by LeAnn Ashers
She walks into the house, and I wink at Lane and follow her.
There is no way he is not getting any tonight, because I am not making myself suffer.
Amelia
Tiffany is cuddled into my side, her head lying against my ribs. I am lying against Lane. We’re all cuddled on the couch, surrounded by blankets, watching a movie.
This is the life. These are the moments that will stick with us, more than anything, in later years.
I look down at Tiffany—she is asleep. “I love her, Lane,” I whisper. I smooth her hair out of her face. “She is perfect.”
Lane kisses my cheek. “She loves you too, she told me earlier.”
Tears fill my eyes. She loves me. Lane presses my face into his chest, and I clutch his shirt.
15
Lane
The Next Morning
“Daddy?” Tiffany says from the backseat of my truck. I am taking her to school before I go to the clubhouse.
Amelia is already on her way to work. She is driving my black Range Rover with Wilder following her.
“Tiffany.”
She giggles before it gets quiet, and I look at her in the rearview mirror. I see her looking out the window, all serious. “I wasn’t sleeping last night.” She looks at the back of my head.
“You weren’t?”
“No, I heard Amelia say she loved me...” She trails off.
“She does, Baby, she cares about you a lot.”
“Does that mean she will be my mom?”
Oh fuck me.
What do I say to that?
“Angel, why don’t you ask her? I was going to ask her to marry me, but I wanted to talk to you first.” I pull into the school parking lot and step out of the truck. I open the back door so I can face Tiffany while we have this conversation.
“I would love for you to marry her.” Her face is lit up with happiness.
I guess that settles that then.
“I really like Amelia, she is nice.” Tiffany unbuckles her seatbelt, and I pull her from her seat. I hug her tightly, kissing the top of her head before setting her on the ground.
“I love you, Angel.”
She flashes me her teeth; she is missing a front tooth. “I love you, Daddy.” She hugs me one last time before running up the sidewalk to school.
I was planning on asking Tiffany about marrying Amelia; it shocked the shit out of me when Tiffany asked about Amelia being her mom.
Amelia has come into that role naturally. She does shit for her that moms do, and Tiffany has been eating it up. I tried so fucking hard to be what Tiffany needed, but she is craving a mom and Amelia has been that for her since the moment they met. Amelia picks out her clothes for her, packs her lunches, fixes her hair, comes to all her practices, and makes cookies for her teammates. She has also bought Tiffany clothes.
Tiffany walks into the school, and I step back into the truck.
Time to buy a ring and get a cut made.
Time to make Amelia mine officially. She was the mine the moment I met her, but it’s time to make that shit legal.
I’ve also got a fucker to find. Someone is trying to fuck with Amelia. Her sweet face flashes in my mind. I grip the steering wheel hard, the leather cracking under my fists. That shit isn’t going to fly.
Amelia
“So Wilder...”
Wilder’s head swings over to me, and he gives me a smirk through his beard. “Yeah?”
I take a bite of the food that I brought for us from Lane’s. “Do you have someone special in your life?”
His eyebrows arch at my question. “There was this girl I was interested in, she was fucking beautiful, but before I could take her out, she cut town.”
My heart breaks slightly; I can tell he really liked this girl. “I’m sorry, Wilder.”
He shrugs. “She was so fucking shy and so beautiful. I will find her if it’s the last thing I do.” He stands up and walks out of the room, throwing his food in the trash can outside the door.
I don’t know what to say to that; it wasn’t what I expected. I hope he finds her. I hope he has his happily ever after. Everyone deserves to have someone in their life to love.
I hope he gets that. I hope all of the guys have that.
My phone starts ringing and I answer it. “Hello?”
“Be ready by eight o’clock! The Devil Souls ole ladies and the Grim Sinners are having a mash up tonight at the clubhouse!” Brittany yells into the phone and hangs up.
I guess that is that; shit is hitting the fan tonight.
When Lane drops me off in front of the clubhouse, I hear loud music inside. Lane gives me a sideways glance. “Be good, Doll.”
I laugh loudly. “Yeah, sure.” I kiss him on the lips and walk away, leaving him sitting on his bike all alone.
A shit ton of men are sitting on their bikes outside the clubhouse. I eye the men who are a part of the Devil Souls, and they are just as menacing as the Grim Sinners. I wave at them and they nod. Typical guys.
A woman runs out of the building. “Come on!”
“Jean, behave your ass!” a man yells and she flips him off.
I snort and take her hand, allowing her to pull me into the building. A second later bikes start up and I can hear the men rolling out of the parking lot, but I know Lane has got the place surrounded by prospects.
Do you think they would leave us all unprotected?
“Finally! Come on, it’s time to get ready!” the lady who dragged me inside yells.
“Ready?” I ask.
She smiles. “We are heading to a club.”
Well, this is going to go over well. I just follow her lead and look at the pile of clothes on the coffee table in the center of the room.
Sharon is sitting there watching all these beautiful women flit around the room dolling up. I am wearing what I am wearing, which isn’t anything to sneeze at. I look hot, but I can beat ass if I want to.
“Torch is going to be pissed,” Kayla says gleefully.
