Lynol
I bull doze through the fucking doors, ignoring all the questions and looks from my brothers and whores. I only want to talk to one fucking person.
Pat comes out of his room in jeans and no shirt, hanging up the phone in his hand. Of fucking course Margo called him. Can't fucking believe I didn't see this shit before. She always goes to him when she's in trouble. Always laughing and shoving each other like a bunch of fucking school kids on the yard. Punches that nomad in the face for calling her a whore. That's my job. She's my woman.
He holds up his large hands in surrender as I approach him fast. I got a few inches on him but he's wider. That's what prison will do for you. "Look, prez, we were kids-" I punch him hard in the jaw. He flies back but bounces right back up and punches me back twice as hard. I hit my ass but don't back down.
"Will you just fucking listen!" He shouts.
"You fucked my old lady!" I shout back. The guys all stop, ready to break us up if we start fighting again.
"When were like 17!" He almost laughs. She said 16. Then again she said it happened more than once.
"I doubt that was the last time." I spit.
"No. I'm sure she told you it happened quite a few times but that was when we were kids. That girls like my sister." His green eyes are fierce, bright with anger. Sister?
"You fuck your sisters? With their boyfriends?" This gets some mutters. Shit! I really should have taken this outside. They probably think she's a whore now.
Pats still shaking his head at my words. "She's like my sister. We were just a bunch of horny kids, Prez." He looks me straight in the eye. But why's she always coming for Pat then before him?
I shake my head and stalk the fuck off to my room. Just as I'm about to close my door, I hear her voice. "Where the hell is he?" Margo is pissed.
"His room." Panik answers.
"Jesus, Patrick, your face." Her voice softens and I can only imagine how close she is to him right now, touching the bloody nose I gave him. My cock twitches at the thought of her close to another guy.
I storm back into the center of the club. Everyone's still here. And watching her with Panik, looking at her differently. She turns when she hears my heavy booted foot steps and glares at me. She doesn't care that I'm hurt?
"Brute." She call me me immediately. I grab her arm roughly and start dragging her to my room. I'll show the whole damn club whose old lady she really is. She starts yanking away, and any other time I would let her go because I know how much she hates being grabbed like a man. But not right now.
"Lynol, stop. You're hurting me." She grabs my hand with her little one. I keep dragging her. Panik grabs my hand and wrenches it off Margo.
"Don't fucking grab her like that." He shoves me. I get in his fucking face.
"Don't tell me what to do with my woman. I'm not telling you what to do with Angie in your room." I spit.
"Angies in your room?" Margo asks suddenly, sounding none too happy. Proves my point.
"Maybe." Panik grins down at Margo. Teasing her. She glares.
"Better know what you're doing." She warns him, a hand fisted on the curve of her hip.
"Always do." Is his quick reply. She just stares at him. He laughs.
I grab her once again, less hard and drag her to my room. I shove her in and slam my door behind us, rattling the wall a little.
"Why are you here?" I stand against the wall furthest away from the bed where she sits. "Because I knew you'd come here, fist flying, for Pat." She answers. I watch her before answering.
She's still in her shorts and tank top with her bikini underneath. I think back to how she looked in it. Hot as fuck. Took everything I had not to take her back inside and fuck her in Eds bathroom. Not that I got to enjoy it long. She started talking about Panik to Kale and I saw the way she looked at him. With so much love. Then she looked at Angie and a frown formed.
"Will you just talk to me Lynol?" Margo pleads.
"I love you." I tell her. She opens her mouth, no doubt to fucking say it back, but I keep talking.
"I love you, Margo. And I love Sydney." I Tell her. Like its a reminder.
"I love you too, Lynol." She says softly.
"Then why the fuck are you always going to him. To Panik. Anytime theres a problem. Someone broke in. Panik. You're being piss tested. Panik. Need someone to stay over and watch OUR fucking daughter. Panik. Got him defending your honor against the nomad. You say I run to Lil anytime we have problems but you do the same shit With him!" I shout. She flinches back a little.
"You're right. I'm sorry." I expected her to yell back. To get in my face and tell me it's because I'm shitty and what the fuck ever else.
"I'm right?" I ask. She nods.
"Yeah. I always call Pat. Because I know he'll always answer. But that's no excuse. I'm sorry." She says again. Not knowing what else to do, I fucking leave out the room, leaving her on the bed, silently crying.
