I start to walk down the hallway, but stop when I notice Rum just standing there, staring into Preach’s room. “Hurry the fuck up. He’s bleeding like a stuck pig. I just want him to hurt, not die.”
A few minutes later, I’m sliding back into bed with Jenna. I barely get under the covers before she says, “You didn’t kill him did you?”
I chuckle as I throw my arm around her. “Nah, just taught him a lesson.”
“I don’t think he knows about the baby, so I don’t know if the lesson was needed just yet.”
I give her a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, baby it was. When a man hurts a good woman, he pays for it.”
I feel her body tighten, and I know where her thoughts have gone. “Yeah, I took an ass whooping for what I did to you. Actually, I took two.”
“Who?”
I tuck her head under my chin. “Chipper, but quite a few of other brothers let me know if I hadn’t been there VP at the time, they would have kicked my ass too.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
I feel her wiggle into me, trying to meld her body to mine. “I’m not sorry you had your ass kicked. You deserved that, but I am sorry I wouldn’t talk to you after that night. If I would’ve just listened to you, instead of being such a bitch, we wouldn’t have lost the last six years. Those six years are what I’m sorry about.”
I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain. No matter what she says, this shit is my fault. Not only did I break her heart six years ago, I also flaunted my shit around the club. Knowing my girl, she was probably pissed as hell when she saw me with the club girls. “You didn’t do it. I did, and I don’t want to ever hear you say you’re sorry again.”
“I’ll say whatever in the hell I want.”
I blow out a frustrated breath, causing her hair to tickle my chin. “If you try to fight with me over this, I will tan your ass.”
“Sounds fun, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow night. I’m too sleepy to play right now.”
“Night, baby girl,” I say with a chuckle.
She giggles then yawns as her body starts to go slack. “Love you, Kidd.”
“Love you too.”
CHAPTERTwenty-Four
Kidd
I pull on my cut and look towards the bed. “What do you got planned for the day?”
Jenna sits up, stretching her arms over her head. “I asked Skittles to see if she could find any girls to come in for interviews. She texted me last night while we were at Ink Kings. She’s got three coming in. I’ll still need more, but it’s a start.”
“Where are you gonna do these interviews at?”
She crawls from the bed as she answers. “The Kitty Kat. I’ve done a few at the apartments, but some of the ones I hired bailed their first night. These girls need to know where they’ll be working. They got to understand, it’s not Hooters. It’s a strip club.”
For some reason, the thought of her leaving the club house doesn’t sit right with me today. I haven’t let her go anywhere on her own since I found out about Timmons, but today I don’t want her outside of the club. “Can you do the interviews here?”
“These boys have been pussy deprived for a day, so I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Shit! I should have known she’d argue about this. “Damn it, Jenna. Can you please just do the fuckin’ interviews here?”
A puzzled expression crosses her face “I can, but why?”
I walk over to her and pull her into my arms. “I don’t know, but I need you here today.”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, I just don’t want you leaving clubhouse right now.”
She goes onto her toes and wraps her arms around my neck. “Are you sure nothing happened?”
I lean my head down, placing my forehead against hers. “No, baby girl. I just have to visit the Lords’ clubhouse today, so I’m gonna be out of town. I need to know that you’re okay. If you’re here, I will.”
She pulls back then brushes her lips across mine. “I’ll do them here, Kidd.”
Thank Fuck!
Jenna
I look over to Daisy and roll my eyes. She hides her laugh with a cough and looks back to the brunette sitting in front of us. “So, you took ballet classes when you were in Junior High and you want to strip to your old routine?”