by Erin Osborne
“Got a club, Devils Rule, tryin’ to move in on our territory. They think they’re goin’ to take our shit, work with the cartel, and then take our women and kids. They’ve already put hands on Playboy’s ol’ lady and she’s heavily pregnant with his babies,” my dad informs the other President.
“The fuck?” he questions. “Who does this bitch think he is?”
“He’s a bitch leadin’ a bunch of pussies,” I tell Butcher.
“Must be if he’s puttin’ hands on a woman and a pregnant one at that,” Butcher says. “What do you need from us?”
“Nothin’ right now. At this point, it’s just a matter of givin’ you a heads up. Need to call the cartel leader now and inform him of this bitch because he wants to make him their bitch,” my dad says.
Butcher begins laughing his ass off as my dad hangs up on him. He knows what’s about to happen to Terror and his merry band of bitches. Terror is going to die. I don’t give a fuck what happens to Terror as long as I get my hands on Rancor. He’s going to die a slow death by my fucking hands.
“Everyone quiet now,” my dad says as he pulls up another contact on his phone.
We all lean back in our chairs and those that smoke light up while we wait for Jose to answer his phone. He knows it’s an emergency if my dad is calling him. Hopefully, he gets how dire this situation is and gives us a hand to take these bitches out. We don’t necessarily need it, but we’re not dumb enough to think he’s not going to take offense to them wanting him to be their bitch.
“Yeah,” Jose says, finally answering his phone.
“Jose, it’s Slim. We have a problem,” my dad says.
“What do you mean?” Jose asks.
“Well, we have a club, Devils Rule, and they know we have ties to you. They want our territory, business, women and kids, and to work with you. Actually, they want to make you their little bitch,” he answers.
“They think we’ll be their bitch?” Jose questions.
“Yeah. I think they’re into runnin’ skin. Young skin,” my dad tells him.
“I don’t give a fuck what they do. They’ll never work with us,” Jose says. “That’s not all to the story, though.”
“No. They already put hands on Playboys ol’ lady and she’s pregnant with his twins right now,” he responds.
“They did what?” Jose asks, his voice rising several octaves.
“Put hands on her and threatened her,” I say, not being able to remain silent any longer.
“Is she okay?” Jose enquires.
“Yeah. We sent them away and somehow Terror found out where they were,” my dad says. “We brought them home. Supposed to give them an answer in less than six hours.”
“We’ll be there in two,” Jose says. “You got a plan already?”
“Yeah. We’ll be gettin’ ready while we wait for you,” my dad tells him and hangs up the phone. “Okay, you heard Jose. Get everythin’ ready and make sure we’re ready to head the fuck out when they get here. I want the Prospects makin’ sure the landin’ pad we don’t have is ready when Jose lands. You know he’s bringin’ his helicopter here.”
Dad slams the gavel on the table and we all stand up to prepare for battle. As we leave church, the ol’ ladies and house bunnies are setting out food on the top of the bar. They know something is going down and they want to make sure we eat right now before we head out. Otherwise, who knows when we’ll eat again.
I walk up to Sam and place a kiss on her mouth before placing a hand against her stomach for a second. The babies move against my touch and I can feel my smile. This is my favorite part of her being pregnant, feeling the babies move while they’re protected in her body.
“How you doin’, baby?” I ask her.
“I’m okay. Get somethin’ to eat,” she tells me, handing me a plate so I can get some food.
“Did you and Caleb already eat?” I ask her.
“He did. I’m not very hungry right now,” she answers me.
“You’re gonna eat,” I say, a slight growl to my voice.
She nods her head and picks up another plate for herself. We make our way down the line of the food and fill our plates. I know I’ll be eating half of her food because her eyes are definitely bigger than her stomach right now. It happens at every meal but I’m not complaining as long as she truly eats enough for her and the babies.
Everything is ready to go. Our weapons are loaded up along with extra ammo. Jose let us know he’ll be here in a few minutes as we usher the women and kids back inside. We spent some time outside and now everyone needs to go back inside while Jose makes his way into the clubhouse and church.
