Withstanding Me(47)
“Hey guys what’s up? Oh, who’s the fox?” Piper grins at my son.
“My son.”
“What? Oh, are you fuckin serious?”
“As a heart attack.” I reply.
“Well, you want something to drink? ZZ, you look like you fuckin need it.” She laughs at me. What’s with all this fuckin laughing? This shit ain’t funny. I’m now responsible for two kids. Would have been a third… Fuck, I do need a drink.
“I’ll take one.” Mace grins the Dillan smile at her. FUCK!
“You’re under age,” I growl.
“ZZ, you let Tatiana drink all the fuckin time. Get the stick outta your ass,” Piper taunts.
“Who’s Tatiana?”
“Well, I guess she’s your sister. She’s ZZ’s daughter.”
Leave it to Piper to tell the world every motherfuckin thing.
Piper and Mace start chatting one another up, and I sit back in the booth, place my arm around Storm, and drag her body into mine. I need a calming peace right now, and she’s my fuckin peace. Just when things feel like they’re settling, Winter comes over and gestures for me with a head nod.
“I’ll be right back.” I whisper to Storm and place a kiss on her temple. I can’t kiss her on the lips. I want to devour her every single fuckin time when I do.
I walk up to Winter, and she’s nervously biting on her lip.
“I need you to talk with the brothers. On my prepay that we set up for my cousin…” she trails off, waiting for me to remember what Braxxon informed us about before he left. “He says some of the Russians are my mom’s and some of them are my uncle’s. I have no fuckin clue who is who. Or who we can trust ZZ. My cousin sounded a little fishy, and I don’t think I can trust him anymore.”
“You can’t open the club tonight, darlin.”
“I know.”
“See that kid over there with Piper and Storm?” I nod to our booth.
“Yeah?” She says looking over my shoulder.
“He’s my son.”
“What? You’re shitting me, right? Like this is some fucked up way of making a laugh outta the shit we’re in?” Her mouth drops open when she takes a look at my serious face. “Well… I think Sniper might snap if you don’t send him towards another skirt to chase.”
“Right?” I laugh.
It’s only a matter of time before Sniper and Piper realize this shit. They’re like fuckin best friends or some shit. Completely unaware of their attraction towards one another. It’s actually fuckin hilarious.
“So… the Russians?” She’s nervous, and she’s never fucking nervous.
“Call your husband; tell his ass to hurry the fuck back. We need him here. I’ll handle the brothers. I’ll go talk with them now.”
I start to walk away when I remember something. “Where’s Ma?”
“Uh…”
FUCK!
“What now?” It can’t be bad, right? Too much fuckin shit goin on for more bad.
“James is cookin her dinner…”
Well that’s fuckin sweet.
“Awesome.” And I mean it. Ma doesn’t need to be sad for the rest of her life. And James will keep her busy. She loves takin care of men.
“Wait, you’re not mad?” Winter laughs.
“No, why the fuck would I be mad?”
She cocks her hand on her hip like she always does when she’s losing her patience with us, and I find it extra fuckin hilarious.
“Because she’s your ma…?”
I roll my eyes and walk away. “She deserves to be fuckin happy,” I toss over my shoulder.
I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, grabbing her attention from my son and Piper.
“I gotta go babe. Can you call Tatiana and introduce them two? I know it’s fucked up and I should be here, but we got word about the cockroaches in town.”
I hope she gets it because I don’t wanna say too much in front of Mace. Not yet.
“I can do that for you.” She smiles up at me. Fuck… wish those lips were wrapped around my cock again. Dammit, stay focused.
“Yeah?” I kneel down to the edge of the booth.
“Anything for you.”
That shit does stuff to me. A woman who will do anything for me. Yeah, that fuckin tugs on somethin, what that somethin is, I don’t know yet.
“Keep them two apart, yeah?” I motion with my fingers at Mace and Piper. I don’t need Sniper getting jealous and shit. The motherfucker is scary with a gun, and I don’t need him pointin one at my son.
"Uh…," she says flicking her eyes.
I groan, and looking over my shoulder, I see Sniper coming our way. When the fuck did he get here?