I feel bad, I should be helping out as well, seeing as I’m not a resident here. “I’ll help,” I offer.
“You’ll do no such thing,” Kruger calls out from across the room.
“How the hell did he hear me from way over there?” I murmur. We’re not talking loud at all and even though we’re basically in the same room, it’s not like I’m right next to him!
“They all have supersonic hearing,” Charlee whispers. “It’s why we never get away with shit.” She shakes her head as she wraps her elbow with mine. We walk arm and arm together through the main room and enter the kitchen, not an easy feat considering I’m on crutches, but I don’t complain. I’ve missed my girls too much.
As we enter, it’s a version of the shootout at the OK Corral being reenacted. Cameron is standing by the stove, waving a spatula through the air at the bunnies. She has a look of anger and fight plastered on her red face.
“The fuck is going on in here?” Charlee asks as she enters the fray, pushing the girls to the side so she can get to Cameron.
“These sperm buckets think they have some sort of say so when it comes to the men of the club,” Cameron hisses through clenched teeth.
“Oh yeah? How so?” Charlee asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
“According to that one,” she states as she points at a woman who’s all made up wearing the skimpiest clothes I’ve ever seen. Basically, only her nipples and crotch are covered with material… barely. “She thinks that they have a right to say if Stella can stay here or not. She thinks that Stella being here will interfere with her claim she’s laying on Kruger.” My eyes widen in surprise as she says this. What the fuck did I do to this bitch? She can have Kruger; I have no claim on him… even if the thought is like an ice pick stabbing me in the chest.
“Let me tell you something,” Charlee says, as she begins to close in on this woman. I see no good coming from this, so I sneak out of the kitchen and head back into the common room.
Kruger
Country, Gunner and I are on the floor playing with our little ones when Stella comes back in, looking pale and sweating profusely. “What’s wrong?” I worriedly ask her, gaining the attention of my brothers.
“Cameron and Charlee are going toe to toe with the bunnies in the kitchen. It’s getting ugly, Charlee’s ready to take a bitch out,” she announces and the three of us jump up on our feet and head that way.
“Stay with the babies, Stella,” I instruct her as we pass by. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but I have a feeling I want her far away from whatever it is.
The sight before me as I walk behind my brothers and through the door is one I’m not gonna soon forget. Charlee has Janella in a headlock with one arm, with her other hand she has Kaleigh by the roots of her hair and is spitting words into her face. Cameron, well, that’s what surprises me the most. I’ve always known she was a spitfire, but I’ve never witnessed her in action. She has Daisy on the floor and is straddling her, beating her face; it’s a bloody mess. Mercy is huddled under the kitchen table, trying to hide from the fiasco. She’s in a tight ball, only her eyes are visible as she huddles in on herself.
“You all realize, Daisy may need facial reconstruction after Cameron’s done with her?” I state. We men have learned to not interfere when the women are putting the beat down on the bunnies… usually they bring it on themselves. “What do you think the bunnies did this time?”
“The bitches never learn to keep their traps shut, there’s no telling what they were running their mouths about this time,” Country states, never taking his eyes off Charlee. He will step in if she loses control at any point in time.
“Mercy, go help Stella with the babies,” Gunner demands of her; out of all of them, she’s the most respectful to the old ladies. They accept her, have never had any problems with her, so she’s the one we let assist them whenever it’s needed. Mercy crawls her way out the door, once she makes her way out, she stands up and disappears from our sight. I watch as Janella’s eyes roll back in her head and her body goes limp. Once Charlee loses her hold on her, she just lets her drop to the floor. Then all of her concentration focuses on Kaleigh.
“Do ya think we should stop this before we have to call in emergency services and have to deal with the fucking cops?” I ask, thinking that with everything going on with the club, that’s the last thing we need.
“Those bitches aren’t getting more than Tylenol. If they don’t like it, they can fucking leave. They needed to learn the hard way apparently. Hopefully this is a wakeup call for the three of them.” Gunner says as he casually leans against the wall and watches as Cameron begins to lose her steam. “Besides, they’re dying down anyways. Won’t be much longer now.”
True to Gun’s words, the girls died out and we had the prospects carry them off to their rooms. Gun gave them explicit instructions to make sure they had over the counter meds, but that they needed to be up by noon and get their chores done. We take care of them one-hundred fucking percent. We buy all of their clothing, food, doctors, cars, and woman supplies and in return, they’re to keep the clubhouse clean and help with prepping meals.
The old ladies aren’t always willing to share the kitchen with the bunnies, but it’s part of their keep. We aren’t expecting them to become friends or anything, but they need to learn to accept each other’s roles and positions in the club. It’s the only way this shit will work.
Stella went with Charlee and Cameron while they’re cleaning themselves up. When they left the kitchen earlier, we were informed if we wanted to eat, to grab ourselves a bowl of cereal. Seems they’re gonna protest the bunnies… once a-fucking-gain.
9
Stella
“Seems the new girls aren’t any better than the last round of women the club had,” I state as I pour peroxide over Charlee’s knuckles.
