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Chapter 10

Dinner & Reality

Ryder

Getting a call from Spade to take care of the kids was the best news I got all day. Being the President of my father’s club is draining, to say the least. Gio stayed with Jaxon and Hazel while everyone went to the meeting for Dario’s will. Hazel slept the whole time he was here and Jaxon just watched TV, coloring.

“So, Jaxon, what do you want for dinner?” I ask, and he looks up at me with a huge smile.

“Nug with fry fries. Oh, can I have ketchup and milk?” he asks, and I laugh.

“Sure, Bud, coming right up. You stay here and come get me if your sister starts to cry,” I say, and he nods.

“Okay, Uncle Ryder. You got it, dude.” He smiles as I exit the living room and go into the kitchen. It doesn’t take me long to get the boy what he wants, and I figured I’d wait for the others to see what we are doing for dinner.

“Jax, come sit at the table. I’ll put your show on in here. Mama will kick our asses if we get ketchup on her carpet,” I say, but I don’t hear anything. I set down his plate and cup of milk, and walk into the living room.

Jaxon, who said you could get in the pack 'n play with Hazel? Next time ask for help, dude,” I say sternly.

“I just wanted to play with her. I love her. She’s so pretty, like Mama,” he says, and I smile, sitting down next to them. Hazel crawls over to the netting, smiling as drool pours out of her mouth.

“I know, but you could’ve crushed her or kicked her in the head climbing in there, and we don’t want her to get hurt, right?” I ask, and his eyes shoot up to mine and narrow.

“She will never be hurt as long as I’m around. I’m her big brother. I will protect her with my strong arms. See, Uncle Ryder. Look at my musckles,” he says, showing me his little bicep. I can’t help but laugh. Since the day Jade brought her home, he’s been glued to her side, always wanting to help, and he hates going to pre-k now because he has to leave her. Despite everything he’s been through, he definitely has Ryker in him. Damn, I wish he was here to see his son. He’d be so proud.

“Alright, go eat your dinner before it gets cold. Don’t worry, Hazel can come too,” I say, watching his eyes light up as I wheel them into the kitchen while they giggle at how fast we move through the living room and into the kitchen. He climbs out as I put the TV on for him, and starts eating. Hazel puts her arms up for me and I scoop her up, placing her chunky self in the highchair.

“Alright, Hazey Baby, how about some strawberries and a yogurt pouch with some boobie milk?” I say as she pounds her little fists on her tray. Opening the fridge, I get everything I need and get to work, which only takes me a couple of minutes. Once she’s settled, I push her chair next to Jax and they both watch TV while eating. Grabbing my phone, I shoot a text to Spade.

Me:

What are we doing for dinner?

Spade:

Pizza!

Me:

Not again. Maybe I should’ve texted Jade instead of you. Lol.

Spade:

Hater.

Me:

Yea, yea. When are y'all coming home?

Spade:

Soon and I’ll text you on the way with our dinner choices.

Me:

Sounds good. I love you.

Spade:

I love you too, Biker Bitch.

I laugh, because I truly do love him, and I love being here with all of them. Coming home to him is something I never thought I’d be doing in a million years but here we are almost a year later and I don’t regret pushing him one bit. He makes me feel alive after losing my father, and then Jade. I thought it was going to be me and Ryk against the world, but then we got Jade back only to lose my twin. My heart was shattered and made me resent the club life and everything involved but I always knew death would come for us sooner rather than later, but being with Spade, it feels right, like this is where I belong even if he is in a relationship with my sister. I don’t care. We love him and he loves us.

Now, the things going on with Jameson are a bit touchy. I don't mind having some fun every now and then, but Spade is mine, and that's the end of it. I don’t care what that blond-headed fucker says. Bring the Carver out, I will fuck him up if he tries to take what’s mine from me. My phone vibrates against the countertop, taking me out of my crazy thoughts, and my body goes rigid as I see the text.

Teagan:

We need to meet up. Tomorrow night at 10p.m. Come alone.

I set the phone down, leaving her on read. This is the third time she wants to meet, and I’m getting sick and tired of lying to everyone. I need to put a stop to this, once and for all. Maybe take her right off the board. Then it will be one less enemy to deal with, but of course, that would be too fucking easy.

When will the lying end? I don’t want to lose any of them but at the end of the day I’m doing this to protect everyone and then some, but at what cost?