She drives me f**king crazy!

“ZZ, quit harassing my manager,” Winter interrupts our little tirade, and I can’t get pissed because my President is right beside her as they walk up.

“You seen Pyro?” Braxxon asks.

“Naw Prez sorry,” I say truthfully. Pyro has been MIA since the woman he loved was killed a few weeks ago. Her name was Lana, and she was the sweetest f**king thing to walk this earth. She was also Winter’s best friend.

“Shit I can’t even locate my f**king VP,” Braxxon curses. “I’m gathering a few of the brothers to collect from the pipeline. You’re coming too. We need more. Angel here has some more businesses she wants to open.”

I don’t know why we need to go dig up more gold. Angel, which is Winter’s nickname, is a f**king millionaire too. She’s inherited one hundred and twelve million dollars that her mother has left her, and her mother ain’t even dead. She’s just hiding from Winter’s mafia family. She’s Russian and just so happens to be a mafia princess and her mother’s bloodline is of royalty. And about these businesses, what’s she trying to do? Become too busy?

“More businesses?” I ask.

“Yep,” Winter answers. “I’m gonna own what you guys don’t own of this town. You know why? Because then we will own every single f**king inch of it. The next person to cross us won’t have shit left when we’re done with them. And then I’ll move on to the next town over too.”

And there she is. Braxxon’s hell’s Angel. She’s went through so much shit, she’s bound and determined to control every aspect of her life, and I can’t blame her.

“Ain’t she f**king perfect,” Braxxon smiles as he yanks her to him and kissing her hard. “So anyways, we need lots more money. I ain’t having Angel pay for f**king everything when we’ve got the means too.”

How the hell could they go through one hundred and twelve million dollars?

“That’s a lot of money to have plans for.” I frown.

“Don’t be silly ZZ, what I have planned won’t use a tenth of my money. Braxx here just has a complex about helping me do it,” Winter laughs.

“Of course I have a f**king complex about it. You’re doing this to better our family so why the f**k would I want you doing that without the club’s help? We are all family,” Braxxon growls getting upset.

“Do I need to take you to my office?” Winter coos at him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he obviously answers.

“Ma’am!” She yells shoving him away. Winter hates being called ma’am because she’s only twenty-two. Braxxon picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, and takes off without a goodbye.

“I know now that staying was the right decision.” Storm laughs beside me.

She has my full attention now. “You were planning on leaving? Why?”

“I don’t know. I just was. I only planned on staying until Winter could heal up emotionally and then I planned on leaving. But she offered me friendship, family, a secure job and to pay for my schooling. I could never leave her now. I would feel like I’ve lost something. I belong here,” she finishes in a hushed whisper like she didn’t want me hearing that last part.

But she’s right. Storm does belong here. Fuck does she.

“How much longer are you gonna keep withstanding me, darlin?”

Storm stands up straight and grabs the clipboard off the bar before answering me. And what she says blows my f**king mind wide open.

“Just until you fall in love with me,” she says seriously.

Love? “I don’t fall in love, baby.”

She slowly backs away smiling. “Oh, but you will and it’ll be with me,” she says with a wink.

Fuck Me.

Chapter Two

ZZ

Six Weeks Later

Fuck if I ain’t pissed off. Since Pyro’s been off on his healing quest shit, I’ve been stuck doing VP shit. Don’t get me wrong, I’d do anything for my brothers. But I’m worn the hell out. Between monitoring gold digging, Tatiana’s college shit, and Ma still grieving over dad’s death, I feel like I’m an eighty-year-old man. I mean for f**ks sake, I can’t even get my dick up. Every time I try f**king a woman I see Storm’s face, and it ruins it when I remember I’m about to stick my c**k into someone other than her. I don’t know why she just doesn’t put us both outta our f**king misery and just give that pu**y up already. I mean a few sweet f**ks, and it’ll be over.

“Jesus I need to get laid,” I groan sitting on the couch in the community room watching Bom Bom play on the pole. If I haven’t tapped that shit so many times, it might’ve worked to clear my head of Storm. But Bom Bom’s pu**y is old pu**y, which makes it boring pu**y. She can sure suck a c**k though and just when I’m about to order her down to do just that, my damn daughter comes stomping into the clubhouse followed by a very pissed off Shadow.

“Dad call off your brother,” she seethes.

Dammit, I’m not in the mood for this shit. She’s going to kill me, that daughter of mine. Tatiana flops down in front of me. Shadow stands beside the couch with his arms crossed looking like he might burst at any damn moment.

“Baby… I’m not in the mood for any bullshit.”

“Don’t baby me daddy… he’s ruining my damn life!” She screeches.

“Will someone please tell me what the f**k is going on without all the damn dramatics? I’ve got a splittin’ headache,” I groan rubbing my temples.