Stoney's Property (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 1) Page 11

  “I don’t fuckin’ know. She was fine when we left the house and by the time she hit your bike, she was acting like this,” I say.

  “What’s going on?” Momma B asks as she makes her way over to us. Glancing at Rachel, her eyes widened. “Damnit, how could I forget,” she yells and takes off for the kitchen.

  Neither Tracker nor I move from where we’re standing next to the bar. Rachel is all but pouring with sweat and shivering like it’s ten below right now.

  Momma B runs back toward us with an orange juice and a Hershey bar in hand. “Why do you need that?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

  “Because Rachel’s a diabetic,” she says, placing the juice down on the bar and opening the candy. Tearing a piece off, she slips it into Rachel's mouth and orders her to eat it.

  “Damn, how the hell did I forget she was a diabetic?” Tracker says as he runs his fingers through his hair.

  “Because this is the first time it’s happened to her since being here,” Momma B says softly.

  “How come she didn’t remind any of us?” I ask.

  “I’m sorry, Stoney,” Momma B murmurs as she feeds another piece to Rachel. “I need you to sit her up on the stool. She needs to drink this juice.”

  “Doesn’t she have medicine she takes?” Tracker asks, glancing at me.

  “I haven’t noticed her taking any meds, but she did tell me she was allergic to peanuts after I’d looked at her like she was crazy for asking if the Chinese place used peanut oil or cooked all their foods in the same pan,” I mutter.

  “Yeah, I remember her being allergic to peanuts. Dad had to take her to the emergency room the first time that happened. Her entire throat closed up and she struggled to breath,” Tracker states before stiffening. “Wait a minute, did you say she hit my fuckin’ bike?”

  “Yep,” I grin.

  “Fuck, Rach sucks at driving. You know, when Dad took her out driving one time, she pulled into a parking spot and took the mirror off the car next to her. Another time, she backed into a ditch all because she was trying to go back the way she came to grab something she forgot. Instead of turning around, she decided to back up and backed too far to the left and landed her ass in the ditch,” Tracker chuckles, glancing at his cousin.

  “Well, that’s it then. No more driving for you, Rachel,” I say, looking to my woman, who slowly takes the cup out of Momma B’s hand.

  “Rachel, you eat the rest of this candy bar. I’ll take Luca and Corinne to the playroom,” Momma B says as she walks over to where Neo was gently swinging both the babies’ car seats. Strange to see the hulk of a man so gentle with my kids.

  Tracker follows behind Momma B to assist her in getting them to the other room, leaving me and Rachel alone for a minute.

  “Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face.

  “I’m sorry,” she slurs slightly.

  “After you’re better, we’ll be having a talk about you telling me these important details. Now, I’m goin’ to carry you to the other room so Momma B can watch over you for now,” I state as I lift her into my arms.

  Walking her into the playroom, I sit Rachel down on the couch against the far wall. “You need me, just come knock on the door to church,” I say, kissing her forehead before standing.

  “Need anything, Momma B?” I ask as I turn to face her just as Corinne begins to cry out. Stepping over to them, I pick my girl up in my arms and place her against my chest. This seems to be her favorite place to lay her head.

  “Nope, we're good here if you want to go on ahead to church,” she says, reaching for Corinne, who begins crying once again at being lifted away from me.

  Shaking my head while grinning, I take her back into my arms. “She’ll be with me for now,” I declare, placing her back on my chest and head out the room.

  With Corinne laying against my chest, I walk into the room where we hold church to find everyone waiting for me. Some of them grin at seeing Corinne with me. All of them know not to make jokes when I do something. I’ll be the first one to knock a fucker out if I find it disrespectful. Besides, Corinne has these guys’ hearts melting for her as well. Besides Bear, none of the brothers here have kids.

  “Alright, as you can see, we have this girl sitting in with us this morning,” I start by saying, gaining laughter throughout the room. As they all quiet down, I begin our meeting by asking Nerd what he’d found on the Lucifer’s Heretics.

