Page 9 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)

Georgie

Smiling, I rolled over in bed, pretty damn proud of myself.

I spent a good portion of the night ensuring Josie was well and truly fucked into oblivion before I collapsed in a sex-induced haze.

Too bad for me, my nocturnal prowess apparently wasn’t up to par because instead of cuddling with my best friend, my eyes snapped wide open as my arms moved up and down the right side of the bed.

Instead of feeling up Josie, my hand got a little too intimate with the bed sheets.

Shooting up out of bed, I quickly scanned my room.

Fuck!

She was gone.

I threw on some sweatpants and raced downstairs, only to see Cameron sitting at the bar, drinking chocolate milk, his all-too-knowing gaze laser focused on me.

“Lose something already?” Cameron asked, a damn smirk playing on his lips.

I knew that look; it was the look of a kid who had something on you and was just waiting for the right moment to use it.

It was the same one I’d seen when he’d convinced me to sneak into the greenhouse, only to leave me hanging when Scribe caught me red-handed.

That little shit had a talent for trouble, and an even bigger talent for getting others to do his dirty work.

I ran my hand through my hair again, trying to appear nonchalant. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I haven’t lost anything. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than chat with a brat like you.” I turned to walk away, hoping to end the conversation there.

“Ooh, touchy!” Cameron called after me. “But if you’re so sure you haven’t lost anything, then why are you storming around like a bull in a china shop? Or should I say, like a Carebear in a clubhouse?”

The little brat was enjoying this way too much.

I groaned again and rubbed my eyes. “Go away, Cameron. It’s too damn early for your games. I’m going back to bed.” I tried to sound casual, but inside I was panicking. This kid was the last person I needed sniffing around my business, especially after the night I’d just had.

“Oh, I think you’ve had enough sleep, Carebear,” the brat said, emphasizing my ridiculous club name.

“And I think it’s time we had a little chat.

You know, man-to-man.” He motioned for me to follow him, and like a fool, I did.

I should’ve known better than to let this little manipulator lead me anywhere, but my curiosity got the better of me.

Plus, I really didn’t want to give him any more ammunition than he already had.

Following him into King’s office, I watched as the little shit sat in King’s chair, waiting for me to take a seat.

Doing so, he leaned back in the chair and propped his little size three shoes up on King’s desk as if he didn’t have a fucking care in the world.

“I like you, Carebear. I wasn’t sure about you at first, but you’re a solid brother.

So, I’m gonna help you fix this pickle.”

“What pickle?” I growled.

Cameron smirked. “Did you know I’m an excellent chess player? I’ve been teaching Mr. Howard over at the Hardware Store to play since I moved here, but when I want a real challenge, I ring up Judge Tomlinson. Now he’s a worthy opponent.”

Narrowing my eyes at the manipulative varmint, I snarled. “Get to the point, fast.”

“My point is, the judge and I were pawns deep in a death match game last night when he received a late-night visitor. You see, the judge ain’t tech smart like me, so when he left to answer his door, he forgot to shut down his webcam.”

Oh fuck!

I felt my stomach drop. The kid was good. I’d give him that. But he was also a little shit, and I knew he was loving every second of this.

“So, what? You’re blackmailing the judge now?” I asked, trying to feign nonchalance.

“Something like that,” Cameron replied, a devilish glint in his eye. “But I’m not here to talk about the judge. I’m here to talk about a certain someone who paid him a visit last night. Someone who might be in a bit of a... delicate situation.”

My heart sank as I realized where this was going. “And let me guess, you just happened to see who that was?” I said through gritted teeth.

“Something like that,” he repeated, that damn smirk still playing on his lips.

I knew I was trapped.

This little brat had me by the balls, and he knew it.

“What do you want, Carnage?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. “You know damn well I won’t let you just walk all over me.”

He leaned forward in the chair, his eyes locking with mine. “I just want what’s best for my club, Carebear. I can always use a few more boys for my Manly Club, and if that means helping you out of this little mess you’ve found yourself in, then so be it. Consider my offer... a friendly favor.”

I wanted to punch that smug look off his face, but I knew I was at his mercy.

“Fine,” I growled. “What do you propose, oh grand chess master?”

Cameron’s smile widened, and he leaned back in the chair again, clearly enjoying being in the power seat.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I think it’s time for a little field trip.

You, me, and a couple of my boys need to pay a visit to someone who can help you out with this situation.

Let’s just say, he owes me a favor, and it’s time to cash it in. ”

I sighed, knowing I had no choice but to play along.

