After the first week, Whip, Venom, and Cane went back home when some shit came up and they needed to go deal with it. Doesn’t mean Whip left without making sure his sister was taken care of and demanding regular reports on the situation with Titus and Brielle.
“Didn’t lose her for ten years to lose her again,” he’d grumbled as he climbed on his bike to leave.
“You have my word, Whip. I’m gonna take care of her and the boys,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yeah and you break that promise, that gator of yours will be chewing up your intestines rather than your enemies.” With this I’d chuckled. Evidently, he’d heard what I did to those who fucked with my club and family. “Seriously though, Ryder, don’t let her run away. Know she was trying to protect everyone, but she needs to leave that to everyone else. Brielle seems to think she’s below everyone else. Might not have been around my sister and she hid everything from me. If I hadn’t been fucked up in the head or deployed half the time, I could see the bullshit happenin’ so what happened to her is on me. Should have protected her. Taken her with me when I left for bootcamp. Put her somewhere away from what we had at home.”
“Can’t blame yourself, brother. Look forward not back, she’s here, and I’m not going to let anything touch her ever again. Let Titus come at her. He’ll learn quick not to fuck with me. Been looking for a way to get my hands on him and his uncles for a long fuckin’ time. This is just the topping on the cake that will make sure it happens.” And I meant every last word.
Growing up my sisters weren’t nearly as bad as when they got older. When Tyres and Brakes mom, Irène, met Louis, her and my other sister, Arlene started acting differently. Then when Irène ended up pregnant with my nephews, she became even worse. Arlene was right there with her in both departments. Granted she refused to fess up to who Breaker’s dad is, I have my suspicions.
Breaker, Tyres, and Brake all look too similar t0o be only cousins. I’m betting it’s either Louis or Henry Pelletier but Arlene being the evil bitch she became, refused to tell anyone who the father was. Shit she’d nearly thrown Breaker into the bayou two days after he was born, if it wasn’t for my brother talking her out of it. He’d done his best, until the day he was killed, in taking care of our nephews but in the end both those vindictive bitches did their damage.
Whatever happened to them to cause them to change so drastically, had something to do with those fuckheads and I intend to reap hell on them, if need be. For years those men have stayed away, especially after I shot Louis in the shoulder for putting his hands on Tyres when he was a boy.
Now their family is fuckin’ with mine again. This time possibly unknowingly, but all the same. I refuse to allow them to do anything else to my family.
“You okay, Ryder?” Fury asks as he sits on a stool next to me at the bar in the main room of the clubhouse. From the time we were kids he was my best friend, still is. Him, my brother, Reno, and I grew up together. Our dads having been buddies from their time at war and decided to live near each other. Then when Reno, Fury and I were in our late teens we’d decided to start the Inferno’s Clutch MC. Granted I did go into the military, I was still a member of the club letting my brother and Fury run it with a few of our other trusted brothers. Out of everyone, Fury and I are the only Founding Member’s left due to a war that Delancy started over the fact my brother married his wife. A woman he’d wanted for his own.
Then the sick fucker went and married a woman half his age that continued the war because she couldn’t have the man she wanted, Chains.
Way I see it this world can be one fucked up place if it wants to be.
“Yeah, brother, I’m good. What’s up?” I nod, turning to face him.
“Nothing much, Ela wants to go see Raven and the baby soon,” he grunts, waving a hand up to the prospect working behind the bar.
Over the last three weeks the other thing to happen was Tiny finally stopped working behind the bar due to the doctor telling her to rest more. Meaning Chains pretty much has her either laying or sitting on the bed. Sometimes she was stretched out on the couch in his office, the main room, and a couple times I found her ass planted in a swing Chains ordered for her. Regardless, she was wherever my nephew was unless he was attending to business. Those were the times she was to stay in bed.
“What, not liking the fact Raven’s got a kid?” I chuckle. Fury is one protective father of his kids, his daughter more so than Pitch Black. Granted Pit doesn’t need protecting. Never has. The boy was a brute growing up and turned into one hell of an enforcer. Raven on the other hand, had skills that he helped work on and she along with my niece, Victoria became what he called the Silence of Darkness assassins. The two of those girls could do just about anything without being detected. Now both of them have put that all behind them and have retired to be with their ol’ men.
“Don’t got a problem with her being a mom. In fact, it works for her. What I don’t like is the feeling I get that shit with the biological momma ain’t over with,” Fury grumbles. “Plus, she’s got the other one on the way and I’m not wanting
