Withstanding Me
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“Get this shit, brother. I was out running club errands when I stop at a stop sign, and I just so happen to look inside that damn ma and pop restaurant and see your daughter dining with none other than Travis,” Shadow says quirking his brow at Tatiana.
“THE FUCK!” I roar standing up. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Son of a bitch.
“Daddy what’s the big deal?” She cries.
“The big deal?” Fuck this day just keeps getting better and better. “The big deal, my f**kin’ irresponsible daughter, is that Travis is the new president for the Gunners!” Jesus Christ, Braxxon is going to kill me. The Gunners are one of our many rival clubs, and the old President raped Winter.
“He wasn’t wearing a cut,” she exclaims. “I didn’t know!”
Motherfucker! He’s set his sights on my daughter. This is the same f**ker who said he wanted peace after he took Snake’s position in the club. I knew it wouldn’t be quiet for very long. Looks like Travis is turning into a man just like Snake. A sneaky little bastard.
“Stay the f**k far away from him Tatiana. I ain’t playin’ god dammit! And shit baby, even if he wasn’t our rival, he’s your daddy’s age. Not cool baby girl,” I say trying to calm myself down as her eyes tear up. Breaks my heart making her cry, but damn if she isn’t going to give me a heart attack.
She nods an okay as she wipes a lone tear running down her cheek. I motion for Shadow to follow me into the Chapel outta my daughter’s hearing range.
“Stay on her Shadow. I don’t trust the prospects; she’ll lose them if she wants and take off to god knows where. She’s done it before. I’m trusting you, brother.”
Shadow smirks and nods before walking back out to my daughter. I have so many damn problems with that child right now. First, her and Shadow have this built up bullshit, and I know he’s fighting his attraction towards my daughter because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked. Secondly, my baby is enrolling into business management too, following Storm’s lead.
Instead of going off to college to be a doctor or a nurse, she’s f**king staying here for business management. Thirdly, her mother is back after eighteen years and lastly, now I gotta worry about a f**king rival bein’ interested in my kid. Hell to the god damn no.
I dig out my prepay and quickly dial Braxxon. This shit is too big to put on hold.
“Breaker,” he snaps into the other end of the phone.
“Prez, we gotta f**king problem, brother.”
“Fuck, it doesn’t stay quiet for long. Lemme’ hear it,” he growls.
“Shadow caught Tatiana at the ma and pop restaurant with Travis, and he wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t know who he was man.”
“Jesus Christ!” He roars before quieting down. “Is she alright?”
I take a deep breath. “Yeah but he wasn’t wearing his cut, brother,” I repeat.
“Ain’t no more sunshine for them. Fuckin’ riptide them motherfuckers. They wanted peace and fluffy f**kin’ clouds, rainbows and sunshine and shit my ass,” he cackles.
When Braxxon cackles like that, bastards should run far, far away, but put us together, times that fear by a f**kin’ hundred cuz’ we didn’t grow up together not learnin’ nothin’.
“Well shit… Angel and I are headed that way. Get one of the prospects to call in the brothers. We’ll discuss this in the Chapel. Angel be sittin’ in with us. We got shit to discuss with ya’ll.”
“Prez,” I acknowledge and wait for the sound of the click. You always wait for that damn click; if not you’re disrespecting your prez if you hang up first. We may have grew up in diapers together and learned how to f**k women together, but that don’t mean shit when it comes to respecting the patch.
I hear the click and walk back out to the community room, and let Rap know to call in the brothers. I also tell him to lock Tatiana in my apartment so she can’t sneak away while Shadow’s in Chapel with us.
“Pyro!” Creamy screams. Creamy is another one of the damn muffler bunnies that hang out. The bitch is practically family; she’s been around with all the brothers. I look up, and sure enough, it’s the missing f**king VP.
“Chapel,” I growl. Yeah he’s my VP, but damn I’m worn the f**k out from doing his job. Pyro grabs a bottle of whiskey off the bar, completely ignores Creamy, and walks right into the Chapel without a word. I’m sure when the son of a bitch gets his wits back, he’s gonna check my ass for that barking order.
“Rap,” I point to Tatiana while he calls in the brothers on his prepay. He snags my protesting daughter up by the arm and starts dragging her off, and I chuckle as she tries prying away from him.
“Your damn daughter’s gonna kill me,” Shadow murmurs walking past me.
I groan as I rub my hands down my face. I don’t need him gettin’ all damn attached to her. Shit ain’t right. I put those thoughts in the back of my mind for another day.
***
I wait as Winter sits on Braxxon’s lap with a bunch of plans rolled up, and the other brothers start sitting. Once everyone is in the Chapel and the doors close, Braxxon slams down the gavel as the guys look back and forth between Winter and Braxxon. We’ve never had a woman in one of our church meetings before so this should be interesting.
