“How much is this gonna cost?” I ask while looking at these plans. I admit they’re badass. Winter snaps her fingers to gain my attention to hers.
“Money is nothing; family is everything,” she says. Well fuck if that doesn’t get my vote when she puts it that way.
“Votes,” Braxxon says. And the brothers all put in their votes with no hesitation.
“Alright I got phone calls to make to get this shit rollin’. Thanks babes,” Winter says before kissing Braxxon and taking her copy of the plans with her. She stops at the door. “Plans get locked into the safe before y’all leave this room,” she points.
“Yes Angel,” Braxxon coos. She’s got him by his balls.
When the door shuts behind Winter, the look on Braxxon face goes from lovey dovey shit to the scary motherfucker that most fear.
“Angel has plans to take our family to the next level. Nothing’s detouring her; her side of the business is all legit. We do the illegal shit, but keep my baby outta it. I want her name to stay clear. So if she needs help or does something illegal, make it so that she gets no blowback. Understand?”
The room nods, as do I.
“She’s tearing down Burgers and Fries,” Hammer grumbles causing the room to erupt into an uproar of laughter.
The room settles after a few minutes and shit gets serious again.
“Travis has his eyes set on our Tatiana. Shadow caught her out to lunch with him just an hour ago. He wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t even know he was president of an MC. The little bastard is up to something and he’s got one of ours in his sights. Pyro sober the fuck up, get a hold of Juan, and see what you can find out. It’s time you step back into your VP shoes bro. Enough is enough. Winter was her best friend, her sister and she’s moving on protecting the ones we still have. I expect you to do the same fucking thing.”
Pyro nods and scoots the bottle of whiskey away. It’s about fucking time.
“We already own most of Jamaica, Nevada. It’s time we take the rest of it too,” Braxxon says before slamming down the gavel dismissing us.
Chapter Three
Cross POV
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The only time I wish I were the VP of Breakneck is right now. The shit Pyro is taking care of involves my daughter, and I’m stuck waiting on what he finds out from Juan. I’m in no fucking mood to play around, so when I walk into Club Sated to get my eye fuck fix, I see red when I see Mira arguing with Storm. I hate that bitch! What mother wants nothing to do with her daughter? The bitch was good for only one thing, giving me my daughter.
As I reach the heated women, I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, and she shakes me off. Jesus!
“What’s happenin’ here?” I smirk, crossing my arms.
“Your bitch of a baby momma wants a job, and I said fuck no. I’ll discriminate all I want against a piece of shit mother,” Storm seethes.
Storm has momma issues as well, but what she says is true. Mira is a piece of shit mother. Her womb was the only good thing that came to our relationship.
“Mira… you have literally five fucking seconds before I have the bodyguards escort you out.” I stand up straight and nod. Two of the guards come strolling up. “Take this bitch and don’t let her back in.”
“Mason Allen Dillan, you can’t fucking do this! I’m the mother of your daughter,” Mira screams and I groan with her using my given name.
I strut over to where the bodyguards are doing their best at holding her back; I grab her cheeks tight enough to warn her. I’m not gonna hit the bitch, but damn if she doesn’t make me wanna go against my beliefs. Where’s Braxxon when you need him? “My given name does not come outta that nasty mouth nor does my road name,” I growl. “Get her the fuck outta here!”
“Mason. Allen. Dillan,” Storm tests my given name out slowly. “I like it.”
My pants grow tighter with her sweet voice whispering my name. I slowly turn around and walk back to her, gently grasping her cheeks and forcing her eyes to look into mine.
“Tell me yours baby,” I say seductively, my lips just a whisper away from hers.
“No,” she taunts back.
I roll my eyes. She’s always withstanding me, and I fucking hate that she’s the only female that doesn’t swoon over my tactics. I’ve never had to deal with this shit before and hell if I like it.
I let my breath roll down the side of her neck causing her to shiver. Fuck, finally some headway. I take my free hand and run it up her smooth delicate arm.
“Name sweetness?”
“Ya’ll laugh,” she says truthfully with a look in her eyes that tells me it’s just as bad as she’s making it out to be.