Chelsea (The Club Girl Diaries Book 2)

by Jane, Addison

  “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch,” I told her as I brushed her wavy hair back from her eyes.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yeah, baby girl.”

  “Are we going to get a puppy?”

  This child doesn’t miss a thing. I needed to remember that.

  I spent the day with Harlyn until around 3:00 p.m. when she crashed out on the sofa in my room while we were watching a movie.

  Harlyn was smart.

  I knew I’d have to watch what I said and did around her because she picked up on everything, even the moods of the people around her.

  There was a sharp banging on my bedroom door. I shuffled Har so she was now laying down across the sofa instead of propped up against me, and quickly moved to answer before they started banging again and woke her up.

  Ham stood there, his foot tapping. “Prez, we need you outside now.”

  It was the first time I’d seen him look nervous, even through all the hazing and shit the boys had thrown at him. “What’s going on?”

  “Coupla big Italian guys in suits are waiting at the gate to speak with you. Blizzard’s already heading out there.”

  Fuck.

  “Find Sugar, tell her to go to my room and wait with Harlyn,” I said as I pushed past him and jogged down the hallway.

  I was curious to hear what these guys had to say. They hadn’t come in guns-a-blazing and that for me was suspicious to begin with.

  Blizz met me at the door and I made sure I had my pistol tucked in the back of my pants.

  “Prospect!” I called into the room behind me. Neil popped up from behind the bar with bottles tucked under his arms and in his hands, obviously restocking. “Round up all the girls and tell them to go to their rooms and stay there until a club member comes to get them.”

  “Yes, Prez,” he called followed by clanging bottles and heavy footsteps.

  “This could turn to shit very quickly,” Blizzard said as we marched toward the front gates of the compound.

  “Honestly, how much more to shit could things get at this point?” I said dryly.

  “Bullet-between-the-eyes shit?”

  “Did you text, Kev?”

  “Yeah, he’s on his way up there.”

  There were some large industrial buildings that were spotted around the edges of the compound. We had sensors in them so we’d know if anyone was in them watching us, but they provided the perfect vantage point for our men if anything like this were to happen.

  I stepped through the small opening of the gate.

  Slider and Wrench stood stoic on the other side, staring down the sharply dressed men who stood next to a large Mercedes. Our third prospect stood just behind them, trying to imitate their stance, but it was quite clear that his hands were shaking.

  “What can I do for you?” I asked sharply as I stepped in front of my men, Blizzard right at my side as always.

  One of the men stepped forward but didn’t answer. His hair was dark and slicked back and his dark shades hid his eyes. He stared at me for a moment before reaching out for the door handle of the car. The man that climbed out was so cliché that if I didn’t know how deadly he was, I would have almost laughed. He had a black turtle neck shirt underneath a dark gray suit that was perfectly creased. A light black shadow shaded his jaw and around his mouth were specks of gray that matched the color of his hair.

  He took a deep toke of the cigar that hung between his fingers before flicking it at my feet as he exhaled. I watched it bounce on the asphalt, the smoke soon reaching my nose and causing me to screw up my face.

  “You are Optimus?” His Italian accent was thick to the point where I wondered if he actually spoke fluent English.

  I broadened my stance slightly and folded my arms across my chest. “I am, and you are?”

  He nodded. “Anthony DePalma.”

  “What can I do for you?”

  He shot me a dark smile. “I am looking for my son, Kenneth DePalma.”

  I scratched at my chin with my hand. “Sorry, don’t know anyone by the name Kenneth.”

  “Isn’t there a guy who works at the hardware store in town called Kenneth?” Blizzard offered with a snap of his fingers.

  Anthony’s smile didn’t falter. “I believe he joined your club, you may know him as Target,” he continued, his eyes refusing to even acknowledge my brother but instead staying glued to me.

  “Can’t help you there. Target hasn’t been around for a while now,” I told him with a shrug.

  His eyes drilled through me, I wasn’t even sure he was blinking, but I didn’t waiver. I wasn’t scared of this asshole.

  He hummed and pulled on the cuffs of his suit jacket. “Well, that is a shame.”

  “If you say so. I’m not really too disappointed myself. He was kind of ugly anyway.”

  “Yeah, he reminded me one of those animals,” Blizzard tapped his head like he was fighting to remember, “What is it called again?”

  I stared straight into Anthony DePalma’s eyes. “A rat.”

  “That’s it!”

  The smile dropped from his face instantly and I was met with a hard glare. This man was used to people cowering at his feet. He practically owned the east coast and seemed like he was looking to expand, and the Brothers by Blood were at the top of his hit list.

  The DePalma family had their fingers in almost every type of organized crime that you could think of. Drugs, guns, prostitution, contract killing—if it was illegal then they were in some way involved. They had plenty of competition from others, the Russians, the Irish and other street gangs, but for some reason they’d chosen to come after my club. If that wasn’t a declaration of war then I didn’t know what was.

  “I believe you misunderstood. It’s a shame for you that I will have to hold your club responsible for my missing son.”

  “Maybe Kenneth got sick of his daddy being up his ass all the time and decided he needed a break.”

