“What don’t I have? They’re some sick fuckers, but can you give me a day to finish getting everything together? I want to get Gadget and Keys on this, see if either of them can find something. I’ve already got Cy looking into things,” Nerd states.
The fact he is bringing in three of the best hackers I’ve ever met can only mean one thing. Between Gadget and Nerd, they can do a lot of shit, but adding in Keys from Hammer’s club and Cy from Blow’s charter out in Tennessee, yeah, this shit is goin’ to be fucked. “Yeah, we’ll reconvene tomorrow at noon. Party’s still on for tonight. Enjoy yourselves, brothers,” I say before banging my fist on the table.
I’m in need of one or two things right now, either someone to fight with or to fuck. Both would be great, but I’m willing to take one or the other.
As everyone stands to leave, I stay in my seat and glance over at Tracker. “No disrespect, Prez, but I’ve gotta say my piece,” he mutters.
“What’s that?” I ask, leaning back in my seat.
“Rachel’s my cousin. I might have screwed up where she’s concerned by not keeping an eye on her while she was away. But I figured she’d be safe away from her mom. What I’m trying to say is I know you, Prez, and I won’t let you hurt her,” he says.
“You think I’d hurt a woman?” I demand.
“Not physically, but emotionally, you could break her. See, I know something you don’t, and Rachel can deny it all she wants, but before she left for college, she had a major crush on you,” he admits.
I can’t help but stare at him. “She was no more than a kid back then,” I say.
“Maybe so but doesn’t stop the fact she did,” he states before getting up. “All I’m saying is don’t crush her the way you’ve been. I know you think all women are conniving bitches and stab you in the back. But none of them are Rachel.” With that, he walks out of the room.
Running a hand through my hair, I release an exasperating breath as I think of Tracker’s words. Letting them play on repeat in my head, my thoughts turn darker by the second. I’ve never in my life hurt a woman physically. Emotionally, who the hell knows. Women are strange when it comes to that shit. One minute, they’ll say one thing, and then the next, they’re doing something completely opposite of what they said.
Marie said she wanted to keep our baby when we found out she was pregnant, yet the insufferable woman changed her mind later on and decided she didn’t want to be strapped down with a kid.
Then there was the shit Boss pulled, wanting an alliance with us. But then she went behind my back to find out information— information I would have helped her get had she been honest with me. I know we didn’t really get along, but allies are supposed to work together, not stab the other in the back.
I shake my head, not wanting to think of either of those women right now. I need to figure out what I’m goin’ to do with the one that’s in my bed right now. A woman who used to have a crush on me when she was nothing more than a kid according to my VP.
Shit, Rachel is younger than my son. How fucked up am I to claim her? Even if I claimed her as my property. She’s half my age.
I can’t keep sitting here debating this with myself. Not when I have other things to do. Like getting my dick wet. Getting out of my chair, I walk out of church and into the main room. Glancing around the room, I search to figure out which of the clubwhores will be it for what I want right now, but none of them look appealing to me.
Hell, my dick doesn’t even twitch at the sight of Cherry Pie’s pussy being on display as Peaches sucks her tits.
What the fuck is goin’ on with me?
6
Rachel
“If you think I’m gonna stay in this room with you, you can shove that thought right up your ass,” I snap the moment Stoney walks into his bedroom. Ever since he and everyone else left the room earlier, leaving me alone with my children, I’ve been fuming. Who did he think he was claiming me as property like I’m some sort of a toy on the playground he could take as his own.
Yeah, nope, not happening. My own mom tried that thinking I was something she could merely trade away. I won’t be used that way by anyone. Nor will I allow my emotions to cloud my judgment. Not again. Doesn’t matter if it’s Stoney or Chris Hemsworth— I will not be treated like a possession.
“What did I tell you about that smartass mouth of yours?” he growls, narrowing his eyes on me.
“You’re not going to do a damn thing to me,” I mutter, holding his gaze.
Stoney breaks the staring contest we were having first. Following his line of sight, I realize he was staring at the two babies lying in front of me, who are now sleeping. When he’d opened his bedroom door, I’d just finished feeding both Luca and Corinne. “How old are they?” he asks.
“They’re ten weeks old,” I say, smiling down at my sleeping babies.
He nods his head while slowly trailing his gaze back up to meet my own. I open my mouth to continue my argument with him when he