Panik comes out to where I am in the kitchen and takes a seat beside me. "You shouldn't be mad at her for always coming to me. That girls had no one but me in her fucking life. Her mom left her and her dad. Her dad was a drunk with a heavy hand and the tendency to touch every once in a while. When I was 14, I beat the fucking shit out that bastard for hurting her. I am the only place where that girl has ever felt fucking safe. Then John came when She was 15 and gave her a kind of attention she never had before. Swept her right off her fucking fucking feet. And I let him. Because I've never seen her so damn happy about life before. I watched as a girl's, who contemplated life every damn day, eyes light the fuck up for him. She got better. Real better. John became the second fucking person she could rely on and trust. That's why I didn't say anything when I left home. I thought she was safe there. Then she only had one person left. And she watched that one person turn into a fucking monster and treat her no differently than her fucking dad did and she had no one. How can you expect her to just instantly trust you. Especially after you cheated on her. I saw the light back in her with you and you just... So of course she was coming to me. Can you fucking blame her?" He says in one breath before I can say anything. I mull over his words in my head. How could I not see any of that. She never told me. I shake my head. I still hate that they slept together but I want to be Someone she trusts too. He claps my shoulder and gets up to leave me to my own thoughts.
By the time I make it back to my room, Margos asleep in one of my shirts, curled up in the sheets. I strip down to my boxers and climb in behind her, wrapping her in my arms tightly. She relaxes in her sleep.
Why are we so fucked up?
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Lynols arms are around me when I wake up and I turn to face him. He's so at peace when he sleeps. I kiss his lips and a second later he responds. His tongue shoots out and wrestles with mine. He tangles one of his hands in my hair as I lay on top him, pulling our heads closer and making our teeth clash together. I wiggle my hips on his morning wood and he groans.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I talked to Panik last night and he helped me understand. I overreacted about your feelings for him. Hes your best friend and of course you love him. I am so fucking sorry." He whispers against my lips. I smile. "I love you." I smile back and kiss him again.
"I'm getting food. Want some?" I ask him. He watches me, not speaking for a second then shakes his head. "Hurry back." He smacks my ass before letting me up.
I go into the kitchen where Angie and Pat are in the kitchen. "Hey." He grins over at me. I smile. "I don't know what you said but thanks." I hug him. He holds me tight for a second before letting go. "I only told him the truth." He pats my shoulder.
"I gotta go." Angie says awkwardly. "I'll walk you out." I say curtly. I thought hard last night. And I figured out the rat. I haven't said anything to Lynol yet.
Pat gives us an odd look but Angie only nods. "So you coming back to take the urine test?" she asks once were outside.
"Nope. I'm quitting. I'm going to take the test tomorrow but it won't matter. Being a cop puts me in one side of the law. Loving a biker puts me on the other. Theres a thin line you can walk in between but not without risk. So I'm quitting. And I would advise you not to come back here, either." I say lowly. Her jaw drops.
"Why not? I thought we were friends." She stutters. I shake my head.
"Yeah, me too. But last night I was thinking. The lawyer told me she had a undercover cop here the night I was arrested. She only told me that so that I would go back and tell Lynol because she knew I wouldn't flip. So once I told lynol, we would all be looking for someone already in the club. Not someone about to enter the club. A cop hidden in plain sight. Getting close to me and Panik. Trynna give me your urine so that I would trust you. Smart. But I'm smarter. You come back to this club or around Panik and I tell Lynol. We both know what happens after that. And richardo needs a mother." I finish with a cruel smile. Her fake friendliness fades into a hard glare.
"Leave." I order her. She gets in her car and I press the button at the creaky silver gate to let her out. Pat and the club are by the door when I come back out. Lynol looks more proud than ever. But Pat looks mad and hurt. He has no luck with women. I step towards him but he holds up a hand to keep me away. "How did you figure it out?" Patch asks.
"Just thought a lot yesterday. If we were focused on someone already in the club we wouldn't be too focused on how hard she was trying to wiggle in the club. The whole rape thing with Kale was fake. I couldn't even find the report. Then the piss test. I bet she smelled the weed on me and saw I was high and called internal affairs while she was in the car and I was talking to Lynol. Offering a way out and her urine to gain my trust. If I trusted her then Panik would and Lynol would eventually. Getting close to Panik. Trying to be his old lady would get her dirt to get y'all arrested or at least a warrant. And who knows what charges could be brought up against you guys with that." I explain.
"I told you she would figure it out." Kale grins wickedly at the others.
"Are you really gonna quit?" Lynol asks. I shrug.
"I can walk the line, babe, but people like them won't let me. So, yeah, I quit. I'll tell the boss tomorrow."
His lips twitch as he fights a smile but Kale straight out hugs me. "God, I love you." He spins me then sets me down. Lynol grabs my hand to steady me. "Thanks, Margo." Ed grunts out. I smile. I've finally proved myself to him. The impossible. "It's Go Go." Pat inputs. "Go Go." Ed echoes.