“You’ve upset Angel! She thinks Storm’s gonna walk away from her. Winter is so f**kin’ strong, and the bitch can lay a motherfucker out. But dammit! She can’t handle anything happening with her sisters!”

I’m seeing red again. I need to calm my f**kin’ cool before I f**kin’ kill this f**ker.

“She’s not gonna leave, brother. Shit! That means you told her everything I told you!”

Whoops. I don’t care. He f**kin’ caused upset.

“And?” I prompt.

“Man, do you ever keep anything to yourself?” he asks, rubbing his jaw more.

“Nope, not when it concerns my Angel or her sisters.”

“Trust me; Storm isn’t going anymore, brother. I need you to believe me. We’re good. We had it out last night. But I’m going off subject because I’m done talking about it. We need to vote for Rap. His prospecting time is over with. It’s time, Prez.”

Ah hell. If that doesn’t make me feel like a f**kin’ horrible prez. It’s my job to keep track of this shit. Not ZZ’s.

“Chapel tonight at 7. Make the calls.”

He nods and walks away.

My non-prepay beeps and I look down to see it’s from Angel. I grin like a f**kin’ kid in a candy store. She says she hates using prepays unless it’s needed.

Angel: She’s not goin anywhere! ☺

I laugh. God I love my Angel.

Me: I’m glad baby love you

Angel: Love you too!

Fuck, I can’t wait to marry my bitch! I look around seeing if I can spot Rap. He needs to know he’s either gettin voted in or not tonight. I like makin them sweat. My eyes quickly find him sitting at the bar with Bom Bom.

“Prospect,” I laugh. “You can get pu**y later. Get your ass over here.”

“Prez,” he greets coming up to me.

“Votes tonight, just thought I would letcha know.” I laugh walking away.

“OH SHIT!”

His response causes me to break out in even more laughter. Oh god, it feels good for the club to be mess free. All that seems to be the problem is ZZ’s love life thank f**k!

Life is f**king great!

Chapter Six

ZZ

I’m sitting in the Chapel listening to all the ‘Yes’ votes for Rap to be patched in. Not one brother has voted no. I wouldn’t suspect anyone to vote against him; he’s a good prospect. He’s given us no trouble and the motherfucker can hold a secret down.

“It’s agreed then. Rap is being patched in. Now, on to more depressing shit. We need a new secretary. Breakneck rest Phil’s soul. I vote Smokey for secretarial. Anyone opposed?”

FUCK! This shit is hard. That’s my pops spot that’s being filled. Dammit, I need a drink and a good lay.

The room agrees all at the same time and all eyes land on me. I don’t speak; I just nod. Braxxon knows that’s my yes, and that’s all he’s gettin outta me at the moment.

“Smokey, first order of your new position, patch on your new patch.”

“Prez,” Smokey agrees.

“Next up. The contractors are meeting up with us at Club Sated for the renovation plans. I will need Max there as well as Smokey. Max, bring our figures with you. Smokey, I will need you there to keep track of dates and time. Don’t be late. It’s tomorrow at 3.”

They agree and normally I would be more into Chapel but the fact that my father was just replaced and my damn daughter is running amok somewhere has me all outta whack. Throw on Storm’s bullshit and I’m all kinds of nutbag crazy.

“ZZ, whens the next charity ride?” I hear Braxxon ask me. It takes me a few moments to shuffle through all the useless bullshit scattered in my brain.

“Three months,” I answer.

“Fuckin awesome. Angel would have my balls if we had somethin planned during the wedding.”

No shit!

“Any news on Travis’s interest in Tatiana?”

My eyes shoot to Braxxon’s. Great f**king question. I look around the room, and all heads shake no. Everyone looks just as disappointed as I feel.

“This shit is unacceptable. We have the f**kin connections this is our f**kin town. Figure the shit out,” he roars. “One of ours is in danger, and ya’ll are f**kin getting nowhere.”

My right hand flings to the cross dangling from my neck. I grip it tightly, beggin for strength not to blow up.

And speaking of my daughter, I cut my look over to Shadow. He won’t look at me. His arms are folded across his chest, and he’s just staring off in the distance. Shit. Last thing I need is a new brother pissed at me. What a great f**kin welcoming brother I am. My ma would have me by the ears if she knew I made that comment to him. Berry is the only woman who knows about Shadows past and his side life. I’m a grown man; I shoulda f**kin known better.

“ZZ what’s up with T? Word around the club is she’s causin ya some mayhem.”

I groan out loud. “Ask Shadow.”

Shadow matches my groan before answering Braxxon. “She’s diggin herself into my side life. That’s what she’s doin. She’s not bein careful about it, and I’m done being her f**kin babysitter!”

“ZZ,” Braxxon growls.

“What? She likes him, and it’s easier for him to follow her around!” I try to justify myself, but I can tell Braxxon doesn’t like the idea that I had Shadow, a patched brother, following her around constantly. He’s cool with just a few times, but usually we have prospects do the babysittin. “And his name is f**kin Shadow for f**ks sake! Half the time I don’t even notice his ass in a room he’s so f**kin quiet!”