  “Those fuckers deserve to be eliminated. They’re into so much shit, I about threw up as I read through it. I’ve hacked into the main system and found pictures. A lot of them are little girls, barely sixteen years old, others are in their twenties. Trafficking isn't the only thing they have their hands in. They run drugs and guns as well,” he says as he goes on to tell us more of what he found. Tension fills the room with each detail Nerd gives.

  “These assholes need to die,” Ranger growls.

  “Agreed, they’re nothing but trash,” Coyote sneers.

  Several others nod their heads in agreement.

  “So what if we got rid of this charter,” I suggest, leaning back in my chair as Corinne snuggles further into my chest.

  “How would we do that?” Bear asks.

  “By calling a meet with Torben. Hand his Sergeant at Arms back to him, headless and all,” I state, shrugging my shoulders.

  “That would start a war,” Blaze says.

  “They started a war with us long before now,” I declare before relaying all that Rachel told me Raynor had admitted. When I finish telling them, I look at my VP. “How much do you wanna bet Hogg’s death was tied into this fucked up bullshit?”

  Furrowing his brows, Tracker leans forward as he contemplates what I’ve said. “The timelines add up. Rachel got with Lucien the summer after sophomore year and Hogg died mid-summer in an accident. The cops didn’t let us get his bike back until months after and it’d been trashed,” he sneers.

  Everyone nods in agreement.

  “Does anyone have a problem with calling a meet?” I ask.

  At my brothers’ silence, I nod my head. “I’ll give Torben a call. Now, where are we on the shipment details with Grigory?”

  Church is filled with tension but still flows with ease as everyone gives their input on all we have going on and planning who will go on the next run we handle. With the Franklin Charter handling the docks and bringing it to us, we take the shipment from there and move it to Tennessee to Blow’s Charter in Bulls Gap.

  By the time we’re done, Corinne is just waking up, ready to eat. Dismissing my brothers, I stand from my seat and head for the door. This is something I could get used to.

  26

  Rachel

  A week after my diabetic episode, Stoney is still watching me like a hawk. Not only did he make sure I got to the doctor to make sure I had everything I need, he went to the store to pick out one of the best monitors you can get. I know it was stupid of me not to tell Stoney about my diabetes, but it was even dumber to have left my stuff behind at my old house both times I left. I mean, both times my mind wasn’t in the right place, but still, I need to do better for Luca and Corinne.

  Besides Stoney keeping a close eye on me, the members of the club have been looking at me differently than when I first got here. They’d gone from being polite and somewhat respectful at a distance to overly attentive toward me. It’s as if a switch was flipped and all of them changed their view of me. Shadow even joked about me hitting Tracker’s bike. I’m lucky my cousin didn’t flip his shit about the damage I’d done.

  Where the guys changed their tune with me, the clubwhores’ demeaners changed for the worse. They might not have done anything in front of the guys, but Peaches and Cherry Pie especially kept trying to taunt me. Cherry Pie continuously brought up the fact she was Stoney’s go-to when he needed to get off, and I shouldn’t get used to being in his bed. Peaches, on the other hand, seems to just be following Cherryzilla’s lead in tormenting me.

  I’m sur
e Stoney would want to know what these women are doing when none of the men are looking. Then again, he has enough on his plate and doesn’t need to be bombarded with petty bitches. He’s supposed to be leaving later today on a run and won’t be back for a few days. I’m trying not to let images of him with another woman into my head, which is a feat in itself. I don’t need to let those clubwhores’ voices get to me, too.

  The only one of those women who hasn’t given me any trouble is Tiny. Then again, I’ve never seen any of the guys mess with her. Normally, she’s behind the bar working or in the kitchen helping Momma B. Tiny even offers to help with the twins if I need it.

  Today is one of those days that I took up her offer. I wanted some time alone with Stoney, and since he’s been cooped up in his office since we got here this morning, I’ll have to go to him.