“Angel is only in here for the first bit. She needs us to vote on something; after that, she’ll leave,” Braxxon smirks running his hands through her hair.
“THE FUCK!” I roar standing up. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Son of a bitch.
“Daddy what’s the big deal?” She cries.
“The big deal?” Fuck this day just keeps getting better and better. “The big deal, my f**kin’ irresponsible daughter, is that Travis is the new president for the Gunners!” Jesus Christ, Braxxon is going to kill me. The Gunners are one of our many rival clubs, and the old President raped Winter.
“He wasn’t wearing a cut,” she exclaims. “I didn’t know!”
Motherfucker! He’s set his sights on my daughter. This is the same f**ker who said he wanted peace after he took Snake’s position in the club. I knew it wouldn’t be quiet for very long. Looks like Travis is turning into a man just like Snake. A sneaky little bastard.
“Stay the f**k far away from him Tatiana. I ain’t playin’ god dammit! And shit baby, even if he wasn’t our rival, he’s your daddy’s age. Not cool baby girl,” I say trying to calm myself down as her eyes tear up. Breaks my heart making her cry, but damn if she isn’t going to give me a heart attack.
She nods an okay as she wipes a lone tear running down her cheek. I motion for Shadow to follow me into the Chapel outta my daughter’s hearing range.
“Stay on her Shadow. I don’t trust the prospects; she’ll lose them if she wants and take off to god knows where. She’s done it before. I’m trusting you, brother.”
Shadow smirks and nods before walking back out to my daughter. I have so many damn problems with that child right now. First, her and Shadow have this built up bullshit, and I know he’s fighting his attraction towards my daughter because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked. Secondly, my baby is enrolling into business management too, following Storm’s lead.
Instead of going off to college to be a doctor or a nurse, she’s f**king staying here for business management. Thirdly, her mother is back after eighteen years and lastly, now I gotta worry about a f**king rival bein’ interested in my kid. Hell to the god damn no.
I dig out my prepay and quickly dial Braxxon. This shit is too big to put on hold.
“Breaker,” he snaps into the other end of the phone.
“Prez, we gotta f**king problem, brother.”
“Fuck, it doesn’t stay quiet for long. Lemme’ hear it,” he growls.
“Shadow caught Tatiana at the ma and pop restaurant with Travis, and he wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t know who he was man.”
“Jesus Christ!” He roars before quieting down. “Is she alright?”
I take a deep breath. “Yeah but he wasn’t wearing his cut, brother,” I repeat.
“Ain’t no more sunshine for them. Fuckin’ riptide them motherfuckers. They wanted peace and fluffy f**kin’ clouds, rainbows and sunshine and shit my ass,” he cackles.
When Braxxon cackles like that, bastards should run far, far away, but put us together, times that fear by a f**kin’ hundred cuz’ we didn’t grow up together not learnin’ nothin’.
“Well shit… Angel and I are headed that way. Get one of the prospects to call in the brothers. We’ll discuss this in the Chapel. Angel be sittin’ in with us. We got shit to discuss with ya’ll.”
“Prez,” I acknowledge and wait for the sound of the click. You always wait for that damn click; if not you’re disrespecting your prez if you hang up first. We may have grew up in diapers together and learned how to f**k women together, but that don’t mean shit when it comes to respecting the patch.
I hear the click and walk back out to the community room, and let Rap know to call in the brothers. I also tell him to lock Tatiana in my apartment so she can’t sneak away while Shadow’s in Chapel with us.
“Pyro!” Creamy screams. Creamy is another one of the damn muffler bunnies that hang out. The bitch is practically family; she’s been around with all the brothers. I look up, and sure enough, it’s the missing f**king VP.
“Chapel,” I growl. Yeah he’s my VP, but damn I’m worn the f**k out from doing his job. Pyro grabs a bottle of whiskey off the bar, completely ignores Creamy, and walks right into the Chapel without a word. I’m sure when the son of a bitch gets his wits back, he’s gonna check my ass for that barking order.
“Rap,” I point to Tatiana while he calls in the brothers on his prepay. He snags my protesting daughter up by the arm and starts dragging her off, and I chuckle as she tries prying away from him.
“Your damn daughter’s gonna kill me,” Shadow murmurs walking past me.
I groan as I rub my hands down my face. I don’t need him gettin’ all damn attached to her. Shit ain’t right. I put those thoughts in the back of my mind for another day.
***
I wait as Winter sits on Braxxon’s lap with a bunch of plans rolled up, and the other brothers start sitting. Once everyone is in the Chapel and the doors close, Braxxon slams down the gavel as the guys look back and forth between Winter and Braxxon. We’ve never had a woman in one of our church meetings before so this should be interesting.
“Angel is only in here for the first bit. She needs us to vote on something; after that, she’ll leave,” Braxxon smirks running his hands through her hair.
