Mayhem (Deathstalkers MC #5)(53)
"What can I say, I love this part!" She laughs. "You giving it to her now? I heard some of the brothers from the Dark Knights will be staying here tonight because they're on a long run. T asked me to make extra food so they can eat when they get in. Now, I guess there will be a party, too." She winks at me, opening the box for me to remove Jaz's patch.
"I'm giving it to her now. If we have another club coming here, she'll need it." All girls in the house are up for grabs unless they have a property patch. The club girls know that being here means that they agree to service all brothers so they really don't have the option to deny one, but an old lady is off-limits. There are certain things that are held sacred in an MC. Leaving another man's old lady alone is a hard and fast rule, and one that's rarely broken. I say a silent thank you that this got here in time for Jaz to wear it.
I can tell when she walks into the room. It's almost like my body is so connected to her that I don't even need to see her to know that she's close. I hold the jacket behind my back and turn toward the stairs. Even with as many people here as there are, as she walks down the steps, I see my brothers' eyes following her. It pisses me off, but I get a sense of pride at the same time.
They want what you have, I think to myself, and they'll never fucking get it.
"Hey, you weren't kidding when you said it'd be busy down here." She smiles and then looks behind me at Lucy. "Hey." Lucy is wearing one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen. It's a good job I wasn't hoping to keep this a secret because Lucy would have given the fucking game away. Jaz looks between us. "What's going on?"
"I got something for you." I cock my eyebrow and enjoy the way her cheeks redden. I pull the jacket out from behind me and the smile on her face grows as she realizes what it is. "I ordered it a few days ago and put a rush on it."
Her hand runs over the leather and the patches that let everyone know she's mine.
Part of me wonders if this is playing with her head, given her history, but when she looks up at me her eyes flooded with unshed tears and a look of happiness on her face, I push all those worries away. She turns around and I hold the jacket up for her to slip on. She turns toward me, tugging on the lapels, making it sit perfectly. I want to drive her around town just to show her off, to let everyone know that she's mine now. "You look gorgeous."
She smiles as she brushes her hair behind her ear.
"Tonight the club will throw us a party and I'll get to show you off. Until then, I have church." I give her a quick kiss and walk away before I don't have the strength to.
I walk toward the back room knowing that Jaz will fit in here. She has everything inside of her that she never knew was there.
She's an old lady now.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jaz
The air is thick from the amount of people filling the club. Conversations mesh together, the noise almost a bit overpowering.
When Cutter said the club liked to party, he wasn't kidding. The music is blasting, everyone has a drink in their hand, and I've already seen people doing things that might just scar me for life.
Life feels pretty great at the moment; then again, that could be due to the few drinks Izzy and Nikki convinced me to have. I sit down on the stool behind me. If I stay still long enough, maybe the room will stop spinning.
"I leave my girl alone with you two for a little bit and you already have her wasted."
A pair of arms wrap around my waist and I lean back against Cutter, the warmth from his body seeping into mine through the thin material of my shirt. It's another of the new things Lucy bought me and it fits me like a glove.
"I'm fine, I just need to get off this merry-go-round." I try to jump off the stool, my hand grasping at the bar when I wobble on my heels. Luckily, Cutter catches me before I fall and embarrass myself. His laugh rumbles in his chest.
"I'm thinking you're all partied out. Besides, it's getting late. You don't want to be down here once things start getting wild." He bends down and with an arm around my back and another under my knees, picks me up and heads for the stairs.
"Wild? Hmm, I want to get wild with you."
He chuckles, his nose running the length of mine. "That might just be the best proposition I got all night."
"The best? Who else propositioned you?" I try to squirm out of his arms and it's a good job he's strong because the alcohol has given me strength I didn't know I had.
"Calm down there, slugger. I didn't mean it literally."