“You don’t believe in hitting women.”
“You’re right about that, but I don’t see a damn thing wrong with laying you across my lap and smacking that sexy ass of yours a few times,” I say while squeezing her tight little ass. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll like it.”
That flares her temper again, and she tries to pull away for me, but I pull her in closer. “You need to make up your mind up. You can either walk now, or you can be my old lady.”
She looks up at me with the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. “Kidd, I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to leave the club. It’s my whole life, but I don’t think I can be your old lady.”
I lean my head down and place my forehead against hers. “You can do it, Jenna. Please, give us a chance.”
I feel her take a deep breath before replying. “Fine, I’ll be your old lady, but if you pull the same shit as last time, I’ll walk away. I don’t want to leave the club, but I will if I have to. You also need to know that if I catch you fucking any of the other girls around here, I will cut your dick off. I’m not like the other old ladies. I won’t be able to watch you fuckin’ around with the club girls. I don’t share, Kidd. If I’m yours, then you’re mine.”
I know I should be pissed. Hell, I should tell her that it isn’t any of her damn business what I do with my cock, but I kind of like the idea of her claiming my dick as hers. Plus, there’s no fuckin’ way I’m sharing her with anyone else. I’ve done enough of that already. “Same here, baby girl. If I hear about you spreading for anyone other than me, I will kill the bastard. That includes Reese and Timber. I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you, but I will make you pay.”
“Fine,” she says as she pulls her head back from mine. “I get it. I’m your old lady, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have shit to do. I gotta get to The Kitty Kat before those stupid bitches tear the place down.”
I know she’s lying. She’s still got an hour before she’s supposed to be there, but I don’t call her on it. “Speaking of the club, there was an issue with Daisy this morning. Seems she decided to start sticking produce up her snatch, and something got stuck.”
She looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind, and then repeats my words from earlier. “Something got stuck?”
“Yeah, an orange,” I say, letting out a chuckle. “Chipper said Kandy called looking for you. She wanted to know what to do with Daisy.”
“What the hell did she think I could do, reach up there and pull it out? They need to get her ass to the hospital. I gotta go,” she says and starts towards the door.
I step in front of the door, blocking her path. “I’m going to try to make this easy on you. After that shit went down with Roxy, the brothers and I decided there would be no more old ladies running the girls, but I’m gonna make an exception for you. You do too good of a job to take them away from you.
Anger flashes across her face. “Anything else I need to know before I can leave?”
I reach out and grab the back of her head then pull her face towards mine. “Yes.” I say before slamming my mouth down on hers. “Tonight, you’re in my bed.”
Jenna
I watch Kidd walk out of my room after he kisses me, and as soon as my door slams shut, I have the sudden urge to scream. In fact, I would like nothing better than to lay down on my bed and have a screaming fit, but I don’t have time for that shit. I’ve got a life to live, even if it’s not the life I’d originally planned for myself. As soon as that thought passes through my brain, another rolls in, and I realize I just told Kidd that I’d be his old lady. SHIT! What the hell is wrong with me?
Not only did he hurt me, he’s also the biggest horn dog in the whole fucking club. I don’t want my mother’s life. She was nothing but weak and stupid when it came to men. Did I love her? Hell yes, I did. She was my mom and all I had. But really, that woman needed to grow a pair, dig her head out of her ass, and put my father in his place, or better yet, kick his ass to the curb. If she had, maybe she’d still be alive, and Timmons would’ve never gotten his hands on me.
I shake the bad thoughts away, grab my keys, and head over to The Kitty Kat. I barely make it two steps out of my room before Rum stops me to tell me about the situation with Daisy. He thinks it’s funny as hell, and I know it’s just a matter of time before he starts calling her something stupid like ‘produce stand’ or ‘fruit salad’. When you do something idiotic, the club never lets you forget it.