“You excited that all our stuff is moved into the new house?” She asks, excitedly.

The new house I almost forgot about. It’s not actually new. It’s just a different house that doesn’t have shit memories of our friends being murdered in it.

“I guess,” I murmur filling the last beer mug.

“You excited about your date tonight?”

What’s with the twenty questions? Is she high on something? I look over and shake my head at her pupils being the size of pinholes.

“You took a happy pill,” I laugh at her.

“Something like that. I know I can’t stop talking,” she giggles. “It’s my night off, and I practically live here anyways. Thought I would come see what was going on. Tired of being followed by a brother when I go somewhere.”

I understand that. With the damn Gunners after Tatiana, everyone is on edge. But Tatiana keeps evading every single club member. I actually need to talk to her about that somehow. I wanna know the secret. I also wanna know what the hell she’s up too.

“Need some help?” she asks grabbing one of the trays.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime sis,” she smiles walking towards the tables lined with contractors, club members, and Winter.

“Good glad you both are here. Sit for just a second,” Winter gestures us.

I nod.

“What is a must have in the rooms you’ll get stuck in during Lockdown?” she leans in and whispers.

Good question.

“A few things,” Piper starts rattling off, and I happen to agree with all of them. “A window, a closet, and a bathroom with a tub, not just a shower, and a small kitchen area would be nice too, but beggars can’t be choosy.”

“Excellent… thanks sis,” Winter mumbles scribbling down what Piper just said.

“Damn needy women,” Braxxon growls playfully, causing Winter’s head to snap up from her paper.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you. Needy? You stick women in a filth hole for sometimes months at a time and wonder why the f**k they’re so bitchy?”

“Point taken; go on,” he gestures to her paper.

“That’s what I thought,” she teases.

“Yes, happy women mean lots of sex,” Piper pipes up and Braxxon grabs her by the cheeks, staring into her eyes before laughing and shaking his head.

“I knew she was extra chatty for a reason,” he laughs some more.

“Bite me,” she smirks back before standing and walking away.

“Well, I gotta get back to work so… is that all you needed Winter?” I ask while I stand.

“Yeah, thank you,” she mumbles.

She never looks up. She’s bound and determined to get this all done as quickly as possible.

“Storm, can I talk with you for just a minute?” ZZ asks.

“Of course.”

I follow him over to a secluded area. He’s got his damn shades on again. I hate when he wears them. I can’t read his eyes, only his facial expressions.

“I was wonderin if you could reach out to Tatiana and try to get her talkin. She calls to let me know she’s alright and shit, but I’m still f**kin outta my mind with worry.”

I lean up against the wall and tuck my hands into my pockets, letting out a breath that moves my bangs outta my eyes.

“She’s still evading the members?” I ask.

“Yep. We could find her easily, but if I do get a hold of her, I’m gonna lock her ass up in a room and drive us both crazy mad. I’m tryin to give her space. This shit is hard when you’re only thirteen years older than your damn kid.” ZZ sighs running his hand through his hair frustrated.

“I’m sorry,” I say honestly.

“Not your fault darlin she’s just a pain in the ass. Look… I just need you to try and get her to hang out here freely. Somewhere we can see her and not make her feel as if we’re takin away her damn freedom again. She’s already staying home for school and enrolled into that business program you’re in. I’m not tryin to make her rebel even more.”

You can tell ZZ’s gas tank is running on low, and his warning fuel light is about to come on. He looks dangerously close to losing his shit.

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. I’ll talk to Winter and see if we can get Tatiana more involved in the wedding plans. Most women love doing that shit.”

Mason studies me for a moment before commenting.

“You don’t look like you love wedding shit.”

I smile. “Looks can be deceiving ass**le.”

“Such a pretty mouth to be callin me an ass**le with, darlin,” he chuckles moving closer to me.

Oh no, he doesn’t!

I scoot along the wall as far as I can get away from him.

“Says the beautiful man that spouts off such nasty shit,” I taunt back.

His nose crinkles a little before his mouth forms into a big smile.

“But darlin this beautiful man who spouts off such nasty shit can back up those nasty vile words that come outta his mouth.”

His nearness is catching my body on fire, and when he reaches up to swipe my bangs to the side and outta my eyes, I shiver.

“So you admit that you’re indeed a beautiful man,” I croak.

ZZ leans into me. “If you think I’m beautiful darlin, you should see my cock. It isn’t so beautiful baby; it’s lined with a Jacobs Ladder, and when I’m rammin into a woman, do you think she’s thinkin’ about me being beautiful?”