Withstanding Me
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“I’ll send the photos to your prepay. Have my money delivered to me.” Juan says, waiting for me to hang up.
“I’ll send a prospect.”
I hang up the phone as Braxxon shuts the door behind us.
“What did Juan say?” Braxxon asks.
“Five hits and they’re from the east. He’s sending photos to my phone.”
Braxxon nods and reopens the door leading to the courtyard, motioning for a prospect. Once the prospect comes in, Braxxon closes the door.
“Prez.” He greets.
Braxxon starts firing off as he digs out money from his wallet. “Take this money to the location I’m about to text your prepay. Follow the instructions I send with the text.”
The prospect takes the money with a nod and starts walking off as Braxxon starts rapid texting from his prepay.
My phone dings and I take a deep breath to see who is all on the hit list.
“Storm.” I click. “Winter.” Click. “Tatiana.” I growl and click again. “Piper.” Click. Fuck! “Ma.”
“What are the damn odds Prez that the five main women of the f**kin club are on a f**kin hit list?” I yell.
“I don’t think it has anything to do with the club, brother.” He says opening the door again and calling for Winter.
“What do you mean?”
“I think it has everything to do with Angel. I think that whoever wants Angel dead wants whoever she hangs with dead too.” He answers back as Winter shuts the door behind her.
“What babe?” She frowns as she notices his facial expression.
“The hits from the east coast. Show her your phone, brother.”
I do as he says and hand Winter my phone. I watch as she clicks through the five photos, a scowl developing on her face.
“I’m so f**kin sorry ZZ,” she croaks, handing me back my phone.
“Call your uncle Angel. Now!” Braxxon orders.
“Don’t f**kin take that tone with me! Of course, I’m gonna call that f**ker.” She yells at him.
I leave them to argue. I need to talk to my girls. I walk back outside and motion for my mom, daughter, Piper, and Storm. They all stop talking and make their way into the building. They look at me in confusion as we pass Braxxon and Winter arguing back and forth like they’re already f**kin married.
“Sit down, all four of you.” I growl motioning to the couches. I’ve set my tone mean on purpose. I want them to take this shit f**kin seriously.
I take a deep breath and cross my arms. The look I want to give them needs to be f**kin menacing. They need to know I’m deadly serious.
“Dad?” Tatiana croaks.
I’m about to speak when Winter walks over to us. “Change of plans, wedding will be here.” And she walks away.
Thank f**k! That was one more worry I had with this f**kin hit.
“Son, spit the shit out. I need to get back with the children.” My ma sighs, already exasperated with me.
“The hit is on the four of you and Winter. It’s probably a Russian Mafia hit, so take this shit seriously. It has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with Winter knowin you. I mean it. You better take this shit seriously. Piper and Storm, your shifts at Club Sated will be heavily guarded. You won’t f**kin leave this compound without at least three club members, got me?”
I wait for them to nod their heads in understanding before I continue.
“Tatiana, I swear I will f**kin tan your ass if you leave without at least three men at any time. Do you f**kin get me kid?”
“Yeah dad, I understand.” She whispers wiping a tear from her eye. Everyone hates when lockdown gets even heavier. Not to mention someone wants her dead. Hate to say it but I’m glad my kid is crying. It means she understands.
“Ma,” I begin to say and she holds up her hand.
“I won’t leave without James.” She answers.
“Fuckinfanstic.”
***
Chapter 13
It’s a Breakneck Wedding Chapter
Part One
Storm
I watch as Winter and Braxxon exchange their vowels. The wedding so far has gone off without a hitch. The guest list did get cut in half due to the lockdown because Braxxon made Winter compromise. Either get married by the Justice of Peace or cut the guest list down. The rehearsal was hilarious. Picture getting a bunch of biker men trying to line up and walk the right person down the aisle. Funny shit. I’ve never seen Winter get so red in the face. She was clearly frustrated with them and trying not to blow a lid. I love the color scheme she picked out though. It screams Breakneck, red and black everything, even the roses and her dress match.
The preacher says you may now kiss your bride, and Braxxon literally jerks Winter to him roughly and ascends an assault on her. The guests laugh and cheer as he continues to tongue her to death in front of everyone. The preacher sighs and calmly folds his bible up waiting for them to finish so that he may announce them. Finally, Winter slaps Braxxon’s shoulder, and he lets go of her. I look over at ZZ to find him watching me…
***
ZZ
My palms are f**kin sweatin like a motherfucker right now. In just a minute, I’ll have to escort Storm down the aisle. I don’t need to get a boner in this damn tuxedo. I’m still pissed off Winter made us wear this shit. I’m a f**kin biker; we don’t wear tuxedos. Thank f**k we’re allowed to change for the reception. My mind goes back to Storm. Beautiful, hot, sexy Storm. I’ve made my mind up that she also looks f**kin delicious in red. Sinfully f**kin delicious, like an apple. Just like her name. You know when you look at a plump, fresh apple, and your mouth starts watering as your mind thinks about how f**king good it is? Storm looks like that right now. Fuck yeah she does.
