “I could play that card to my advantage.”
“Dude, don’t use my little girl like that.” I playfully shove him when saying this.
“Think about it, if we train her right she could be either a magnet or repellant when we need her to be,” Bull insists.
“There’s something wrong with y’all. You should be big boys and get your women on your own without that angelic smile helping you reel them in. And as for repelling them, do you not know the word no? It’s easy… N. O.”
“That word alone doesn’t always work when a woman lays her eyes on this cut,” Texas disgustingly spits out, his hand rubbing down the front of his leather. “They see nothing but power and money.”
“And a big, fat dick,” Stinger guffaws.
“Then you’ve been meeting the wrong women,” Star states as she hugs me from the side. I place my empty arm over her shoulder and tug her deeper into my body. She feels good here, this spot was meant to be hers.
“You gonna show these yahoos what types of women they should be looking for?” I ask her.
“Don’t have to. They’ve got the perfect examples all around them.” She points her finger to where Charlee, Cameron and Stella are all sitting. “There are no better women than them to use as a guideline. Especially for the lifestyle you’ve all chosen to live.”
“Those women are all taken and I don’t think there are many out there like them,” Bull interjects.
“Oh, they’re out there. You just need to be looking in the right places,” Star announces. “When you’re least expecting her to come into your lives, that’s when she’ll show up.”
“If only it were so simple,” Tyson mumbles.
“It’ll happen. You just need to learn patience and look for the forever girl instead passing time by with the one-night stands. Those are the girls you need to avoid,” Star advises. “Those are your cut chasers.”
“Cut chaser?” Polo inquires.
“Yeah, those bitches who want to use you for the empowerment and protection a club will bring them and their loved ones. They see a cut on a man and they chase. Cut chasers.” She shrugs her shoulders, but it’s logical and makes perfect sense to me.
“Steaks are up!” Romeo bellows causing us to all abandon our stationary places conversing and head over to grab our chow.
Star
I may have overreacted earlier this evening with that Mercy bitch. I was a tad bit annoyed with her putting her slutty paws all over my man, but what ended up setting me off in the long run, was the look of utter devastation on my daughter’s face. My protective instincts kicked off, and I couldn’t hold myself back.
Kids are great detectors for people, and my Ella has never acted the way she did this evening, so my radar went off and I jumped into action. The women were all encouraging me by shouting out words to let me know they not only understood, but had my back. The men’s faces are what shocked me the most, they wore a look of pride; something I haven’t seen aimed at me for as far back as I can remember.
I’ve experienced men’s hunger aimed my way, but support of me, and my actions, has been a thing long forgotten from my past. Something I didn’t realize I’d missed for the years I was held in captivity.
Until now.
They helped me feel invincible and unfortunately that poor bunny got the brunt of my wrath. Could I have probably taken care of that issue with my words
