Make nice? Bitch, you have a past with her husband. I won’t be surprised to find Dizzy with a bullet in her skull.

“I appreciate that, Dizzy, but fuck, my wife is on bed rest!”

Dizzy throws her hands in the air, frustrated with my brothers. “I’m a fuckin’ woman, Prez. I understand the goddamn situation, which is another reason I want to go clear the air. She’s pregnant with your child, and here I am, and I am tellin’ the truth when I say I don’t want her to worry about my presence here.”

Hell has frozen over!

Braxx digs out his phone and shoots off a text, and moments later, it pings back. “She said go on up.”

“Thank you. You’re my Prez. You’re family. I wouldn’t do anythin’ to jeopardize your wife’s health.”

We both shoot Dizzy a look.

“Sniper, don’t make me draw on ya,” she mouths off. “He wasn’t married in the past. He is now. I respect that shit.” She defends herself as she leaves the room.

“Stickin’ your dick in her was your worst mistake ever, brother,” I say with seriousness.

“No fuckin’ shit.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’d fuck Dizzy if she hadn’t already boned my brother on multiple occasions, but our past with Christina is a perfect example as to why the fuck I won’t do it.

“Where’s Piper? Surprised she isn’t adjoined to your hip,” my brother questions.

“She’s with Jinx somewhere around here.”

I don’t want to bother her. Her mind is occupied, and if I search her out, I might trigger the reminder that she is trapped here. Jinx is keeping her busy.

“See how Pyro was eyein’ her last night?” he asks.

Not him, too. “Leave the man the fuck alone, brother. I don’t see it goin’ anywhere. She’s beautiful. It’s kinda hard not to eye her.”

I speak the truth. The woman is out of this fucking world gorgeous. Not my type, she’s too classy. I like them real, but not that fucking real.

“Just sayin’. Shit, brother, you need to get laid.”

I wasn’t thinking about it until he fucking said something. Fucking dumbass. We have too much bullshit to worry about than my dick getting sucked or fucked.

“You’re a bastard,” I retort.

“Dude, we have the same fuckin’ father. You’re a bastard, too.”

I groan and he chuckles. He must’ve got laid last night. He’s in too good of a mood. Lucky fucker.

“Yo, Prez, Akela is back, and she has a woman with her.” Phish, Rap’s replacement prospect comes into the clubhouse.

That was fast. “Did she bring shit with her?”

“The woman and some luggage, why?”

The fucker knows better than to ask questions. So much to learn.

When I’m about to shoot a text off to Pyro to let him know she is back, Akela walks in, followed by a gorgeous black woman with badass braids. She must be Ripley.

“Braxx…” Akela trails confused. “Pyro wouldn’t tell me anything over the phone.”

Prez motions for them both to take a seat, and they don’t hesitate to follow his directions. Akela must have warned her girlfriend all about the club before getting here. She moved, quick to follow orders.

“We’re on lockdown, like serious fuckin’ lockdown, sweetheart. You’ve come in and out of the club for weeks and you’re associated, so I wanna take no chances with your safety, yeah?”

Wonder when Akela gained my brother’s respect. He is talking way too nice to her for the short amount of time we’ve known her.

“Well, I had time to pick up Ripley and some more clothes because of Pyro’s swift instructions. I guess Ripley and I will take the slam room?”

She’s fucking crazy. It’s about to get rowdy and crowded with horny bikers.

“We’re about to have over sixty more people here. It’s gonna get crowded. Sure you don’t wanna stay in the live-in? It’ll be a little less chaotic over there,” I say before Prez can answer her. I don’t want Pyro flipping out if his new friend gets stressed out.

“Lana,” she says simply, and we understand with that one name.

“You got it, babe. I’m gonna be straight with ya ladies. We’ve never had full blown lesbians stayin’ here fulltime. Our other charters are headin’—”

Akela cuts him off. “It won’t be the first or the last time we’re messed with over our sexuality, Braxxon. We’re big girls. Babe, this is Braxxon, Braxx for short. He’s the club President. The head man.” she explains to Ripley. “That’s Sniper, his sergeant-at-arms. His name stays true to him. He’s lethal with a gun I’ve heard. I have no idea where Pyro is. That over there is Rap. Oh, he has his casts off,” she says with glee. “I’m happy for him. And the older guys don’t talk, and I’ve not been around them very much. I joke with Pyro and say they are in the early stages of retirement. They are always drunk or silent.”

Braxxon and I laugh our asses off. She couldn’t have explained them better if she tried.

Pyro strolls in, and when he spots Akela, his shoulders slump in relief. Looky there, the bastard has a female friend he cares about. Now he can’t fuck with me about my friendship with Piper. Fucking hypocrite.

“You made it back,” he says, and she turns around and jumps up into his arms.