handled.
Walkin’ into the bathroom I do my thing and hear my girls in Lil Bit’s room. I walk in as Kori is puttin’ the last of her clothes on for the day.
“Gotta get to church, love you both,” I say as I’m headin’ out and to the main room of the clubhouse to meet with the brothers before we head to our meetin’.
“Love you too babe” and “love you Daddy” was yelled in unison. I can’t help the smile that forms on my face.
Chapter 11
~ Tic
Goin’ into this meetin’ I can’t help but think of everythin’ Kori laid out for me last night—her dad is gonna die, he’s gonna die by my hands and my hands alone. I need my club to help me come up with a tactic. One that will ensure I get close enough to get my hands on that evil son-of-a-bitch. One that will change our status to an outlaw club. I’m layin’ claim to a blood oath—one to ensure I either have my club’s backin’, or I become a nomad. I love my brothers, love the brotherhood. I, however, have no issue becomin’ a one-man show, if that’s what it takes to protect what’s mine . Kori and Lil’ Bit are that, they’re mine.
This is do or die time. I have no issue layin’ my life down for my girls or my club. The thought of me havin’ to go nomad hurts, I’d feel that loss down deep in my bones. For my girls, for my family, I’d take that hit. There is nothin’ in this universe that will stop me from takin’ care of them, keep them safe. Even if I have to bite the bullet and leave my brothers. I’ve lost enough years and time with my girls. The worst thing for me losin’ my club status, would be the protection they’d give my girls, my family if I was to die takin’ out the threat that is threatenin’ to destroy my soul by takin’ away the only reason I breathe air into my lungs. Now that I’ve got them in my life, there’s no turnin’ back, no reason to have oxygen penetrate my lungs if they’re not here for every single part of my life.
I sit in our meetin’ room lost in my thoughts when I am brought out of the fog in my head and hear King bang his huge fist onto the table announcin’ the start to our first order of business. This part of the meetin’ bores the shit outta me. Numbers and tallies, who cares. I’m ready for the order of business where I can speak my piece. I’m paid up on my dues as are all the brothers. We don’t play that shit, that’s what Ghost, Justice and I are here for. We’ll knock your head around and loosen the stupidity if you think you’re not takin’ care of your keep. We aren’t a charity here, we’ll support you, but you’ve gotta put in the dough like the rest of us.
Once the borin’ part is done we get down to business. I take an interest in Wasps’ story of his wedding to Ashton. We know it’s not an order of business, but damn, those two have been put through the wringer. Twenty years’ worth! Yet they still found their way back together thanks to Kid’s sister Skylar and her ability to make the best of friends with Riley and Sadie. Wasp not only found his kidnapped wife, but also found his daughter plus one. He never knew Ashton was pregnant with Sadie when she was taken by his stupid as fuck brother, Justin. That’s an asshole I’m glad has been put to ground. Instead of trustin’ in his brother, he became a pussy and acted on the orders of several different parties.
Ones we took care of, we made them all suffer and put them to ground as well, and will continue to take out any threat to those women. I’ll be damned if anyone messes with those three. Especially Riley and Sadie, they’ve become like sisters to me. Riley is more like a best friend of sorts. I can tell her anythin’ and no one will ever get it out of her unless I give her my say so. She never judges or asks for a damn thing in return. She and Kid have become my support through this whole ordeal with Kori. In a way,