Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(22)

“He needed me,” she whispered.

With a hard shove he pushed her off him. “BITCH,” he roared. “SO THE FUCK DID I!”

Storming across the room, he punched in the code on his wall safe, grabbed what he needed, and got the f*ck out of there, doing his best to ignore Danny glaring at him from her bedroom doorway and Eva’s soft sobbing coming from his own bedroom. He practically ran down the stairs and burst out the front door because, f*ck him, he couldn’t deal with this shit, he didn’t know how to deal with this shit.

He suddenly wanted out. He wanted out of the club, out of this mess with Eva, out of being a father, out of all of it because if he were gone, in the long run they would all be better off. His boys, Eva, his kids…they didn’t need some angry, f*cked-up * in their lives. They needed stability, someone who was going to be there for them no matter what.

Someone who could put aside their own problems and put the people he loved first.

And that someone wasn’t him.

It had never been him.

He’d been kidding himself all these years thinking shit was going to get better. He’d had only brief moments of “better.” Teases of happiness, f*cking with him, dangling what he wanted in front of him, but leaving it just out of reach.

It was just like his old man had always said…he was a f*ckup.

CHAPTER NINE
Ripper, Tap, and Cox cut their engines a small ways away from an old abandoned group of condos on the edge of town. Warily they eyed the dark, decrepit scene before them.

“You trust this bitch?” Tap asked Cox.

Cox laughed coldly. “I don’t trust any bitch, least of all this one, but she contacted us when she coulda just snagged our shit from Marcus and split.”

Fucking Marcus. One of their main distributors. They got a shipment in, then they cut, bagged, and tagged it and sent it packing with several different runners. Only Marcus had f*cked up. Got himself ganked.

By a f*cking woman.

Looking off in the distance, Cox squinted. “There she be.”

Ripper followed Cox’s finger to an attractive young black woman with an afro the size of a house and an ass to match, who was sauntering their way.

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me,” he growled, looking her over.

Skintight leather jacket. Skintight jeans. And thigh-high leather boots with what he was guessing were six-inch heels.

“Holy shit,” Tap breathed. “Holy f*ckin’ shit…look at that ass.”

Cox laughed. “Calls herself Mama Vi.”

Mama Vi? Shit. Why the f*ck did that sound so familiar to him?

“Boys,” she greeted them, flashing a white smile, stark against her bright red lips and deep chocolate skin.

“Diana f*ckin’ Ross,” he shot back, staring in horror at her hair. “Where the f*ck is our shit?”

Tsk-tsking him, she grinned. “Gotta proposition for ya first,” she drawled.

“I’m listenin’,” Tap said, staring the bitch up and down with a dumbass smile on his face.

“Ain’t you a sweet-lookin’ little white boy,” she cooed, stepping forward and placing her hand on Tap’s chest. Ripper caught sight of her nails, three inches long, curved like claws, and also bright red.

Sweet-looking little white boy? Tap?

Grabbing Mama Vi’s wrist, Tap slammed her hand down over his cock. “Ain’t nothin’ little ’bout me,” he growled.

Her grin grew.

“Ta think, Big Jay had said bikers weren’t nothin’ but sheep-f*ckin’, honkey-tonkin’ rednecks.”

Ripper’s heart skipped a beat.

Big Jay.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Cox growled. “I look like a f*ckin’ redneck to you?”

Stepping away from Tap, she glanced over at Cox. “No, boo,” she said silkily. “You lookin’ like a mighty fine piece of pandillero meat to Mama Vi.”

“Gracias, ni?a,” Cox said, dipping his head.

“El placer es mío.” She giggled.

Ripper glanced between a love-struck Tap, and Cox, who seemed to be having some sort of an identity crisis. “What the f*ck is wrong with you *s?” he demanded. “Did you not just hear what the bitch f*ckin’ said? Big Jay! She works for motherf*ckin’ Big Jay! She ain’t no bitch of his, either. She’s his crazy-ass little sister, Vivian Jones. Gotta rep a mile f*ckin’ long, most of it for killin’ white boys who f*ck her brother over.”

Both his brothers turned to him, confused.

“Who?”

“What?”

Mama Vi’s deep, silky laughter echoed throughout the empty parking lot. “You homegrown, white boy, ain’tcha?”

“Yeah,” he growled. “Born and f*ckin’ raised and still workin’ the Cali territories. Now start f*ckin’ talkin’. What’s a boss from LA like Big f*ckin’ Jay doin’ messin’ with my club?”

“Word’s out,” she said. “Preacher done dropped science on the Horsemen. You boys hit the big time and you gotta start payin’ the piper.”

Preacher. Another thing he could lay at Eva’s feet. If it weren’t for Deuce’s alliance with the Demons, this shit wouldn’t be happening.

“I’m guessin’ we ain’t gettin’ our shit back?” Cox growled.