Withstanding Me
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Winter unravels tubes of plans and starts passing them around the table.
“These are plans for a new club,” she says simply.
“THE FUCK,” I roar while yanking my copy from her.
“ZZ,” Braxxon warns.
“No, no I want to build a bigger clubhouse with more room. Get the families above ground when on lockdown. See here,” she points to a spot on the plans. “That will be made outta concrete and steel. No bullets getting through that shit. The windows will be bulletproof as well. There will also be a built in fire extinguishing system. I bought the surrounding lots and they start demolishing them this weekend. They won’t start building until you vote it in. The main clubhouse we’re in won’t be touched other than putting in bulletproof glass. The other building with the quad in the middle is for the families. They hate being on lockdown and this way they’ll be safe and still be able to get fresh air in the quad. Basically, it’s just heavy duty expanding,” she explains.
Pyro sits up straight, and it’s the first time he looks like he’s actually paying attention to what’s going on around him. “You have my vote. Maybe if we had this shit Lana would still be alive,” he says.
Winter pats Pyro’s hand. “I know,” she agrees.
“This shit looks expensive prez,” Max grumbles.
“Angel and I are getting married. Our funds are our own to do with what we want. We have plenty of money, hell maybe even an unlimited supply. Our gold is still coming up strong, and Angel wants to do this for her family. Are you gonna deny my Angel the peace of mind she’s begging us for?” He asks tipping his head with a silent warning.
“Look guys,” she says getting serious. “I’m not trying to overstep any of you. We’ve all been through hell the last couple of months and I hate sending the family away when shit gets heated. A number of things can go wrong while they travel or while they’re gone. This building will be worth it,” she chuckles shaking her head before her next words. “Ya’ll can still have your clubhouse, your man space; this new building is for peace of mind and the family.”
“How much is this gonna cost?” I ask while looking at these plans. I admit they’re badass. Winter snaps her fingers to gain my attention to hers.
“Money is nothing; family is everything,” she says. Well f**k if that doesn’t get my vote when she puts it that way.
“Votes,” Braxxon says. And the brothers all put in their votes with no hesitation.
“Alright I got phone calls to make to get this shit rollin’. Thanks babes,” Winter says before kissing Braxxon and taking her copy of the plans with her. She stops at the door. “Plans get locked into the safe before y’all leave this room,” she points.
“Yes Angel,” Braxxon coos. She’s got him by his balls.
When the door shuts behind Winter, the look on Braxxon face goes from lovey dovey shit to the scary motherfucker that most fear.
“Angel has plans to take our family to the next level. Nothing’s detouring her; her side of the business is all legit. We do the illegal shit, but keep my baby outta it. I want her name to stay clear. So if she needs help or does something illegal, make it so that she gets no blowback. Understand?”
The room nods, as do I.
“She’s tearing down Burgers and Fries,” Hammer grumbles causing the room to erupt into an uproar of laughter.
The room settles after a few minutes and shit gets serious again.
“Travis has his eyes set on our Tatiana. Shadow caught her out to lunch with him just an hour ago. He wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t even know he was president of an MC. The little bastard is up to something and he’s got one of ours in his sights. Pyro sober the f**k up, get a hold of Juan, and see what you can find out. It’s time you step back into your VP shoes bro. Enough is enough. Winter was her best friend, her sister and she’s moving on protecting the ones we still have. I expect you to do the same f**king thing.”
Pyro nods and scoots the bottle of whiskey away. It’s about f**king time.
“We already own most of Jamaica, Nevada. It’s time we take the rest of it too,” Braxxon says before slamming down the gavel dismissing us.
Chapter Three
Cross POV
ZZ
The only time I wish I were the VP of Breakneck is right now. The shit Pyro is taking care of involves my daughter, and I’m stuck waiting on what he finds out from Juan. I’m in no f**king mood to play around, so when I walk into Club Sated to get my eye f**k fix, I see red when I see Mira arguing with Storm. I hate that bitch! What mother wants nothing to do with her daughter? The bitch was good for only one thing, giving me my daughter.
As I reach the heated women, I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, and she shakes me off. Jesus!
“What’s happenin’ here?” I smirk, crossing my arms.
“Your bitch of a baby momma wants a job, and I said f**k no. I’ll discriminate all I want against a piece of shit mother,” Storm seethes.
Storm has momma issues as well, but what she says is true. Mira is a piece of shit mother. Her womb was the only good thing that came to our relationship.
“Mira… you have literally five f**king seconds before I have the bodyguards escort you out.” I stand up straight and nod. Two of the guards come strolling up. “Take this bitch and don’t let her back in.”
“Mason Allen Dillan, you can’t f**king do this! I’m the mother of your daughter,” Mira screams and I groan with her using my given name.