  Making it to the office door, I knock but no one answers. Furrowing my brow, I start to leave but stop as giggles and moans come from the other side of the door.

  What the hell?

  Cracking the door open, I spot Stoney sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair. He hasn’t glanced at the door, rather his attention is directed toward the couch I sat on multiple times. Opening the door further, I feel my blood freeze in my veins at the sight of Cherry Pie and Peaches laying across the very same couch, lip locked and fingers in each other’s pussies.

  I have to cover my mouth to keep from being heard. Stoney has yet to realize I’m here as he continues to watch the women. Is this what I’m supposed to expect from being with him? If so, then I’m fuckin’ out of here.

  “Since you seem to be enjoying the show so much, might as well join them.” I snap, catching the whores’ triumphant smiles before slamming the door behind me.

  Stoney’s voice comes from the other side of the door as I rush away from that room and him. I’m not about to be in another relationship where I’m made a fool of. I should have known he didn’t mean a word he said.

  “Rachel,” I hear him yell as I run down the hall to the spare room that Stoney had turned into a room just for Luca and Corinne. At night, they still slept in his room, but during the day they napped in this room.

  Closing the door behind me, I lock it, then move to grab a chair and press it under the doorknob, securing him from opening it. At this point, the only way to open it is to break the door down.

  “What’s going on?” Tiny asks quietly.

  “Nothing to worry about,” I say just as Stoney pounds his fist on the door.

  “Open this fuckin’ door, Rachel,” he growls.

  “Go to hell, asshole,” I snap.

  “You need to open this door so I can fuckin’ talk to you.” The door handle jiggles but thankfully it doesn’t budge.

  “No, I’m not opening this door, so you might as well go back to your whores and let them take care of your dick. You definitely are not getting anything from me,” I yell.

  “Swear to fuckin’ God, woman, if you don’t open this door, I’m going to break it down,” he retorts.

  “You wouldn’t do that,” I say, clenching my fists at my sides. I’d love nothing more than to open that door and punch him in the face.

  “What the fuck is goin’ on here?” Tracker asks from the other side of the door.

  “It’s between Rachel and I,” Stoney declares.

  “I don’t give a flyin’ fuck if it’s between you two or not. The twins are in there with her along with Tiny. Luca and Corinne might be babies, but they don’t need to hear y’all fighting,” Tracker says rationally. “Take some time, calm down, then you two talk.”

  “Tracker, this is none of your business,” Stoney growls.

  “Maybe not, but that’s still my cousin,” Tracker says calmly.

  I want to jump for joy that he's intervening, but at the same time my heart is breaking as the visual of Stoney watching Peaches and Cherry Pie is still way too fresh in my mind. Why would he just sit there and watch them? Is that something he’d want from me? Because I don’t think I’d be able to ever share him. He means too much to me to allow another woman to touch him the way I do.

  “Think about this, Prez.” Shadow’s voice comes through the door this time.

  “Fuck,” Stoney growls and a thud can be heard through the door.

  “Punching the wall isn’t goin’ to do any good. Go to the gym or something,” Shadow suggests.

  “Or go back to your office and those club sluts,” I snap, unable to hold back.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” Shadow yells followed by what sounded like a fight going on.

  “Shut the fuck up, Rach,” Tracker grunts. “Prez, just go calm the fuck down.”

  “Fine,” Stoney snarls.

  At the stomping of them all moving away from the door, I sag against the wall and slide to the floor, drawing my knees to my chest. What have I ever done to be treated the way I have all my life?

  First my mom. Then Lucien. Now Stoney.

  When will it end?

  Maybe I need to do what I’d planned to do all along. It’s not like I’ll ever be what he needs. When it comes to being involved with someone, I want to be the only one they want. I don’t want to have to compete for his attention.

  It should be given freely.

  27

  Stoney

  How the hell did this shit happen?

  Oh yeah, because you allowed Cherry Pie and Peaches, who had tears in their eyes wanting to talk about something that happened, set you up dumbass. I hadn’t expected them to begin what they did, but I didn’t stop them either.

