“No, the media has no idea you even exist to me. This is the safest place she could send me without word spreading around.”

I find that hard to believe. Of all the places in the world, this was the only location?

“Where is our mother?” Winter asks as the gate closes.

“She’ll be here after a little cleaning up behind me, and when she knows for sure no one is paying attention to her movements.”

Her presence is going to irritate a lot of people, and to be honest, I don’t want Sabine anywhere near my uncles or Shadow. She looks like trouble to me. I have no desire to be around when she tells Godfather, so I stay outside when they go into the live-in. He’s going to be so damn pissed.

***

Chapter Sixteen

Shadow

I wish the fuck I could leave the compound. When Winter announced her sister’s arrival, I thought the Prez would come unglued. We don’t need any attention right now. Even Winter doesn’t want her sister here. With the BDSM takeover, we have enough to keep us busy, without some bitch with royal blood showing up and making us worry about the media raining hell down on us.

Akela’s quiet nature doesn’t bother the Prez, and she appears to be helping Pyro in ways that his brothers cannot. When Sabine showed up this morning, it put every single one of us in a foul mood, and Tatiana is taking her presence harder than the rest of us. Every time she is a few feet from Sabine, Tea glares at her as if, at any moment, she is going to cause her bodily harm. I have tried to approach her about it, and when I go near her, she turns that glare on me.

So, yeah, I am not proud to be waiting in Tatiana’s bedroom, but I need fucking answers from her. I thought we were good. That everything was washed away. From the way Tea has been acting, it’s apparent this issue needs to be resolved.

Sitting in a chair by her bed, I flash back to our sexy as fuck time together, and again, I wonder why the fuck she left in such a rush. She won’t talk to me about it. For someone who wanted so bad for me to fuck her, I wouldn’t have thought she would have run off like that this morning. Her behavior, hell, everyone’s behavior these past few weeks has been confusing as hell. When I add in our unlikely guests, things seem way too weird for my liking.

My leg bounces up and down as I grow impatient as fuck waiting for her. When she finally enters the room and slams the door behind her, I feel some sort of relief.

“What in the fuck are you doing in my room?”

Jesus, what’s with all the hostility with her?

“We need to talk,” I say.

“We ain’t got shit to talk about.” She throws her purse onto her bed and her keys on her dresser.

A deep scowl forms on my face. I was inside her last night, and now, she acts as if I am some stranger who’s annoying the shit out of her. Never in my life has a woman behaved like this towards me. It is all kinds of fucked up.

“Tea, what is wrong with you? I had your naked body pressed all up on me last night!”

She grabs the bottom hem of her shirt and rips it off with such an attitude, it would turn me on if she wasn’t acting like such a cold hearted bitch. It’s as if she considers me some nasty ass, one night stand.

When she turns to walk away, I jump out of the chair and grab her elbow, spinning her back around to face me. “You don’t get to treat me like this after last night. Don’t fucking be like this. I gave you what you fucking wanted, goddammit!”

My blood beats hot as my mind drifts to spanking the shit out of her.

“I got what I wanted,” she hisses, jerking her arm from me. “We fucked. It was amazing, but now, I can cross it off my to-do list!”

My hand falls to my side as I stare at her retreating into the bathroom. Did I get dismissed? What in the fuck? She used me? That shit is so damn laughable. If she wants to act like this, and she doesn’t want to let me get a word in edgewise about what occurred between us, then fine. I can’t have a conversation with someone who is unwilling, and to be honest, I’m mentally exhausted. She always says I’m the one that plays fucking head games. As I walk out of her room, I snort a laugh. Head games, my ass. I want to continue what we started last night, but if she wants to be a bitch, she can fucking kiss my tanned southern ass. Ain’t no piece of pussy worth this damn migraine and frustration.

I dig my phone out and check the time. I have a few minutes before our church meeting starts, so I light a smoke and make my way to the clubhouse. After Sabine’s arrival, Prez called it, and we expect it won’t be a pleasant one.

Before I walk in the chapel door, Winter stops me. “Gun.” She holds out her hand.

Well, this I agree with. I lift my pant leg to unstrap my holster, pass that one to her, and then remove the one from the back of my jeans and give that to her as well. She hands them to Mace Jr., and he puts them in a new safe built into the wall next to the chapel doors. Well, someone has been busy.

“When the gavel slams at the close of the meeting, you’ll get them back.”

Well, fuck me running. Is the Prez finally taking control of his club again? I sure the hell hope so. This shit had started to get messy.

I ignore my Prez’s scowl because I know it isn’t intended for me. By adjusting my dick before I sit, I give the impression I was off getting some ass. I mean, I was trying to set up some regular pussy, but Tatiana seems to have grown a new head over the past few hours. Fuck her!

Stop thinking about how good it felt when her asshole strangled the shit out of your cock. She’s acting like a bitch. Oh, but fuck me sideways if it didn’t squeeze me good. The thought of sticking a plug in her ass and pounding into her pussy while she’s bound is glorious. Shit, why is it I want to start this, but now she doesn’t? I will never fucking understand women.