“No smoking indoors.”
Grease looked like he wanted to throttle him, but it was Vladdy, so even he had to pause.
“I can’t fuckin smoke inside now? What the hell has happened to this club?”
I shrugged. “Nothing’s changed. Haven’t seen anyone try to piss me off recently and we’re still making plenty of money. All good on my end.”
Mac slowly brought out a deck of well-worn cards from their drawer, his eyes darting between my brother and I.
“What the fuck are you doing here with this ol lady?” Grease asked.
I stilled.
“She’s not my old lady.”
Grease grunted. “Sure seems like she thinks she’s your old lady. You let her ride your bike?”
I could feel everyone looking at me.
“Why the fuck do you care who I let on my bike?”
“Because Dad left you this MC. He chose you to run it. And your woman is a reflection of you, Bones. You know this.”
Grease set his chair legs down with a thump.
“There’s some out there who think you’ve gone soft, brother. Who think you’re vulnerable. You won’t take on new recruits. You don’t use any technology. You’re old and set in your ways. People think your territory is ripe for the picking.”
No one said a damn thing. Because the MC Prez was the one who had to defend the honor of the club.
Did anyone agree with him? Mac, Unc, Fizz, Vladdy? Did they think I was weak, too?
“I beat the shit out of the last MC that came around thinking they could encroach on my territory. They can’t.”
“I heard you had a woman sleeping in your room. Not in the whores’ quarters. In your goddamn room, Bones.”
There was irritation crackling up and down my spine. Had I been way too lenient with Polly? I had let her do shit no woman would ever have dared before. No whore had ever dared to even move a fucking chair in the Clubhouse before.
Now there was a latte machine on the counter, sewing on the couch, a painting of a cat on the wall. Evidence of a woman everywhere.
“I want easy pussy. Who doesn’t?”
“Are you sureyouaren’t the pussy here, little brother? Sounds to me like you might be a little bitch in love.”
Prickly cold heat was breaking out all over me.
LovePolly? Of course I didn’t love her.
Being the Prez of Legends MC had always meant not showing a single moment of weakness.
“Polly means nothing to me. I’m planning to send her away soon anyways. Bitch is annoying as hell. I only keep her aroundfor that fat, juicy pussy. She’s just a series of wet holes for me to stick it in.”
CHAPTER 13
Polly
The Christmas present I had made for Abraham slipped through my fingers as I heard his distinctive growl all the way down the hall.
“She’s just a wet hole.”