  It’s my fuckin’ fault as much as it is theirs.

  I shouldn’t have let them into my office let alone watched as they finger-fucked each other. It’s not like this is something new for me, especially when it comes to these two women. Cherry Pie and Peaches have always enjoyed pleasuring each other while being watched whenever I was in the mood for a trio. Usually, I’d have joined them on the couch, but I simply stared at them, enjoying the show like it was a live porno. My dick throbbed behind my jeans though I had no intention of putting him to use. I figured after I watched them, I’d go find Rachel and fuck her.

  I hadn’t expected Rachel to open the door to my office without knocking first. Then again, I hadn’t been paying attention to whether or not anyone would be coming in here, knowing I was preparing for the run I was leaving for in a little while.

  Damn, I’ve fucked everything up. There’s no way she’s going to listen to me. I saw the hurt behind her glare as she told me I might as well join them.

  “You want to tell me what that was all about?” Tracker asks as we step outside the clubhouse.

  I’m pissed that there’s nothing I can do to make things right, at least for now. “Besides, Rachel walking into my office to find Cherry Pie and Peaches fuckin’ each other’s pussies while I watched, there’s nothing to tell you,” I snarl, but I have no one to be pissed at besides myself. I did this by not kicking those two cunts out.

  “Why the fuck would you do that shit?” Tracker snaps. Of course, he’d get pissed with me when I told him. Rachel’s his cousin after all.

  “Because it was a set-up, that’s why,” Shadow says calmly as he leans against the side of the building.

  “The fuck you mean it was a set-up,” I growl.

  “Just want I mean. Those two bitches have wanted Rachel gone since she got here and you stopped fuckin’ the clubwhores. They heard Rachel talkin’ to Tiny about watching Luca and Corinne so she could spend some time alone with you,” Shadow explains.

  “So those two cunts decided to stage a coup and have Rachel walk in on it,” I roar.

  “That about sums it up,” Shadow nods.

  “They’re fuckin’ dead, the both of them.”

  It takes both Tracker and Shadow to hold me back from going after those two cunts who thought they could play fuckin’ games and ending them here and now.

  “What the fuck is goin’ on out here?” Blaze demands as he steps through the
door Tracker and Shadow were blocking me from going through.

  “Let me fuckin’ go. Those two are not getting away with this shit,” I declare as I try yet again to get to the door.

  “Prez, think about this. We don’t kill women,” Tracker says calmly.

  “I don’t give a fuck! Those two cunts set me up and I’ll be damned if I let them stay here.” Snarling, I snatch my arm from his and Shadow’s hold.

  “Someone wanna clue me in on what’s goin’ on? What two cunts are we talkin’ about?” Blaze asks, glancing between the three of us.

  “Cherry Pie and Peaches,” Shadow says.

  “What about them?” Blaze asks, furrowing his brow as he pulls out one of his cigarettes.

  “They’ve caused a lot of drama today. Enough to fuck with Prez’s head,” Tracker says this time.

  “Those two bitches haven’t fucked with my head. They decided to play games and cause problems between me and Rachel,” I snap.

  “Prez, you need to calm the fuck down. I’m not letting you anywhere near Rachel when you’re like this,” Tracker states, earning a death glare from me.

  “Fine, but I want those two locked in their room until this shitshow with Torben is handled. When we get back, I’ll handle them. Hopefully, I’ll be able to fix what they damaged,” I say as I turn from them and head for my bike. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

  “We have to leave in an hour to get to the meet spot,” Tracker calls out from behind me.

  “I’ll be back by then,” I respond as I straddle my bike. I need a little bit of time to get my thoughts in order. If I don’t, it could cost more than us starting a war.

  The headlights of multiple bikes flash through the night as the Lucifer’s Heretics MC make their way toward us through the empty field.

  “Something doesn’t feel right about this,” Tracker mutters under his breath next to me.