“Fuck, that shit stings,” Charlee hisses as she watches the bubbles form on her broken skin. “And no, those bitches get possessive and think they run the show around here because they spread their legs willingly for the brothers. Fucking skanks.”
“As long as they don’t try to spread ‘em for Gunner, they’ll live. But I swear, one of those bitches even tries to entice him, and I’ll be behind bars.” Cameron is still pissed, being that she’s the old lady of the president, they shouldn’t even try to get on her bad side. She has a lot more pull around here than the rest of us. Gunner would do anything to ensure her happiness… and right now, she’s anything but.
“You can’t turn you back for even a second with those sluts around,” Charlee states. Her fists form and I can tell she’s getting riled up and ready to go after them again.
“Is it me, or is bunnies too cute of a term for those women?” I ask, steadily trying to doctor Charlee’s hands. “They should be called sperm dumpsters or something like that.”
“Yeah, they definitely aren’t cute. I hate those bitches. I understand their purpose for the single men of the club, but they’re getting too damn big for their britches.” Cameron is huffing and puffing as she bandages her hands. She wasn’t in the mood to have me assist her, she shooed me away and sent me Charlee’s way. Fixing her up isn’t as easy as it sounds with my own injuries and brace, but I’m steadily trying. There’s not much I can do to help out around here, but this, this I can do.
We spend the morning hiding away in Country and Charlee’s room. The men are on baby duty as we watch movies and trash talk the bunnies. By the time the men get fed up with our disappearance, they come barging into the room, babies in tow, and grab each of us by our hands as they take us out to join the rest of the club. Cameron’s drilling holes in the back of Gunner’s head as he leads her away. “We need to talk about those bitches, Gun,” she initiates as he steadily leads her away without saying a word in response. Instead of heading into the common room, we’re led into Gunner’s office. As the door shuts behind us, I can’t help but feel as if we’re heading into the principal's office for a reprimand.
“Those bitches need to learn their place,” Cam hisses as she turns her head around so she can see Gunner while she speaks.
“We all understand that. But in order for me to give out their punishments, I need to know exactly what took place.” Gunner tries to placate Cameron with his words softly spoken to her.
“They started talking shit about Stella, not giving a care in the least that I was in the room. They were trying to come up with ways to get rid of her and Jaggar.” As soon as those words leave her mouth, Kruger growls out a low, angry, predatory sound. I can feel his chest vibrating as he sits next to me. He’s fixing to explode; I don’t have to see his face to know he’s gonna lose it.
“Explain that shit, Cameron. How exactly were they gonna get rid of my son and his mother?” Kruger demands. Feeling as if he needs something to ground him, I turn and gently place Jaggar in his arms. Gunner gives me a nod of appreciation, because if Kruger goes ballistic, nothing can stop him once he gets going.
Other than his son.
Kruger clutches Jaggar to his chest as his head leans down and he breathes in the baby scent. I can visibly see his shoulders relax as his son soothes his beast.
“Continue, Cam,” Gunner says once he’s satisfied Kruger’s not gonna jump up and do anything rash.
“They were starting to form some sort of plan before I intervened. They were literally going to do everything in their power to make Stella miserable. They said they’d talk about their ‘time’ with Kruger out in the open so she’d overhear and run. Fucking Janella was laying her claim, stating that she needed to get rid of the brat and his mother so that she’d be able to console him and talk him into her bed. To where, she’d poke holes in the condom to ensure she’d get pregnant and tie him to her.”
“That fucking cunt!” Kruger gruffs out through a husky voice that causes shivers to wrack up and down my body. He’s past the point of being angry, he’s fixing to get downright volatile with the woman. I should feel sorry for her, but she brought this shit on herself.
Kruger
I knew that cunt was a no-good bitch, but my brothers waved off my concerns. Now that I know she has a plan to tie herself to me, I want her fucking gone. “She needs to go, Gunner. I can’t have her threatening my family. I haven’t even touched the bitch and she’s already trying to mark me. Ain’t fucking happening!” I roar out the last word causing Jaggar to jump in my arms. I pull him up to my shoulder and pat his back which seems to calm him and he closes his eyes falling back asleep.
“We can’t have these bitches trapping a brother. I’m with Kruger on this one,” Country adds.
“The problem with that, is that one of the others will pick up the plan of hers and execute it. We need to make a damn bold statement to them all,” Gunner says as his fingers run through Cameron’s hair. I can see he’s thinking about a plan that will ensure they know their damn place. But I don’t give a damn, I want Janella gone. I’m tired of her needy, demanding ass.
“We get rid of one bad seed and the others will grow,” I state.
“Yeah, but will it be a good growth or something we’ll need to pluck?” Country muses.
“We need someone who’s actively watching them from this point on. They obviously can’t be trusted,” Gunner implies while the women are strung tight.
“You seriously aren’t talking about bringing another one of those whores into our club,” Charlee seethes.
