Withstanding Me(3)

“Just until you fall in love with me,” she says seriously.

Love? “I don’t fall in love, baby.”

She slowly backs away smiling. “Oh, but you will and it’ll be with me,” she says with a wink.

Fuck Me.





Chapter Two

ZZ

Six Weeks Later

Fuck if I ain’t pissed off. Since Pyro’s been off on his healing quest shit, I’ve been stuck doing VP shit. Don’t get me wrong, I’d do anything for my brothers. But I’m worn the hell out. Between monitoring gold digging, Tatiana’s college shit, and Ma still grieving over dad’s death, I feel like I’m an eighty-year-old man. I mean for fucks sake, I can’t even get my dick up. Every time I try fucking a woman I see Storm’s face, and it ruins it when I remember I’m about to stick my cock into someone other than her. I don’t know why she just doesn’t put us both outta our fucking misery and just give that pussy up already. I mean a few sweet fucks, and it’ll be over.

“Jesus I need to get laid,” I groan sitting on the couch in the community room watching Bom Bom play on the pole. If I haven’t tapped that shit so many times, it might’ve worked to clear my head of Storm. But Bom Bom’s pussy is old pussy, which makes it boring pussy. She can sure suck a cock though and just when I’m about to order her down to do just that, my damn daughter comes stomping into the clubhouse followed by a very pissed off Shadow.

“Dad call off your brother,” she seethes.

Dammit, I’m not in the mood for this shit. She’s going to kill me, that daughter of mine. Tatiana flops down in front of me. Shadow stands beside the couch with his arms crossed looking like he might burst at any damn moment.

“Baby… I’m not in the mood for any bullshit.”

“Don’t baby me daddy… he’s ruining my damn life!” She screeches.

“Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on without all the damn dramatics? I’ve got a splittin’ headache,” I groan rubbing my temples.

“Get this shit, brother. I was out running club errands when I stop at a stop sign, and I just so happen to look inside that damn ma and pop restaurant and see your daughter dining with none other than Travis,” Shadow says quirking his brow at Tatiana.

“THE FUCK!” I roar standing up. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Son of a bitch.

“Daddy what’s the big deal?” She cries.

“The big deal?” Fuck this day just keeps getting better and better. “The big deal, my fuckin’ irresponsible daughter, is that Travis is the new president for the Gunners!” Jesus Christ, Braxxon is going to kill me. The Gunners are one of our many rival clubs, and the old President raped Winter.

“He wasn’t wearing a cut,” she exclaims. “I didn’t know!”

Motherfucker! He’s set his sights on my daughter. This is the same fucker who said he wanted peace after he took Snake’s position in the club. I knew it wouldn’t be quiet for very long. Looks like Travis is turning into a man just like Snake. A sneaky little bastard.

“Stay the fuck far away from him Tatiana. I ain’t playin’ god dammit! And shit baby, even if he wasn’t our rival, he’s your daddy’s age. Not cool baby girl,” I say trying to calm myself down as her eyes tear up. Breaks my heart making her cry, but damn if she isn’t going to give me a heart attack.

She nods an okay as she wipes a lone tear running down her cheek. I motion for Shadow to follow me into the Chapel outta my daughter’s hearing range.

“Stay on her Shadow. I don’t trust the prospects; she’ll lose them if she wants and take off to god knows where. She’s done it before. I’m trusting you, brother.”

Shadow smirks and nods before walking back out to my daughter. I have so many damn problems with that child right now. First, her and Shadow have this built up bullshit, and I know he’s fighting his attraction towards my daughter because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked. Secondly, my baby is enrolling into business management too, following Storm’s lead.

Instead of going off to college to be a doctor or a nurse, she’s fucking staying here for business management. Thirdly, her mother is back after eighteen years and lastly, now I gotta worry about a fucking rival bein’ interested in my kid. Hell to the god damn no.

I dig out my prepay and quickly dial Braxxon. This shit is too big to put on hold.

“Breaker,” he snaps into the other end of the phone.

“Prez, we gotta fucking problem, brother.”

“Fuck, it doesn’t stay quiet for long. Lemme’ hear it,” he growls.