As soon as we make sure they’re in the game room with the Prospects making sure they don’t leave the room, we all head out back to the open field at the back of the clubhouse. Sure enough, Jose’s helicopter is landing. We wait for him to get out and then make our way over to greet him. Well, my dad and I do.
“Slim. Playboy,” Jose greets us in his heavily accented voice.
“Jose,” we both respond.
Walking into the clubhouse, we all head directly to church. Jose takes my seat and I lean against the wall.
“What are we gonna do?” Jose asks.
“I want to get in there and take all their asses out. Now,” my dad says.
“I would normally agree,” Jose says. “However, in this case, I think if these guys are complete bitches than we need to play with them a little bit.”
“What are you thinkin’?” I ask from my spot against the wall.
“They’re going to be calling for an answer soon. Well, you place the call to them first and let them know you’ve talked to me and I’ll be coming into town within a few days. At that point, we’ll all sit down together and have a meeting about where these relationships are going to go,” Jose responds.
My dad looks around the table and I can see the men of the club all smiling and nodding in agreement. They want to show Terror and his bitches we’re one step ahead of them; if not more. For now, maybe we should play Jose’s way.
“Alright, I’ll call now,” my dad says.
He picks up a burner phone and places the call to Terror.
“The fuck you want?” Terror asks, answering his phone.
“Talked to our contact in the cartel. After he talked to the boss, he called me back. I can’t give you an answer today, Terror,” my dad says as we all remain deathly quiet in the room with him.
“Then it looks like we’re comin’ for your bitches and land,” Terror says.
“Now wait a minute,” my dad says quickly. “The boss wants to come here and have a sit down with you and us. If you don’t give him this, then there’s no deal and he won’t ever work with you.”
Terror is silent for a few minutes. He’s thinking over what my dad told him and trying to find a way to make this work the way he wants it to. It’s not going to happen, but he’s going to try to find a way.
“If you’re fucking me over on this Slim, I’m going to kill your wife in front of you after making her choke on my cock. I’ll destroy everything you love before killing you slower than fuck,” Terror says as we all grind our teeth and try not to say a single word.
“I’m not fuckin’ you over, Terror,” my dad says, completely ignoring anything about Shy because he’s so fucking pissed right now.
“You have two days to get this fucking cartel boss here. I’m running this show, not you and certainly not some fucking cartel bitch,” Terror says, digging his grave faster as Jose looks on with rage and straight venom filling his eyes.
“I’ll be in touch,” my dad says, hanging up the phone on him.
We all watch as he picks up the phone and throws it against the closest wall to him. The phone shatters into a million pieces and we won’t have to worry about using that phone again. At the same time, Jose stands from his chair.
“So, I’m nothing but a bitch?” he questions. “This Terror man is going to die by my hands and my hands only. We h
ave two days to come up with a game plan. I’ll have my men come in if you have room for us to stay.”
“We’ll put you guys in our houses here since we have the ol’ ladies and kids in the clubhouse. We want everyone together so no one wanders off on their own,” my dad answers. “You can stay in my home.”
“Gracias,” Jose says. “I’m goin’ to make some calls and my men will arrive within a few hours under cover of darkness.”
“Oh, you should probably know, the Wild Kings and Satan’s Anarchy clubs will be here tomorrow. The ol’ ladies want to throw my ol’ lady a baby shower. And then there’s goin’ to be a weddin’,” I alert Jose.
“May I join the wedding with my men?” he asks, a smile on his face.
“You may,” I respond. “Are you sure you want to attend?”
“Yes. I love a wedding,” Jose tells me. “We will not disturb your party or wedding while we prepare. Fox, can I see what you have already?”
Fox nods and stands from his chair after getting a nod from my father. Jose follows him out and they head to Fox’s room. He has a backup room when Kim is here, so she doesn’t know anything that’s going on. The system in his room is shut down and he uses the other place in the back hallway.