  “Do you know who I am?”

  I didn’t speak, but he knew the answer—of course, I did.

  “I have a lot of resources at my disposal. My reach is a lot further than that of your club.”

  “Yet you still chose to come after us, well before your precious son went missing.”

  He sneered at me, his composure falling. “You hurt my family, and where I come from there’s only one way to rectify that. Blood for blood.” He straightened his suit jacket, his face relaxing as he took a step back toward his car. His little minion quickly pulled the door open for him. “I will be in touch very soon. You can count on that.”

  I didn’t speak, but we watched silently as the car pulled away from the curb.

  “Well, that was enlightening,” Wrench scoffed.

  “Call church,” I ordered sharply. “We need information and a plan. Target must have left a clue somewhere.”

  My men quickly scattered and I pulled my phone from my back pocket, dialing a number and holding it to my ear.

  “What’s up, brother?” Kit answered.

  “She there?”

  He laughed. “Yeah man, she’s here. Her and Harms haven’t left the bedroom since she arrived.”

  I sighed in relief and pulled at my hair in frustration. “Good. I’ve just had a house call from Anthony DePalma.”

  “Any clue as to what’s going on yet?” Kit asked, his tone quickly turning serious.

  “No, but until we do, you watch her like a hawk,” I told him sternly.

  “I will, bro.”

  I hung up. I had full faith in my brother.

  Kit and I had known each other for a very long time and even though we came from separate chapters, we were basically raised together.

  I knew he’d do whatever was needed to be done in order to keep Chelsea safe, but until she was back here with me and in my arms, my anxiety levels would be through the roof.

  God help anyone who tried to fuck with me.

  I pulled up to the front gates of the Troy chapter’s compound. A prospect duc
ked his head to my window and looked me over before gesturing to the other member to open the gates.

  I was tired and my eyes were puffy and swollen, but I’d made it. Parking my car next to the large building, I sat in it for a few minutes, needing the time to help myself feel normal again. I’d driven down here on auto pilot, my navigator telling me where to turn. It was a slow ride, but I just wasn’t in a hurry. Jumping when my door flew open, I clutched at my heart.

  “Hey beautiful.” The cheery voice greeted me. I ducked my head and looked up, the bright light of the sun stinging my eyes before I finally focused on the figure. He was staring down at me with a grin plastered on his face.

  “Hi.”

  He held out his hand to me and I took it, my body actually thankful for some support as I climbed out of my car. I got a better look at him now that the glare from the sun wasn’t shading his face. I recognized him from when the Troy men visited up north, but my brain fought to put a name to his face.

  “Thanks,” I said with a soft smile.

  “Chelsea, isn’t it?” he confirmed, still holding my hand in his.

  I nodded. “Yeah, um…”

  “Mix.”

  “Sorry Mix. My brain is a bit fried at the moment.”

  He just grinned before walking around the car and pulling my bags from the trunk. “Come on, Harmony is waiting for you.”

  I was excited to see my friend. It had been strange going from seeing her every day to not seeing her at all.

  “I thought she’d have been part of the welcoming committee,” I said as I followed him toward the massive industrial styled building.

  He laughed. “She would have been, but Kit wouldn’t let her out of her lesson.”

  I frowned. “Lesson?”

  He just laughed, not telling me anything else as he dropped my bags in front of the doors and instead of taking me inside, gestured for me to follow him around the building.

  We walked past some roller doors where men hustled and bustled around cars. Their overalls were stained with grease and among the sounds of clattering tools there was loud music booming. The sign above the doors read ‘Oz’s Auto Shop.’

  Mix stopped at two double doors a little further down the building and pulled them open, gesturing his hand for me to go through before him. I looked at him skeptically but shuffled through.

  “Just hit me already!” A male voice prompted.

  “No. What if I hurt you?”

  “You’re not going to hurt me, pretty girl.”

  My eyes took a moment to adjust to the change in light, but I soon made out two figures standing in the middle of a makeshift boxing ring. The room wasn’t big but had crazy tall ceilings along with a litter of boxing bags, mats and weights scattered around.

  “If I give you a black eye, I’m going to have to look at that for days,” Harmony groaned as she stood toe to toe with Kit in the middle of the ring.

  I grinned.

  “Come on, Harm. You’re the one who wanted to learn this self-defense shit.”

  I cupped my hands around my mouth. “Come on! Hit him!”

  Harmony’s head flicked to me and a smile spread across her face. She started to walk toward me, but Kit grabbed her around the waist. “We aren’t done yet.”

  Harmony swiftly lifted her arm and drove her elbow back into Kit’s stomach. He released her, bending over and groaning in pain. Mix and I both burst out laughing as Harmony climbed from the ring, grinning triumphantly. She ran over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. We both laughed as we hugged each other, rocking back and forth.

  “It’s so good to see you,” Harmony muttered in my ear.

  “Hell yes,” I told her, not able to wipe the smile off my face.

  She pulled back, holding her hands on my shoulders and her face reflecting my own.

  “I would’ve invited you sooner had I known that’s what it would take for her to finally hit me,” Kit said as he walked over to us, still holding his stomach but with a gorgeous smirk on his face.

