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Blaze
I rake my hands through my hair and exhale. This woman has me twisted up inside in some type of way. My ass has been planted on this uncomfortably hard bar stool since I left my room and her behind in it.
“You all right, cousin?” Odin asks, sliding onto the seat beside me. He’s my MC brother but also my cousin by blood.
Glancing over at him, I sigh, frustrated, and admit, “I don’t think so.”
His brow wrinkles, not sure what to make of my answer. He gestures to Frost to serve us a round of drinks. “What’s up?”
“I got the principal. And by got her, I mean literally. The bitch is tied up and all.”
He nods. “That’s good, right?”
I shrug. “Yes and no. Spider went in and photographed everything for me. He pointed out to me all the stuff she’s been taking to suppress her menstrual cycle along with some other feminist propaganda bullshit hating on men. Not the good woman-supporting-woman type, but the kind who bashes any male with half an opinion that disagrees with her. This is bad...worse than what I was expecting when it came to her. I’ll be real with you; I’m not too sure what I’m doing with her.”
His eyes widen at my words. He exhales a discouraged sigh and says, “Wow. I knew she was a tough one, but it sounds like you may have your hands full with this chick.” He frowns deeply, mimicking the way I’m feeling as well.
“She’s infuriating,” I admit, frustrated. “She truly believes that she doesn’t need men for anything, not even protection. The female is delusional.”
“I thought this was about getting her away from the school so the kids would stop having issues with her. Are you trying to get her to see reason or somethin’ else?”
“It was, initially,” I concur. “But when I saw all those photos and everything Spider laid out for me, it began to make sense why she hates me so much and why she’s not into me at all.”
“Is that what this really is? You’re upset she doesn’t like you? Since when have you cared what anyone has thought about you, especially an uppity bitch?”
I shrug again, my hands yanking at my blond locks. Frost sets a couple new beers in front of us, along with a bottle of whiskey and shot glasses, sensing the heaviness of Odin’s and my conversation. “I don’t give a shit, normally. With her, however, it’s driving me fuckin’ crazy, because she’s got it all wrong. She believes me and other men like me are the enemy when that’s not the case at all. She doesn’t understand we’re protectors; if anything, we’re a woman’s biggest asset.”
He whistles between his teeth. “Damn, bro. She’s really gotten to you. I’m not much with woman advice. Cherry was easy on me where that’s concerned. Once I finally opened my eyes and pulled my head outta my ass, she was already waiting for me. Have you spoken to Princess about it? She’s better with this sorta shit.”
I shake my head. He’s probably right, though. Princess knows everything, it seems. I thought she was a prissy barbie doll bitch when I first caught wind of her, but I can easily understand why Viking is so taken with her and put a ring on her finger. The ice princess is a bad bitch once she thaws toward you.
“Give it a shot...she might be able to help you.”
“If she doesn’t skin my ass for kidnapping the woman.”
He snickers. “Typically, I’d tell you to run for the hills, but this is club business. P knows not to meddle in that shit. She’s aware of where she stands when it comes to Oath Keepers shit.”
“Bet,” I agree and take a swig from the bottle. The crisp cold beverage goes down smoothly; it was just what I needed at the moment. Along with my cousin’s company and his advice, I’m not feeling quite as conflicted anymore. Sure, I’m torn up inside about it all, but at least I have some sort of plan of action in place now.
“Vike know you have the principal already?”
“Yeah, the bitch is tied up in my room right now, so I sorta had to tell him.”
He chuckles. “No wonder she’s got you pegged as enemy number one. I bet she’s as pissed as a cat in water.”
“You have no fucking idea, bro.”
“Definitely call P. Maybe even have her go in and torment the chick a bit for good measure. It’ll take the focus off you so much. The principal will have to deal with a real boss bitch. She may even get her feelings hurt.”
“True. She actually believes she’s smarter than me. She may be more intelligent book-wise, but she has no idea about street smarts. The woman is clueless. I had to break it down Barney style just to get her to see how irrational her belief is on being safe by herself versus if she had me at her side.”
“Oh, I bet she just loved that.”
Releasing a breath, I shake my head. “You have no idea. This female may be the death of me yet.”
“You’ve survived the Iron Fists and damn near bleeding out; you can get through one strong-minded chick.”
“Oh, I have no doubt. I’m just wondering if I’ll bash my head against the wall trying to get her to see reason in the process.”
He snickers again, and I grumble. The woman is so stubborn, and she called me a heathen. Who says that shit to someone else? Her, apparently...but still, she’s something else. Maybe Princess can talk some sense into her, though I won’t hold my breath on it.
“Called me a heathen,” I murmur with a furious hiss, and he busts up. “Shut up, dickmunch.”
“I never thought it’d happen—that there’d be a chick not susceptible to your charm. Eh, Casanova, it could be worse.”
My brow raises, and I give him a get the fuck outta here look.
“Hey, all women could think you’re a heathen, instead of only one.” He shrugs like it makes total sense, and I scowl. “There’s always Honey, brother. She can never get her fill of you.”
“True,” I concede, grouchy over this entire conversation, or maybe just in general. “I think I’ll have P go talk or maybe even knock some sense into the uppity bitch while Honey sucks my cock.”
“Sounds like win-win to me, Blaze.”