A petite girl grins at her. “Yeah, that’s the fun of it.”
They aren’t wrong; a pissed-off alpha is amazing in bed. I personally try to annoy Lane before bed.
Torch. Then it hits me he is the one who discovered Tiffany. I eye the Devil Souls women, and I notice immediately they are all gorgeous, but in a way that says they are real.
“Hi, I am Alisha.” She is petite but drop-dead gorgeous.
“Nice to meet you! I’m Amelia.” I shake her hand, and she smiles at me sweetly. I already like her!
Brittany is dancing around the room, shaking what her momma gave her. She is so freaking pretty.
“So, I heard that cunt bags are going to be there tonight,” Jean deadpans to Shaylin and Shaylin grins.
“Cunt bags?” I ask.
Shaylin grins evilly; she is so Smiley’s daughter. “The cunt bags are the bimbos who think they are better than us because their husbands are suit-wearing guys with small dicks and our men are badass fuckers with big dicks. They are jealous.”
“A rivalry?” I ask and they all nod including Sharon, who grins at Shaylin. “These bimbos get together every single month; they are a part of this club that only allows rich plastic bitches in. I am tired of their mouth when they pass me in the grocery store, so we are ruining their night.”
Oh fuck. I laugh in disbelief. These bitches are stuck in high school or something. “Oh, I am down.” I grin at Shaylin and the other girls join in.
I hate stuck-up bitches, and I take pleasure in making their lives miserable. They made my life a living hell in high school because I wasn’t super skinny like them and I didn’t have perfect hair or anything like that. Now they are stuck in miserable marriages, with husbands who are pussies, only for money and status.
Plus I want to fuck with them because Sharon just told me they fuck with her. Nobody fucks with my girls.
We manage to sneak past the prospects, and we do it by ordering pizza. They all head to the kitchen in the club. We
lock them inside; then we haul ass. We steal the club vehicles that they left the keys in. Which isn’t very smart if you think about it.
As we file into the bar, our heads move in the direction of the women sitting on one side of the room. They glare at us and I grin, waving. The blonde at the head of the table stands up.
Oh please, bitch.
Every single one of these women has a stick so far up her ass she can’t even see what is left or right.
Sharon snorts and walks to the bar to order us shots. Once the bartender fixes our drinks, Shaylin leads us to the table directly beside the petty bitches.
The closest table is a good four feet away from her. I laugh under my breath and set my drink on the table. “Hey Brittany, help me?” I grab the edge of the table close to Shaylin’s. Brittany saunters over and grips the edge of the table, and we push the tables together. The other girls follow suit, making as much noise as possible.
Are we petty?
Yes, we are.
Brittany sits down next to me and the rest of the women join us, sharing a secret smile with each other.
“Well, if it isn’t the MC bitches,” the blonde bitch who stood up earlier says. “I mean whores.”
I burst out laughing. “I’d rather be a whore than be an uptight bitch like you.”
She hisses in anger.
“Oh now, you better not make that face again. Your Botox will go to waste.” I wag a finger at her.
The girls around me laugh, and I grin at them and wink at the blonde bitch.
The blonde bitch sneers at me. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I am Amelia, the president’s ole lady.”
She pales slightly and takes a sip of her drink. Pussy.
“Get Low” comes over the speakers, and all the girls laugh as we prepare to sing our asses off.
“Oh shitttt!” Jean yells and swings her head side to side.
“Wooo!” We all sing, “Three, six, nine…damn she fine! Hoping she can sock it to me one more time! Get low, get low.” At this point, we are all out of our seats dancing. “To the window, to the wall! To the wall.”
Jean grabs the front of her jeans. “Till the sweat drops down my balls.” She shakes her hips like she is fucking someone. “Till all these bitches crawl.”
I hold my stomach with laughter, tears rolling down my face. This is already the best night of my life.
“Twerk with me!” Brittany yells. I bend over and we twerk together. The girls scream and I continue dancing, my arms raised above my head, having the night of my life.
Once the song is over, we fall into our seats. Brittany is still laughing, and the other girls are holding their stomachs.
“I hope you know how disgusting you guys look.”
I spin around, eyeing the blonde bitch. I am about to pull her bald. “What’s your name?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “Margery.”
Oh that’s rich.
I flip my hair over my shoulder, eyeing her down. “Well excuse me, Margery, you must have mistaken me for someone who gives a shit.” I raise both hands and flip her off.
“I just fell in love with you,” Brittany manages to say through her laughter.
“Bitch, you are a sad excuse for a woman.” Margery rolls her eyes again. Her cronies join her laughter.
“Keep rolling your eyes…you might find a brain back there.” I spin around in my seat to fully face her, and you couldn’t take the smile off my face if you tried. This is so much fun. I have so many insults that I could do this all night long.
She smirks at me. “At least I’m not fat.”
“Is that all you got? Bitch, you are so fake even China denied making you.”
“Oh my god! I can’t breathe.” Sharon lays her head on the table.
I cross my legs, ready for what she is going to throw at me.
“At least I am doing something with my life besides popping out babies.” She bends forward like she is telling me a secret. “And getting fat.”