  “If I’d known that, I would have come sooner too,” I shot back.

  He chuckled, wrapping his other arm around my shoulder and giving me a squeeze. “It’s good to see you.”

  Harmony grasped my hand and pulled me away, dragging me toward the doors. “We have catching up to do. We’ll catch you boys later,” she called over her shoulder as we walked out.

  I noticed my bags were gone from where Mix had dropped them, but Harmony didn’t stop. She pulled me through the doors to what I assumed was the brothers’ clubhouse. I got a quick glimpse of a bar and some pool tables before we climbed a staircase off to the left.

  She finally slowed as we reached the next floor, the doors had names on each of them, some with officers rankings, others not. The room at the end was labeled President and Harmony pushed through the doors, slamming them shut behind us and flicking the lock.

  The room was big, a lot larger than the rooms the brothers had back in Athens, even Optimus’. It had room for a sofa and television area, as well as a reasonably sized desk, a king sized bed and a small bathroom off to the side.

  “Wow, this is awesome,” I said, wandering around as Harmony ducked into the bathroom.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty great, huh?” Harmony called. She ducked back out a moment later, changed out of her workout outfit and now wearing a tight pair of jeans and cute pink babydoll style shirt.

  Harmony took a seat on the sofa and picked up her guitar. “So, how are you feeling?” She plucked at the strings softly even as she looked at me. I was used to it by now. For her, it was like an unconscious thing. Harmony felt the most comfortable when she had her guitar in her hands. It was just part of who she was, like an extension of her body.

  I sighed, taking a seat next to her and letting my head hang back against the back of the sofa. “I don’t even know.”

  “Have you talked to him?”

  I cringed. “Sort of.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You flipped out, didn’t you?”

  “Maybe.”

  She shook her head and I knew shit was about to get serious as she placed her guitar back in its stand and turned to face me fully. “Chelsea, Optimus cares about you.” I opened my mouth to talk, but she cut me off with her hand. “No. Listen. He’s holding back, and I get that it’s frustrating. But don’t you think in your heart that he’s worth fighting for?”

  I looked down at my hands. “I don’t know. What if I fight and in the end he still turns around and says he doesn’t want me to be his?”

  “But what if you walk away without knowing? Are you willing to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have happened?”

  I pushed off the sofa and started to pace. “I’m scared, Harm. I’m scared that I’m going to throw myself out there and get nothing back. I’m scared that he has the power to absolutely destroy me. And that’s not something I’ve ever given to anyone.”

  She nodded in understanding, her eyes drifting to the bedside table where there was a picture of her and Kit propped up. “Chel, it wouldn’t be love if it didn’t have the power to cause your world to come to a complete end. But sometimes it’s worth the risk.”

  We sat in silence for a long time.

  Maybe she was right.

  Maybe it was time I told Optimus what I really wanted and stopped letting him dictate my emotions with his back and forth shit.

  Was I ready to throw it all on the table and risk my heart being ripped to shreds?

  I wasn’t sure. But what I did know was the pain that I was feeling right now was draining me and eventually something was going to have to give. I just hoped that when it did, I’d be able to pick myself up and move on because I had been through too much heartache already in my life to let it stop me now.

  “All right, where are we at?” I asked as I banged my wooden gavel against the church table.

  All my brothers were present bar the prospects who weren’t allowed to join church until they earned their full pa
tch.

  Wrench slid me a folder across the table as he began to talk. “Anthony DePalma, fifty-eight years old, took over the family business when his father passed away about ten years ago. Two brothers, one older, one younger—”

  “Wait,” Kev interrupted. Kev used to be a police officer, he knew the ins and outs of organized crime. He joined the force young, thinking that it would be a tight unit that he could rely on and trust, but opted to leave due to the amount of corruption he saw. He found what he needed with us, and while it had taken a little longer for him to be accepted into the ranks, we didn’t judge him on his past. He’d done more than enough to prove to us over the last eight or so years that he was loyal to a fault. “The mafia is like the royal family, the crown is always passed onto the oldest child. How did he end up with it?”

  Wrench shrugged, flipping through a couple pages and scanning the paper. “Marco, the older brother is still involved in the family business.”

  “Weird,” Kev mumbled with a frown.

  “You think this is important?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

  He scratched his face with his hand, taking a moment to think about it. “I’ve dealt with the Italians before, not the DePalma’s, but there isn’t a shortage of Sicilian crime families out there. The firstborn male is always the one to get the throne when the father dies. If there isn’t a male in the family at that time, it’s passed on to the next oldest brother, or nephew.”

  “You ever hear of this before?” I questioned.

  “Yeah, the older brother was disgraced from the family. He was an alcoholic and drug addict. He couldn’t be trusted to run the family business, so he was cast out. There’s no coming back after that. I’m curious as to why this brother isn’t in charge but is still kept inside the family.”

  I nodded, I was also very curious about this. Maybe the DePalma’s had a weakness within their ranks that we could use.

  “Wrench, when we’re done take Kev with you to do some more research. I want to know if there’s something we can use.”