I nod, feeling better already. Just the thought of my cock in a sexy female’s mouth gets me excited. But not just any woman. I want it stuffed between ol’ principal’s lips while she hums in pleasure. Now that’s one hell of a thought.
“Have you seen Vike’s woman around, or is she at the house?” I pour a shot of whiskey and throw it back. I usually know where Princess is more than anyone else here, aside from her ol’ man, but I’ve been preoccupied with my own shit today.
“Last I saw she was headed for Viking’s office.”
“I’ll finish my beer then. They’re probably fuckin’.”
“Definitely fucking,” he agrees and takes a swig of his beer.
Mercenary and Chaos join us. Merc sits next to Odin and Chaos next to me. “Brothers,” we greet one another.
“What’s up?” I ask no one in particular.
“Not much,” Chaos replies while Mercenary orders something from Frost and bitches that he wants French fries. “You good, brother?” he asks.
“I’m straight, just needing to speak with P. Heard she’s in the office with her ol’ man, though, and don’t want to interrupt that meeting.”
He nods. “I get it. I just saw them, though, and they still had all their clothes on,” he chuckles, signaling for a beer.
“In that case, I’m going to go catch them before it changes, and they’re tucked away for a hefty part of the day.”
“Probably a good idea,” he agrees.
I say my goodbyes, making my way to our prez’s office.
The door’s wide open, and I find Princess sitting on her ol’ man’s lap. Thankfully they aren’t going at it. Not that I haven’t seen it in the past, I just need to speak to her. “Hey.” I poke my head in the door and lightly rap on the thick barrier.
Vike chin-lifts, inviting me inside. “Brother?” he asks as I plop down on the couch and make myself comfortable.
“I needed your wife’s advice if you don’t mind.”
“Ah.” He lovingly smacks her thigh, making her grin.
P pecks a kiss to his cheek. “How about you go eat a piece of that cake before it’s all gone and you’re left pouting until I bake another? There’s also fried chicken from last night.”
“I don’t pout,” he grumbles like an embarrassed kid.
She smiles. “Of course not. I was in the kitchen earlier, and there were only two slices left.”
“Fine.” He exhales the word and moves to stand. He mumbles, “Don’t see why you can’t just leave it at home anyway.”
“‘Cause, you’ll eat it all and then complain about not getting enough gym time.”
Viking gives her a look but doesn’t argue. He knows she’s got his ass pegged. He presses a kiss to her forehead and fist bumps me on his way out. His desk is massive, making Princess appear tiny sitting behind it. With my fam’ no longer distracting his wife, I make myself more comfortable by stuffing pillows behind me and dive in, telling her everything.
***
ONCE MY COCK HAS BEEN sated, and I can finally relax a bit, I head back to my room. I never came back to check on my mouthy captive, although it was probably for the best. We both needed some time to stew in our thoughts and chill out. I gave her a hefty dose of some mixed-up doping cocktail from the doc, so she most likely dozed off and on for the remainder of the day. Those types of drugs always make people drowsy and nauseous. I could maybe chalk that up to her motherfuckin’ heathen comment, but something inside me says she’d call me that no matter what.
I’m quiet when I enter the now dark area. Only my bathroom light remains on. I should’ve checked in on her to see if she at least needed a restroom break. In the past, when I’ve kidnapped chicks, I’d never offered them anything. I’d just locked them up in a dog cage and let Joker do what he pleased with ‘em. He’d eventually have his fill and pass them on to the remaining members who were interested in having their turn.
I’m determined to do it differently this time around. I won’t put her in a cage unless she becomes too much to handle. I seriously doubt that will happen, although she’s got a mouth on her, but she’s not unruly physically. I’m not going to fuck her unless she asks me for it, either. I refuse to have that on my conscious, and besides, it’d just feed into her misconstrued notions on all white men being the devil. This shit being plastered across social media recently that men are the enemy is ridiculous. After seeing what she had in her house and on her devices, she clearly believes some of that crazy horseshit.
Peeling my clothes off, I slide into bed next to her warm, motionless frame. She’s sleeping soundly. Wouldn’t surprise me if she needed the drugs just so she could get some decent sleep like this. She seems to have the stick so far up her ass that it’d make her sleep-deprived and feed into her bitchiness.
Hauling the down comforter over us, I lay next to her, naked and restless. I had my cock sucked earlier, and I thought it’d sated me, but being this close to Amelia has my body saying otherwise. She’s far too perfect looking to be tucked into my bed without any of her clothes on. I’ll have to grit through it though, cause she’s not getting them back. Ever. The suit was hot, but she used it as a tool—like a mask—to help her keep up that “too good” persona. Leaving her naked and exposed keeps her vulnerable and me in control that much more.
With the shit she’s already said, the least I deserve is something sexy to look at in the process. I told ol’ Florence that I’d keep Amelia away for about two weeks on vacation, but who knows when I’ll really let her go back. It all depends on her and how long she holds out on this built-up animosity toward men and her despising bikers attitude. If I can get her on our side, then I’ll let her loose sooner than later. If not...well, I hate to see what becomes of her if she attempts to cause any more issues for the club. The MC doesn’t condone violence against women, but a problem is a problem, and she’ll disappear somehow. I’m sure it’ll be by my hand too; I’m good at cleaning up messes.
With that thought, my eyes close, and I drift off, exhausted from a hard day’s work.