“Those women are manipulative; how do you know you won’t get another just like them?” Cameron tosses out the question.
“What do you propose? We get rid of the women all together?” Gun asks his old lady.
“Look, we get that they’re here to satisfy the urges of the single men, but they take it to an entirely different level. They think because they spread their legs and open their mouths that they’re entitled to certain liberties. Things have to change, they can’t mark a man then when he finds his woman, they let their claws come out. Something's got to give,” Cameron demands. “I can’t and won’t raise my daughter around women like that.”
“I know I have no room to speak up,” Stella begins. “I’m not an old lady or anything, but what if the women have their own places and only are allowed in the clubhouse for parties? If they have a place on the property, the men will still have access to them whenever needed, but they won’t have a free for all and run ram shod over the old ladies, both present and future.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” I agree with Stella. “We could move in a couple of mobile homes for the bunnies. That way the men can still go to their places to get their needs taken care of but we won’t have them under foot. And Stella?” I say her name, gaining her attention, “you always have a place to speak here. You’re family and the mother of my son. You may not be an old lady, but you belong and will always have a voice.”
“Country, I want you and Curley on the phone finding those women some single wides. We’ll put them in the far west corner of the property. There’s nothing there, so they won’t be seen unless we call on them. Prospects will pick up their cleaning duties here at the clubhouse, but the women still have to earn their keep outside of spreading their legs. That’s something we’ll need to discuss further and come up with a plan of action. For now, we’ll start with getting them out of the clubhouse.” Gunner stands up with Cameron and Hunter in his arms. “In the meantime, I’m gonna take my family to our room for some bonding time.”
“Bonding time my ass,” I tease him. I know what he’s up to. He’s gonna lay Mane down for a nap and own his woman’s body for a couple of hours.
10
Kruger
Later that evening, I find myself in church. Gunner wanted to inform the men about the women’s alleged plan. I say alleged because it’s Cameron’s word, and whereas we all trust her and know she has no reason to lie, we still have to somewhat give the bunnies the benefit of the doubt. Even though I want nothing more than to kick each and every one of them from the club’s property. They’re nothing more than a nuisance in my eyes anyways. They’re more trouble than they’re worth. I feel as if the men should have no problem hitting up the town’s clubs and bars and getting laid on their own.
Lazy asses, the chase is the fun part, when did we forget that thrill?
“Some information came to light today when the bunnies decided they could run their mouths in front of my old lady,” Gunner begins the meeting by saying. “Guess they thought she was no threat to them.”
“Either that, or they thought Cameron would side with them over Stella,” I input my own thoughts.
“Or that,” Gunner agrees. “Seems our misfit bunnies decided that Stella and Jaggar are a threat to them and any claim they’d possibly have over Kruger.”
There’s a lot of what the fucks, and you’ve got to be joking, going around the room.
“All truths, brothers,” Country insists as he scans the room so everyone can see the seriousness of his words. The truth is present on his face and he hides nothing from them as he continues to look each and every one of them in the eyes. “My old lady put a beating on two of them. Cameron took care of one, while the other hid underneath the table. This isn’t false information we’re giving you.”
“So what was their plan?” Master pipes up and asks.
“Well, from what I gather, it’s poking holes in condoms to tie brothers to them for life. In their warped brains, that means they’d be claimed.” When Gunner announces this, the room erupts in angry growls and curses.
“Fucking hell,” Shamus spits out.
“We can’t let this slide!” Blaze bellows out, causing everyone to stop and stare at him. “What’s the plan here, Gunner?”
“Our old ladies are fit to be tied as you can imagine. Stella actually had a great idea, one I intend to follow throug
h on.” When Gunner says this, all eyes turn in my direction. Everyone has been wondering if Stella and I will get our heads out of our asses and make a thing of our family. I’ve given nothing away then, and I’ll give nothing away now. The truth of the matter is, I’m still coming to terms with being a father, everything else will play itself out. And if Stella and I take things to a more serious step, we’ll be the first ones to know, not these assholes.
Am I seriously contemplating a future?
The thought would normally send me out of the room screaming while pulling my hair out of my head by the roots.
Today, for some reason, it settles a part of me that I never thought could be touched.
“Fuck me,” I inadvertently say out loud. Lowering my eyes to the table so no one can see the thoughts displayed on my face, shaking my head because damn, I can’t believe that I’m actually considering this.
“Everything alright, brother?” Gun quietly asks me.
“I’m not sure,” I answer. “We’ll talk about it later.” He nods his head then turns his attention back to the room.
“What was Stella’s suggestion?” Malice breaks the silence by asking.
“Her suggestion was that since we can’t get rid of them all together, that we set aside some acreage in the back west quarter and park some mobile homes. That way they’re not underfoot, but still available for the brothers’ needs.” The brothers take a minute to contemplate that.
Shamus breaks the silence by stating, “That would get them out of the girls’ way, but how does that teach them anything? We are all still at risk of impregnating the scheming bitches.”
“Not if we each start bringing our own stash of condoms,” Texas adds.
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