Seize Me (14 page)

I frown and nod.

“She’s not my favorite either, dear. The other is Bom Bom. I have no idea how she got her name,
and I don’t care too.”

“Grandma!” A young brunette comes barreling into the room. “I’m sick and tired of being stuck here! I wanna go home. Josie’s trying to get me to change Monica’s diaper. I didn’t sign up to play mommy! I miss Haden. I wanna see my boyfriend. I hate my life,” she screams. “Is that cocaine on the table?”

Oh, shit!

“Tatiana.” Berry laughs as she stands up, using the couch to help her. “Haden will have to wait to see your beautiful face. C’mon let’s go back downstairs.” She turns to me. “This young lady is ZZ’s daughter.” I look at her,
and I know I must be frowning because she laughs. “That boy couldn’t keep it in his pants when he was just thirteen years old. He snagged himself a sixteen year old and of course Tatiana’s mom wanted nothing to do with her,
so I raised her until ZZ was capable and old enough to do it on his own.”

“That would make ZZ…,” I trail off.

“He’s thirty one dear; Tatiana is seventeen years old and getting ready to turn 18 in a few months. God bless us all. I’ll talk to you later, dear.”

I wave bye. I decide to go back to bed. My entire body aches and I need rest. I hope that I can fall asleep. I shouldn’t have done that coke.

I admit when the ol’ ladies are all asleep with the grandkids I’m a bit out of control. Braxxon is constantly giving me disapproving looks along with Pyro and Lana. I’m sad but being around the club keeps my mind busy as I stay sober during the day and party it up at night. I’m tired of watching Lana and Pyro fight and argue. It’s old. She is taking her frustration out on him,
and she is still sleeping in the slam room. He’s getting pissed,
and I know it because he’s sitting on the other end of the couch getting blown by Bom Bom. He’s baiting my best friend and I hate that. Lana does nothing but hide in that damn room only coming out to check on me and to eat. Then she goes straight back. I took my sling off today. My shoulder is still a little sore,
but it’s not so terrible. The swelling in my face is gone,
and all that is left is the bruising. The worst of the healing
process
is how sore my bottom half is but I drink and coke up enough at night so that I can pass out without needing morphine. I know it’s not how you should deal with things, but fuck, I’m even more screwed up in the head than I was before I met these people.

Pyro pushes Bom Bom off his dick. He must’ve already came. I laugh as he swats her away and tilts a bottle of whiskey to his lips.

The club’s on edge. No one can locate PP,
and I know each minute that goes by that he’s out there breathing, Braxxon is simmering at the core just as much as I am.

I have so much hate and pain inside me; I have no choice but to be fucked up all the time. When I’m sober, that shit just replays like a broken record spinning on a turntable.

I wish I could get up and dance,
but I can’t. My chest is still healing,
and the last thing I need to do is rip a stitch and call the Doctor back here before he needs to bring my refills. When Braxxon isn’t dealing with club business, he’s stuck up my ass. If I didn’t need him so bad right now, I would probably be annoyed with his behavior. Last night in bed while he wrapped his feet with mine, he told me that he’s afraid if he blinks, I’ll be gone. I couldn’t help it; I almost swooned. I slipped my hand to his cock,
and I jacked him off until he came. I’m not ready for anything else yet
because
I’m still healing. He tried to protest,
but I shut him up with my mouth, kissing him while my hand slowly stroked him to bliss.

“Hey Angel,” he whispers behind me as I replay last night. “I saw you watching Bom Bom blow Pyro. Does that turn you on, baby?” He licks my ear causing me to shiver.

“Nope, I was glaring at him. He’s an ass.”

“We all are sweetness,” Pyro chimes in. “Don’t fucking talk about me like I’m not sitting right here!”

Grouchy!

“He’s still fuming because Lana’s giving him the silent treatment.” I laugh, taking a drink of my beer.

“He’ll deal.” Braxxon chuckles and eases himself on the couch resting his head in my lap and staring at me. I love it when he does that. Well normally, but now he has a look of regret on his face.

“Still can’t find him, baby.”

“Not tonight, okay,” I beg. It’s been an enjoyable night I don’t want memories flooding back. I’ll get my revenge on that bastard.