“Girl, I am a veterinarian, what the fuck are you doing besides sucking small dick and spending money?”
Her face goes blank when I mention my career. “Well, at least my man isn’t a deadbeat dad who didn’t have his kid for years.” She gives me a sad look. “Poor kid.”
What the fuck did she say?
“You fucked up now!” Jean yells.
I stand up and the bitch follows me. She picks up her drink and throws it at my face. I duck, not getting a drop on me.
I split the distance between us. “I don’t throw drinks, bitch, I throw punches.” I cock my fist back and hit her in the face. She hits the ground, holding her face.
“Get her!” she screams and, all at once, every single of one of her friends charges me. I guess they are into jumping people.
Brittany grabs one of the bitches by the hair, and the other girls follow suit, beating their asses. I am tackled from the side, and I see blonde hair. Of course she would attack me when I wasn’t looking. She is a pussy after all.
I grab her hair, pulling her off me. I punch her hard on the mouth and she screams. “Bitch, I could pound you into next week.” I smack her hard across the face.
A hand threads into my hair, lifting me off of her. I am spun around, and I am face to face with a man. “Get off my wife, bitch!” he yells in my face, and he clutches my hair harder and grips my throat hard.
The women around me stop moving. “Big mistake,” Sharon says.
I laugh and bring my knee up, hitting him directly in the balls. He hits the ground in a heap, holding the pathetic shit he has between his legs.
“Here!” I look up to see Torch’s woman, Kayla, throwing me a Taser.
I catch it and stick it to his neck. I hold it there until he passes out.
“Lane will deal with him.” I toss it back to Kayla and she grins. A man that touches a woman in that manner deserves his ass beat, and I am not opposed to Lane doing it for me. I got a bitch to continue to beat.
“This man is fucking hurting.” Sharon shakes her head, and Margery looks down at her husband in disbelief.
Then the door to the bar opens, and the men file into the room. They stop dead in their tracks as they take in the scene in front of them. Lane breaks from the group and moves to my side. “What’s going on here?”
I point at Margery. “She insulted you.” He grins at me, pulling me close to him. All of the men go to their women, pulling them into their arms. They are huge softies, all of them.
“Who is this fucker?” Derek nudges Margery’s husband, who appears to be unconscious. His eyes open slightly before closing. He is totally pretending!
Sharon steps forward. “He hurt Amelia.” Lane stiffens. “She was fighting Margery, and he picked her up by her hair then wrapped his hand around her throat.” Lane lets me go and inspects my neck. Then he bends down and wraps his hand around the guy’s neck, his arms flexing as he squeezes. “Get up!”
Oh fuck, he is pissed.
The man scrambles to his feet the best he can with Lane’s hand wrapped around his neck.
“You touched my woman, you bruised her neck. Do you know what that means?”
He nods and Lane grins. Something wet starts pooling under their feet. The guy pissed his pants.
Before I can even blink, Lane’s fist is buried in his face. Lane doesn’t move his hand from his throat, and the guy’s face is turning awful shades of red. Lane continues bashing his face in, again and again. The guy is completely limp at this point.
Lane hits him one last time before letting him go, and he lands on his face with a thump. Lane walks over and pulls me close to him.
“Mind if I have a go at him?” Wilder asks when he sees him coming to.
“Have at it.” Lane chuckles.
“Ladies, it’s been a blast.” I wink and they all laugh. I break from Lane and hug every single one of them. “See you next month?”
“Next month?” Lane asks.
“Oh yeah.”
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“God help us all,” Jean’s husband whispers, horrified, before kissing Jean on the cheek. The guy has his hands full with her, that’s for sure. Alisha’s man is kissing her bruised knuckles. “Are they sore, Angel?”
“Come on, my Shay.” Butcher leads Shaylin out of the bar.
“Let’s go home, Doll.” Lane kisses my temple.
Lane can be vicious one second, and the next he is kissing me tenderly. God, I love this fucking man; I love how protective of me he is. Who cares what a normal relationship is? I have Lane. All of these ladies understand, we would die for our men and they would die for us.
I smack him hard on the ass.
“Playing with fire again are we?” he growls into my ear.
“Oh yeah.” I wink.
16
Amelia
One Week Later
Untitled
“Amelia, I think I want to go with pink,” Tiffany informs me as she looks the nail polishes hanging on the wall. We are finally having a girls’ day; we aren’t alone though. Two prospects are with us, because we don’t know who threatened me.
Whoever it was, they were smart enough to take every single camera that was pointing in the direction of my car.
“I think I want pink too.” I take the nail polish off the wall, and she grabs a color similar to mine.
We are getting a pedicure then going shopping. I sit down in one of the massage chairs, and she sits right next to me. I grab her remote and move her seat forward, tilting it down so she can sink her feet in the water.
“I am so happy to be a girl right now.” She closes her eyes, sighing as I turn on her chair massager.
Laughter bubbles up at her reaction. I love this little girl. She is such a quintessential little girl one second, loving going shopping and getting her nails done, and the next she is riding her dirt bike and baiting her hook.
The ladies who filled our water leave us to soak our feet for a few minutes. Tiffany is looking at the floor, gnawing on her bottom lip.