“I’ll send a prospect.”
I hang up the phone as Braxxon shuts the door behind us.
“What did Juan say?” Braxxon asks.
“Five hits and they’re from the east. He’s sending photos to my phone.”
Braxxon nods and reopens the door leading to the courtyard, motioning for a prospect. Once the prospect comes in, Braxxon closes the door.
“Prez.” He greets.
Braxxon starts firing off as he digs out money from his wallet. “Take this money to the location I’m about to text your prepay. Follow the instructions I send with the text.”
The prospect takes the money with a nod and starts walking off as Braxxon starts rapid texting from his prepay.
My phone dings and I take a deep breath to see who is all on the hit list.
“Storm.” I click. “Winter.” Click. “Tatiana.” I growl and click again. “Piper.” Click. Fuck! “Ma.”
“What are the damn odds Prez that the five main women of the f**kin club are on a f**kin hit list?” I yell.
“I don’t think it has anything to do with the club, brother.” He says opening the door again and calling for Winter.
“What do you mean?”
“I think it has everything to do with Angel. I think that whoever wants Angel dead wants whoever she hangs with dead too.” He answers back as Winter shuts the door behind her.
“What babe?” She frowns as she notices his facial expression.
“The hits from the east coast. Show her your phone, brother.”
I do as he says and hand Winter my phone. I watch as she clicks through the five photos, a scowl developing on her face.
“I’m so f**kin sorry ZZ,” she croaks, handing me back my phone.
“Call your uncle Angel. Now!” Braxxon orders.
“Don’t f**kin take that tone with me! Of course, I’m gonna call that f**ker.” She yells at him.
I leave them to argue. I need to talk to my girls. I walk back outside and motion for my mom, daughter, Piper, and Storm. They all stop talking and make their way into the building. They look at me in confusion as we pass Braxxon and Winter arguing back and forth like they’re already f**kin married.
“Sit down, all four of you.” I growl motioning to the couches. I’ve set my tone mean on purpose. I want them to take this shit f**kin seriously.
I take a deep breath and cross my arms. The look I want to give them needs to be f**kin menacing. They need to know I’m deadly serious.
“Dad?” Tatiana croaks.
I’m about to speak when Winter walks over to us. “Change of plans, wedding will be here.” And she walks away.
Thank f**k! That was one more worry I had with this f**kin hit.
“Son, spit the shit out. I need to get back with the children.” My ma sighs, already exasperated with me.
“The hit is on the four of you and Winter. It’s probably a Russian Mafia hit, so take this shit seriously. It has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with Winter knowin you. I mean it. You better take this shit seriously. Piper and Storm, your shifts at Club Sated will be heavily guarded. You won’t f**kin leave this compound without at least three club members, got me?”
I wait for them to nod their heads in understanding before I continue.
“Tatiana, I swear I will f**kin tan your ass if you leave without at least three men at any time. Do you f**kin get me kid?”
“Yeah dad, I understand.” She whispers wiping a tear from her eye. Everyone hates when lockdown gets even heavier. Not to mention someone wants her dead. Hate to say it but I’m glad my kid is crying. It means she understands.
“Ma,” I begin to say and she holds up her hand.
“I won’t leave without James.” She answers.
“Fuckinfanstic.”
***
Chapter 13
It’s a Breakneck Wedding Chapter
Part One
Storm
I watch as Winter and Braxxon exchange their vowels. The wedding so far has gone off without a hitch. The guest list did get cut in half due to the lockdown because Braxxon made Winter compromise. Either get married by the Justice of Peace or cut the guest list down. The rehearsal was hilarious. Picture getting a bunch of biker men trying to line up and walk the right person down the aisle. Funny shit. I’ve never seen Winter get so red in the face. She was clearly frustrated with them and trying not to blow a lid. I love the color scheme she picked out though. It screams Breakneck, red and black everything, even the roses and her dress match.
The preacher says you may now kiss your bride, and Braxxon literally jerks Winter to him roughly and ascends an assault on her. The guests laugh and cheer as he continues to tongue her to death in front of everyone. The preacher sighs and calmly folds his bible up waiting for them to finish so that he may announce them. Finally, Winter slaps Braxxon’s shoulder, and he lets go of her. I look over at ZZ to find him watching me…
***
ZZ
My palms are f**kin sweatin like a motherfucker right now. In just a minute, I’ll have to escort Storm down the aisle. I don’t need to get a boner in this damn tuxedo. I’m still pissed off Winter made us wear this shit. I’m a f**kin biker; we don’t wear tuxedos. Thank f**k we’re allowed to change for the reception. My mind goes back to Storm. Beautiful, hot, sexy Storm. I’ve made my mind up that she also looks f**kin delicious in red. Sinfully f**kin delicious, like an apple. Just like her name. You know when you look at a plump, fresh apple, and your mouth starts watering as your mind thinks about how f**king good it is? Storm looks like that right now. Fuck yeah she does.