This kid had my balls clutched tightly in his grasp, and there was nothing I could do but see where this twisted game of his would lead.

“What the hell is going on in here?” King bellowed from the doorway. “Carnage, get your ass out of my chair and go get ready for school.”

“See ya soon, Carebear.” The brat smiled as he strolled over to me, then whispered, “Oh, by the way, since I’m now part of the wedding, we can talk more later.”

Confused, I wasn’t sure how that information played into his blackmail. I watched as the brat strolled out of the office with his head held high, laughing like some super villain.

Getting up myself, King ordered, “Sit your ass back down, Carebear. It’s my turn.”

Taking my seat again, I groaned. “I really hate that fucking name.”

King smirked. “I know.”

“So, what do you want?”

“Everything settled with Josephine?”

“As soon as I find her,” I muttered mainly to myself before nodding. “Yeah.”

Leaning back in his chair, King took a long, good look at me and shook his head. While I needed to find Josie and explain some things, something in King’s eyes told me I wasn’t going to like what he was about to say.

“Got company coming in a few days. I’m sure you’ve seen how busy the clubhouse has been lately.”

“Been busy at the clinic and hospital. Sorry if I haven’t been around much to help.”

“No worries,” King said, waving me off. “The reason you are here is because I need your help with something else, and it’s my understanding that you have some time off before you are due back at the hospital for your next rotation.”

“That’s right,” I cautiously muttered.

“I’ve also just recently learned that when you were in high school, you worked summers at a day camp for kids. That true?”

Narrowing my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair, unsure where he was going with this.

“That’s right. The worst six weeks of my life.”

“LEEANN!” King bellowed, and Laurel’s mother strolled in with Laurel and her daughters.

All of them grinning from ear to ear.

It was creepy.

However, it was Frankie’s laughter in the background that got my hackles up as I sat up in the chair, before the realization of Cameron’s words hit me like a fucking wrecking ball.

Jumping to my feet, I vehemently shook my head.

“No. HELL NO!”

“It’s only until the wedding.” King lightly chuckled.

“No.”

“Apparently, the wedding planning is more extensive than anyone expected. The ladies can’t handle everything on their own and watch the kids, and Josie needs help.”

“Then hire a fucking babysitter!”

“This close to Christmas? Are you serious?” LeeAnn gasped.

“I’m a fucking doctor!” I roared. “Not a fucking nanny!”

King chuckled, enjoying my misery too damn much. “You will only need to watch them when the ladies are in planning mode, and Nash and Fiona have offered to help.”

“No. Absolutely not. I am a board-certified doctor in three specialties. Not a child caregiver. Just keep the kids here. There is always someone here.”

“Can’t. Not with the guests arriving later this week. Sorry, Carebear, it’s your turn to take one for the team.”

“Please, George,” Laurel pleaded. “I would do it, but Momma needs my help and well, I don’t trust my sisters to handle shit.”

“Hey!” Laurel’s sister scoffed.

“We ain’t that bad,” the other one said.

“No, you’re worse,” Laurel snarked.

“What my daughter is trying to say is that I would really appreciate all the help you could give us. I know this is last minute and you are a very busy man, but Josephine sang your praises with her twins. What’s a few more kids?”

“It’s not the kids,” I growled, turning to look at King. “It’s one kid in particular I have issues with.”

“Got a problem with my kid?” King challenged, glaring at me.

“The whole fucking town has a problem with that kid.”

“We will only need you when we are at the Ski Resort. Only a couple of hours a day.” Laurel smiled sweetly.

I knew I was going to regret this shit, but I asked anyway. “How many kids?”

“Six.”

“SIX!” I shouted, fuming as King tried unsuccessfully to hide his smile. Fucker was having way too much fucking fun at my expense. I couldn’t wait till his wife put his ass in the hospital.

Paybacks were a rectal exam waiting to happen!

“What’s it gonna be, Carebear?” King asked, already knowing damn well I would cave. Not like I had a fucking choice in the matter, anyway. I got bamboozled by four southern women and their ringleader King.

? I was screwed either way.

“Fine. But I’m not rearranging my schedule at the hospital. Those patients need me more than the kids.”

“We can work with that.” Laurel smiled happily.

“After our guests leave, this clubhouse will be in full wedding mode. So you’ve got the weekend to prepare,” King advised.

“Fine,” I grumbled, marching out of his office to find my brother grinning like a loon. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at my baby brother and sneered, “Frankie?”

“Yeah.”

“Run,” I growled as I rushed him and like all the times before when we were kids, Frank squealed, running out the back door of the clubhouse with me hot on his heels.