“Don’t fucking do that…ever again.” Pushing her out of the way, I walk up to Kalie.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were going to be here today,” I say, studying her eyes and face. She looks at me like I have three heads.
“Why would you need to know Ade? It’s fine, go back to what you were doing. I’m just going to order a drink and wait for Chucky’s bride.”
She turns her back to me and walks away to the bar with Travis on her tail. I grab Trav’s cut and pull him to me.
“Fuck off! Stay the fuck away from her.” Travis looks between Kalie and I confused.
Harvey stands from the table. “Trav, that’s Kalie.”
With that simple statement, I watch understanding set into Travis’ eyes. Good. I won’t need to kill the little fuck.
Travis looks at me, then looks back to her again. “Sorry bro, didn’t know.”
Ignoring him I make my way to the bar with her, pulling out a seat and ordering another drink. She looks at me from the corner of her eye.
“Go back to your whore, Aidan.”
Laughing at her, I run my tongue over my bottom lip and see her eyes follow my movements. Something tells me, her sweet little pussy still aches for my cock.
“What if she’s not my whore? What if she’s my old lady?” I ask her, just to work her up.
“What? Your mother? Yeah, that’s clearly not the case,” she states rolling her eyes as she brings her glass to her lips.
I laugh, loudly. I’d forgotten that she doesn’t have a clue about our way of life. An old lady is higher than a ‘wife’ in our world. When you’re crowned an old lady by one of the brothers, you hold all the power over them. They are the highest rank that any women can gain with one of the brothers. It’s not to be taken lightly, and if something goes down? We, as an MC will kill for them, lay our lives down for any of the old ladies. They hold a deep level of respect in the MC community. In saying that, Gretchen is no fucking way an old lady, especially not fucking mine.
“What? No. In your way of understanding, my wife?”
I see her whole body still and she pales. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Ade. I didn’t mean that, I’m going to go.” She pulls back off her seat and dashes out the door so fucking fast that I can’t catch her in time.
I stand and make my way out the door watching. She glances at me briefly before sliding into her car. Gretchen comes up to me, and wraps her hand around my arm, just in time for Kalie to see us together. I push Gretchen away and walk toward her car, but she reverses quickly and pulls out, driving off down the road. Gretchen moves to me again, placing her hand on my back.
“Get your fucking hands off me, Gretchen. You need to get the fuck back into that whore zone you’re trying to escape from.”
She huffs and drops her arms to the side. “Why are you so mean, Ade? And who was that?”
Swinging the door open I walk back to the bar where Vicky is now standing with her hands on her hips.
“What the fuck did you do to my bridesmaid, Ade Nixon,” she seethes.
I keep walking out the back door to the yard, slamming the door shut behind me. A few moments later, I hear the door open and Zane walks out.
“What’s with Kalie, brother? Whenever she’s around, she has you all worked up.”
I shake my head. “Fucked if I know. Keep me busy.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You sure?”
I nod my head, looking out to the large yard in front of me. It’s only used for family events. It’s equipped with everything including a playground and a bonfire.
“All right then.” He pulls out a yellow folder from under his cut, passing it to me.
Placing my drink down in front of me I pull out a simple paper that has a photo of a man, a name, and his whereabouts.
“This from the Confederation of Assassins?” I ask, looking up at him.
He shakes his head, placing his hands in his pocket. “Was a personal request, from a reliable and safe source.”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t usually do personal requests.”
“I know. Felix handed it to me.”
“Felix? He wants me to do his dirty work?”
“Nah, it’s not for him. He said it was a request from a trusted friend.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You trust this?”
“He’s a brother. We are to trust him, even if something feels off.”
I nod my head again, picking up my drink and downing the rest. “Be back soon.”
Pulling up to the bar where my new target is supposed to be, I shift on my seat. This is how I pay my way and it’s how I’ve managed to have a large chunk of cash under me. All the rest of the brothers have actual investments, not me, though, I’d rather do this. Ending someone’s life is much easier than running a business. Fuck that!