“Deal. Now lean down slowly and give me those luscious lips,” he says in that husky voice I fell in love with. “Slowly,” he warns. He doesn’t want me hurting my chest. I know it’s because he’s had the same wound before, so I listen when he tells me what to do.

My lips meet his and I sigh into his mouth causing his lips to laugh against mine. I love the way his piercings feel on me. It’s an addiction. A cold lovely addiction; I crave that sterling silver against me. “They get you some gummy bears?” He chuckles against my lips.

“Yeah, do you taste them?” I giggle.

“Hmm,” he mumbles forcing my mouth open so he can suck on my tongue.

It’s shortly lived, as he gets serious again. “How many times did you clean your gun today?” he asks.

I roll my eyes and pull back up. Sniper gave me my own gun the day after I was beaten and raped. I clean it a few times a day. Not every time with oils. Sometimes I just wipe it down.

“Three times.” I sigh. It helps me cope along with everything else.

“Angel,” he murmurs.

“Don’t start Brax; I’m going to bed. Get up.” I start pushing at him.

“Baby,” he moans.

“Stop,” I say with a serious tone and he does.

He doesn’t push me. It’s not lost on me how he hates it. He’s used to getting his way and women falling at his feet. Maybe last week before all this happened, I would have been that kind of woman, but now I’m not.

“Goodnight.” I wave to everyone with Braxxon on my heels as I get up and walk away.

“I care for you, Angel.” He wraps his arms around me, halting me in place. He’s been saying that for four days now when I go to bed.

“I care for you too, Brax.” I lift his hand, flip it over, and kiss it. He gets that I’m done talking and lets me go with a huff.

It’s been five weeks since Angel’s attack. Doctor said she’s healing beautifully. These were his exact words.
“Winter’s healing just beautifully.”
She’s still off her damn rocker, partying with the best of them at night. She’s still herself,
and then again, she’s not. Who can fucking blame her? Right now, we’re sitting in the Chapel going over treasury. It’s been too loud and hectic,
and we’re behind on deliveries and shit. The kids are going crazy from being trapped at the compound. So we had a cookout, made a damn day outta it, and let the kids play inside the gate. The only one not taking it well is Tatiana. She’s driving Berry and ZZ up the wall. We wore them out with good ol’ fucking sunshine so we could have some peace to get some damn figures together. Still can’t find PP; that motherfucker fell off the damn grid. I know that’s half of Angel’s problem; she wants revenge,
and she wants it now. It’s been quiet,
and that worries my brothers.

“Petra said that new line is clear,” Pyro says hanging up the phone. Good, another stack of figures our way.

“Good. Treasury?” I ask Max.

“We’re sitting on 3.1 and after this month’s outs, it’ll be down to 2.7.”

Shit. We seriously need to get shit taken care of and get back up to the pipeline. The shop replaces the money spent on the regular bills that your everyday people would pay, but it’s nothing for everything else we do.

“All dues are paid,” Max replies.

I never doubted it. My brothers always pay their dues.

“Secretarial.” I look to Phil.

“Shit’s going great, Prez,” he answers.

“Angel,” I ask.

It’s my way of asking anything new on locating PP,
and they know that.

“Nothing boss. I don’t fucking get it—,” James is cut off by my phone ringing. I pick it up and slam my free hand down.

I hit accept and put it on speakerphone.

“Snake,” I hiss.

“I just found out my fucking daughter was killed in that fucking fire you sons of bitches! You’re going to pay for this shit. I’m going to hunt down each,
and every single bitch you bastards care about. I don’t give a shit if it was an accident or not,” he screams.

An accident, I almost laugh, just almost. It was no fucking accident that Christina was killed. I’m about to retort when Winter comes flying into the room. Her eyes
oozing
with anger as she hears Snake on the speakerphone.

“I killed your daughter, you small dick bastard,” she screams. “I fucking blew her brains out,
and you know what my exact words were before I pulled the trigger? Goodbye bitch. The same words your cunt of a daughter fucking said to me when I was snatched up by your dumbass goons!”

I give Winter a look to kill. I can’t believe she just did that. She just fucked up the peace I was trying to create so we could locate PP easier and then move onto Snake. You have to be slick with revenge and she just screwed that shit all to hell.

“You’re dead bitch,” Snake growls before hanging up.