“Now, I want everyone pitchin’ in to make sure the houses are ready for the cartel men. When that’s done, finish gettin’ ready for the weddin’. I want everythin’ perfect for Sam,” my dad says, dismissing everyone as he slams the gavel down.
I go in search of Sam. The only thing on my mind right now is sinking balls deep into her warm, wet pussy. It’s been way too long and I need to keep her busy, so she doesn’t suspect anything about the baby shower or wedding tomorrow. As I wander into the common room, I don’t see her anywhere. But, Caleb is sitting with Shy and Gwen.
“Where’s Sam?” I ask, walking up to the table they’re sitting at.
“She went to lay down. She’s not feeling good, Playboy. I’m not sure what’s wrong,” Shy tells me.
I turn on my heel after asking her to watch Caleb for a while. Opening the door to the bedroom, I see Sam curled up around two pillows in our bed. Tears are streaking down her cheeks and I’m instantly by her side.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask her, brushing her hair off her forehead.
“I’m so uncomfortable, it’s not funny. No matter what I do, I can’t get relaxed right now. And sleep is almost nonexistent,” she answers me.
“Okay. Move over to the middle of the bed,” I tell her, not caring that my dick isn’t going to get his release right now.
After helping Sam slide into the middle of the bed, I climb into bed behind her and begin to rub her back with the heel of my hand. I use just enough pressure to help relieve the pain and tension in her aching back so she can try to take a nap. Sleep and rest are the most important things for her right now.
Once she’s sound asleep, I place a kiss on her head, cover her up, and leave the room to get something to eat and bring Caleb in with me. There’s way too much going on right now for him to be out and about. Plus, I don’t want to be away from Sam for too long in case she wakes up in pain. She’s almost seven and a half months pregnant now and only has a month or so left because we were warned she would more than likely go into labor early.
Caleb and I grab our dinner of pizza, wings, and garlic bread before making our way back into the room. Shy made sure to put some up for Sam before anyone else got their food so she can eat when she wakes up. Otherwise, all these heathens I call family will eat the food and she’ll have missed out. We never know what she’s going to crave and I don’t want to send the Prospects out in the middle of the night right now. Or go out myself.
As soon as I have Caleb settled on the couch in our room, I gently climb back into bed and sit next to Sam. I turn on a movie my son loves to watch as we eat our dinner in silence. He keeps glancing over at his mom to make sure he’s okay, so I know he’s going to be sleeping in here with us again tonight. Only he’ll be on the couch so she can rest comfortably. This is how the rest of my night goes as the rest of the club prepares Sam’s surprises for tomorrow.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sam
WAKING UP THIS afternoon, I feel slightly better than I have in the last few days. While I’m still uncomfortable, Playboy rubbed my back most of the night. I feel horrible for keeping him up most the night, but I’m not sure what else I can do about it. It’s not like I didn’t try to get him to go to sleep because I did. Playboy is just stubborn and refused to listen to me.
Now, I’m up and have had my shower, which Playboy joined me for. I swear, the closer I get to my due date, the more he doesn’t want to let me out of his sight. I’m honestly surprised he let me go to Clifton Falls even though they’re trying to take down this other club. Who knows what could’ve happened while I was there?
“What are you doing today?” I ask him as I slip on the white summer dress he picked out for me to wear today.
“I think we’re havin’ a cookout at some point today. Not really sure what else is goin’ on. I have to get with Dad,” he answers, not quite looking me in the eye as he does.
“Oh. I should get downstairs and help the ol’ ladies out then,” I say, brushing my hair and putting it up in a messy bun.
I hate my hair is so short I can’t keep it up once I secure it. It’s always slipping down and I have to put it back up a million times a day. But, I don’t like having long hair either. So, I do what I have to do and continuously mess with it. Playboy laughs at me when I do it too.
