Curse pushed some of her hair off her shoulder. “Baby, the one thing you can fucking guarantee, I will never hurt you. I will protect and love you for the rest of my natural born fucking life.”
He tugged her head down and claimed her lips. Moaning, Mia finally felt alive. For so long she’d been dying inside from what happened. Curse loved her and made her feel safe to finally be herself. He kissed across her neck to her ear.
“No one will ever find him, Mia. The club and I will always make sure you’re protected.” As he nibbled her ear, she giggled.
“When you two have stopped screwing, could I have my water and pills?” Debra asked, shouting downstairs for them to hear.
Gasping, Mia turned to look at Curse.
“I thought she was asleep. She must have been fibbing.”
“You did that on purpose,” Mia said, slapping his arm.
“I’m a guy. Never trust a horny guy, Mia. He’ll say anything to get you in bed.” Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I’ll remember that for the future.” Her heart was racing, but she couldn’t stop smiling.
Chapter Twelve
Friday
The tension in the club could be felt. Lexie was standing by Devil’s side as Phoebe was with Vincent. Judi and Ripper were missing, and Curse found out that the other man was on babysitting duty. Devil still considered Judi a baby and wouldn’t have her anywhere near the club when problems could occur.
Mia stood beside him. She kept playing with her shirt, tugging on the end and moving from side to side. Her fidgeting didn’t bother him. Curse couldn’t blame her. This Frederick Gonzalez had been given some kind of monster reputation.
Many of the men were playing cards or shooting pool.
“This is horseshit,” Pussy said. “I’m not going to be stressing out about this. Devil, what do you think of the idea of having some prospects around?”
“You’re really going to talk about this now?” Jerry asked.
“Look, before we settled down here we were on the road. I’m not used to being scared. I refuse to be scared of a man who can die from a fucking bullet just like everyone else. We’ve got business of our own. I say we handle that shit before we all drive each other crazy over what could happen.”
Out of all of the men, Pussy didn’t have a filter from his brain to his mouth. Curse recalled all the men they’d ended up fighting because Pussy couldn’t stop talking.
“He’s got a point,” Death said. “We can sit here worrying, or we can do what we do best and consider this a party.”
“Prospects?” Lexie asked. “Do I even want to know?”
“You were a stripper, Lex. You could give us some entertainment.”
Devil grabbed the nearest beer bottle and threw it at Death for his comment.
“Hey, I was being nice. Your woman knew how to dance,” Death said, laughing.
“Stop it, Death, while you still have your cock attached,” Lexie said, snuggling against Devil. With his arms busy holding his woman, he couldn’t start throwing things or hurting others.
Wrapping his own arms around Mia, Curse watched his club. They were a family in their way. They were not perfect, nor were they monsters. Chaos Bleeds lived by their own code, a code of the road and of a brotherhood, similar to The Skulls only not as harsh on the rules.
“Devil,” Snake said. “Three cars have just pulled into the lot. They’re locking the front gates.”
Glancing down at Mia, Curse smiled at his woman.
“Four men are guarding the gates, and several men are coming to the door. I think this is show time,” Snake said.
Jerry moved to the window. “Yep, that’s Frederick.”
“The guy in the suit with the fancy haircut?” Snake said. “He looks more like a businessman than anything else.”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
The doors to the club opened. Two large men entered. Their hands were down their sides, but the tension was easy to see.
Another couple of men entered the club and started to look around the building.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Devil asked.
“They’re checking your place for anyone hoping to kill me,” Frederick said. He had an Italian accent but spoke perfect English and was easily understood.
“Pussy, Death, go and follow them.” Devil sent the two men off to follow the other men.
Watching everything play out, Curse gripped Mia’s shoulder to stop her from moving or catching any of the men’s eyes.
“So, this is the clubhouse of Devil, Chaos Bleeds MC leader. It’s nice, if a little, should I say, clichéd.” Frederick walked over to the bar, whistling. “At least you’re fully stocked on the good stuff. Pour me a whisky, straight. I want the aged stuff, none of the shit people like to serve in crap bars.”