“Go talk with your Prez. I’ll be waiting naked in my room.” She laughs.

Great. Now instead of focusing, I’m gonna be a walking commercial for Viagra. Storm being my Viagra.

She must see me hesitating because she lifts off of my lap and stands. “Go.” She points with a smile. I get up and lightly smack her ass, and then walk away. I can’t touch her. If I even so much as kiss her, I wouldn’t be able to head into Chapel.

I go to my side of the table and take a seat. When Braxxon finally enters, Rap wheels over with his wheelchair and shuts the doors.

“Rap, need to get ya a woman to wheel around with on your lap. Man, that shit looks like it sucks.” Braxxon says with a chuckle, sitting down and smacking the gavel.

“Laugh it up,” Rap mumbles.

“First things first. Who the f**k is that mini ZZ look-alike out there?”

Of course, that’s his first f**kin question. “That’s my son.”

Braxxon studies me for a beat. “Gathered that. How the f**k?”

I shrug. “Got Mira knocked up with twins. Bitch didn’t tell me.”

That’s all he needs, and I’m right, because he understands Mira’s a cunt.

“Blood test. If he’s hangin around my club and you want him into this shit. Blood test, brother.”

Do I want my son around this? I already have one kid involved. And I do. I do want him to be a part of the club. Will he want to be after this shit’s over? I dunno. But I wanna give the dude some options.

I nod my understanding.

“Russians. Two sets of them? What the f**k. Someone start explaining shit right now.”

I listen to Pyro informing Braxxon of all our complications. It takes a good twenty minutes, and when he’s finally finished, Braxxon throws his back against his chair and groans.

“So how you been keeping them at bay?”

Good f**king question. We haven’t. He must see it written all over our faces because he scowls.

“Seriously? The car accident was the only f**king thing?”

We all nod.

“I don’t like it. It’s too f**kin quiet. And Winter’s uncle is behind Travis taken a likin to our Tatiana?”

Again, we all nod.

“Yeah, it’s too f**kin quiet. Somethin is about to go down. So what’s with the Club Sated lockdown?”

We all listen to Pyro explain our reasoning for that. He also explains that we haven’t told Winter yet.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. She’s less likely to rip my balls off.”

He doesn’t say what happened in Vegas. And the saying ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ is true while he avoids it at all costs.

“Uh, Winter bought a building for a spa.” I speak up. Everyone turns to me, and I shrug. It’s like pillow talk. Storm told me about it while we were lying in bed.

Look at me using shit like pillow talk. I’ll be damned; I’m a taken man.

“ANGEL,” Braxxon roars.

The doors fling open and Braxxon motions with his hands to shut them behind her. She rolls her eyes and does what he wordlessly asks.

“When were you gonna tell me you bought another f**kin building?”

Her eyes grow and she scowls before hollering, “STORM!”

What the f**k is this?

Storm comes knocking on the doors. Winter opens them and slams them behind her.

I point to Storm. “You’re supposed to be naked.”

It’s true she is.

“I was about to head that way. Why did I get hollered for? I haven’t done anything.”

Winter turns on Storm. “You can’t be pillow talkin with him about shit we talk about until I talk to Braxxon.”

I was right. It’s called pillow talkin. I’m understanding this relationship shit after all.

“Wait. What?” Braxxon laughs. “When did this come about full affect?”

I groan and ignore him.

“Like I knew it was a big f**kin secret. Jesus, you need to get laid.” Storm huffs, opening one of the doors and letting it slam behind her.

“God, I love her,” Winter laughs. “Look I was gonna tell you about it. But every time I talked to you, it was short.”

I watch the guilty look spread across Braxxon’s face.

“I have a question.”

We all turn to Pyro. “When did this f**kin chapel become a tell all?”

That’s a good question actually.

“Since I got f**kin married and we all started taken on ol ladies, brother. Got a problem with that?”

No one says a f**kin word. Braxxon’s tone is our queue to stay f**kin silent.

“Speakin of ol’ ladies. Big f**kin elephant in the room, ZZ.” Braxxon raises his eyebrows at me.

Oh no. Oh, f**k no.

Am I ready for that? I don’t know. I don’t f**kin know. Shit!

“Winter… GO!” Braxxon growls. He just called her Winter and not Angel, and she doesn’t miss a beat; she flies the f**k outta here.

When the doors shut, Braxxon’s palms smack against the table, and he stands.

“I’m gonna let you have a little longer to decide. But I’m gonna tell you how it is brother. I’m protecting her right now. Me! My f**king club. She’s like a sister to my Angel, and that is the only reason she’s even on my f**kin family list. So, while you contemplate what the f**k she is to you, just remember I’m the one taking f**kin care of her. My club, my men. Have that weigh on your conscience while you’re too pu**y of a man to f**kin own up to it.”