Playboy said a cookout at some point today, but I already smell delicious aromas penetrating the air. My mouth is watering, even though I’m not hungry. If I didn’t get to help the ol’ ladies, I’m going to be upset because that’s one thing I can do while sitting down so my man doesn’t have a damn fit because I’m moving around too much or standing for long periods on my feet.
“The first thing you’re goin’ to do is eat. Caleb is already down eatin’ his breakfast and I’m not lettin’ you do a damn thing until you have food in your body,” he informs me as he pulls on his shirt before reaching for his cut.
“Oh. Well, I guess I can do that,” I tell him, not feeling overly hungry right now.
“It’s almost over with, baby. Then we’ll be holdin’ our sons in our arms and you’ll feel normal again. I’m sorry you’re so uncomfortable,” he tells me, pulling me into his arms and placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“I know. It’s just hot and I’m uncomfortable, so it’s making me cranky. I love you,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
“I love you too. Now let’s go feed our sons,” Playboy says, leaving the room with his arm wrapped around me.
We head into the common room and my jaw about hits the floor. Blue balloons, streamers, plates, napkins, and silverware are everywhere. There’s a huge banner saying, ‘It’s a boy’ is hanging right over the door to go outside. A comfortable chair is sitting at one table as I look around.
There’s a table in the corner that’s loaded down with presents to the point more are sitting on the floor surrounding it. I’ve never seen so many gifts in one area in my entire life. A second table is close to it with a cake and several other plates and silverware on it.
“What’s going on?” I ask, looking up at Playboy.
“The girls are throwin’ you a baby shower. We thought everyone could use this right now,” he answers me.
“I can’t believe they did this,” I say.
Before Playboy can respond, the common room becomes filled with people. It’s not just the men and women from the Phantom Bastards here; it’s men and women from the Phantom Bastards, the Wild Kings, and Satan’s Anarchy. Tears fill my eyes as I look around the room at everyone here to celebrate Playboy and I have bringing new members into the family.
“I don’t know what to say,” I tell the room.
“Nothing for you to say,” Hadliegh says, walking through the mass of people. “You’re in this
ginormous, rowdy, dysfunctional family and it’s time you realize it.”
Playboy leads me to the chair as Shy and Slim walk over to us. Shy has a full plate in her hand while Slim has one with even more food on it. They smile as I get comfortable, and Playboy takes a seat next to me.
“How are you feelin’?” Slim asks me.
“Uncomfortable as hell, but it’s almost over,” I answer him. “Thank you for this.”
“No thanks necessary, honey. You’re growin’ my grandsons in you and we want you to know that your entire family is loved and a part of our family. Forever,” he returns. “We’re gonna eat and then you guys can open your gifts. Well, all but one that’s already been set up in the nursery.”
“Oh, um, okay,” I respond because I have no clue what would already need to be in the nursery.
About the only thing we’ve gotten accomplished is painting the walls a light blue so Boy Scout could go in behind us. I don’t even know what he’s done to the walls since Playboy painted it. It’s off-limits to me and I haven’t even attempted to look— not to say I haven’t wanted to.
Playboy and I are joined by Tank, Maddie, Shy, Slim, Grim, and Skylar as they bring in their own plates of food. We talk and laugh until I realize none of the kids are inside. As I look at Playboy, he must already know what I’m going to say.
“They’re all outside with the Prospects and stayin’ close to the clubhouse,” he informs me.
“Okay,” I respond, going back to my food.
I’ve got chicken, pasta salad, salt potatoes, a roll, and a bowl of chips in front of me. No, I’m not going to eat it all; I never do. However, once I started eating, I realized I was hungrier than I thought I was. I’ll make a good dent in all this food and then Playboy will finish the rest of it for me.
We’ve eaten our fill and I’ve laid eyes on Caleb as the Prospects brought all the kids in once they were done eating. Now, the guys are bringing presents over to us so we can begin to open them. Caleb is excited as hell even though none of them are for him. He’ll still be allowed to help us out because there’s way too many things for Playboy and me to open ourselves.