“These are plans for a new club,” she says simply.
“THE FUCK,” I roar while yanking my copy from her.
“ZZ,” Braxxon warns.
“No, no I want to build a bigger clubhouse with more room. Get the families above ground when on lockdown. See here,” she points to a spot on the plans. “That will be made outta concrete and steel. No bullets getting through that shit. The windows will be bulletproof as well. There will also be a built in fire extinguishing system. I bought the surrounding lots and they start demolishing them this weekend. They won’t start building until you vote it in. The main clubhouse we’re in won’t be touched other than putting in bulletproof glass. The other building with the quad in the middle is for the families. They hate being on lockdown and this way they’ll be safe and still be able to get fresh air in the quad. Basically, it’s just heavy duty expanding,” she explains.
Pyro sits up straight, and it’s the first time he looks like he’s actually paying attention to what’s going on around him. “You have my vote. Maybe if we had this shit Lana would still be alive,” he says.
Winter pats Pyro’s hand. “I know,” she agrees.
“This shit looks expensive prez,” Max grumbles.
“Angel and I are getting married. Our funds are our own to do with what we want. We have plenty of money, hell maybe even an unlimited supply. Our gold is still coming up strong, and Angel wants to do this for her family. Are you gonna deny my Angel the peace of mind she’s begging us for?” He asks tipping his head with a silent warning.
“Look guys,” she says getting serious. “I’m not trying to overstep any of you. We’ve all been through hell the last couple of months and I hate sending the family away when shit gets heated. A number of things can go wrong while they travel or while they’re gone. This building will be worth it,” she chuckles shaking her head before her next words. “Ya’ll can still have your clubhouse, your man space; this new building is for peace of mind and the family.”
“How much is this gonna cost?” I ask while looking at these plans. I admit they’re badass. Winter snaps her fingers to gain my attention to hers.
“Money is nothing; family is everything,” she says. Well f**k if that doesn’t get my vote when she puts it that way.
“Votes,” Braxxon says. And the brothers all put in their votes with no hesitation.
“Alright I got phone calls to make to get this shit rollin’. Thanks babes,” Winter says before kissing Braxxon and taking her copy of the plans with her. She stops at the door. “Plans get locked into the safe before y’all leave this room,” she points.
“Yes Angel,” Braxxon coos. She’s got him by his balls.
When the door shuts behind Winter, the look on Braxxon face goes from lovey dovey shit to the scary motherfucker that most fear.
“Angel has plans to take our family to the next level. Nothing’s detouring her; her side of the business is all legit. We do the illegal shit, but keep my baby outta it. I want her name to stay clear. So if she needs help or does something illegal, make it so that she gets no blowback. Understand?”
The room nods, as do I.
“She’s tearing down Burgers and Fries,” Hammer grumbles causing the room to erupt into an uproar of laughter.
The room settles after a few minutes and shit gets serious again.
“Travis has his eyes set on our Tatiana. Shadow caught her out to lunch with him just an hour ago. He wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t even know he was president of an MC. The little bastard is up to something and he’s got one of ours in his sights. Pyro sober the f**k up, get a hold of Juan, and see what you can find out. It’s time you step back into your VP shoes bro. Enough is enough. Winter was her best friend, her sister and she’s moving on protecting the ones we still have. I expect you to do the same f**king thing.”
Pyro nods and scoots the bottle of whiskey away. It’s about f**king time.
“We already own most of Jamaica, Nevada. It’s time we take the rest of it too,” Braxxon says before slamming down the gavel dismissing us.
Chapter Three
Cross POV
ZZ
The only time I wish I were the VP of Breakneck is right now. The shit Pyro is taking care of involves my daughter, and I’m stuck waiting on what he finds out from Juan. I’m in no f**king mood to play around, so when I walk into Club Sated to get my eye f**k fix, I see red when I see Mira arguing with Storm. I hate that bitch! What mother wants nothing to do with her daughter? The bitch was good for only one thing, giving me my daughter.
As I reach the heated women, I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, and she shakes me off. Jesus!
“What’s happenin’ here?” I smirk, crossing my arms.
“Your bitch of a baby momma wants a job, and I said f**k no. I’ll discriminate all I want against a piece of shit mother,” Storm seethes.
Storm has momma issues as well, but what she says is true. Mira is a piece of shit mother. Her womb was the only good thing that came to our relationship.
“Mira… you have literally five f**king seconds before I have the bodyguards escort you out.” I stand up straight and nod. Two of the guards come strolling up. “Take this bitch and don’t let her back in.”
“Mason Allen Dillan, you can’t f**king do this! I’m the mother of your daughter,” Mira screams and I groan with her using my given name.
