Page 12 of Haze (Serpents of Chaos MC #2)

HAZE

We’re all sitting around the table, waiting for Prez to join us. Bones keeps staring at me out of the corner of his eye, his brow furrowed.

“What?” I ask him.

“Why do you look so relaxed and so… happy?” he asks, sounding confused. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile in Church before.”

He’s right. I am happy and relaxed, almost like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I left Luella asleep, passed out after another two orgasms, naked underneath the sheets. I hope this meeting doesn’t take long because if I’m lucky, I might be able to catch her before she gets up.

“It’s because he got laid last night.” Lore smirks, leaning back in his chair and tapping his knuckles against the wooden table. “Lu makes some sweet noises when she comes.”

I stand up, pushing my chair back. “Don’t fucking push me, Lore.”

“What? The walls are thin,” he replies, his violet eyes dancing with amusement.

“You hurt Lu, and we’re going to have a problem, Haze,” War states, watching me through narrowed, dark eyes. “If Lu’s upset, Ora will be upset, and she doesn’t need that shit right now.”

“What happens between me and Luella is our business,” I reply, my jaw tensing as I slowly sit back down. “And it’s been a long time coming. You all know this. I claimed her the second she got here.”

But she was mine long before that.

Blade crosses his arms over his chest. I know he wants Luella, but he’s not going to fucking get her. And if he tries, I’m going to beat the shit out of him.

“And what are you going to do with Daisy?” Bones asks, sharing a look with Skull.

Ghost and Angel watch on silently, not contributing to whatever this little ambush is.

“He’s hoping to make her one of your problems,” Lore adds, smirking as he glances around the table. “Who else fucked her around that time?”

“We fucked her, but I don’t know when exactly,” Bones admits, wincing. He looks up at the ceiling. “Lord, please don’t make that baby ours. I promise I’ll be a good boy.”

I don’t miss the fact he said ours, not his. Because even if he knocked Daisy up, the child would still be Skull’s too.

“Praying’s not going to help you now,” Blade mutters, stretching his neck from side to side. “What’s the holdup on the paternity test? You know they can do them early now.”

“She said we have to wait until next month.” I shrug, not wanting to get into it in front of everyone.

“Did you speak to Scorp?” Ghost asks, running his hand through his dark beard. “I bet he can make it happen.” The evil glint in his steel-gray eyes makes me think he wouldn’t be giving Daisy a choice.

“Or ask Prez.” Skull smirks, sharing another glance with his brother. “Didn’t you pull that off for him?”

“Yeah, but we can’t offer the baby a drink and then steal his glass.” Bones laughs.

Angel stares at him with a bored yet judgmental expression.

“I haven’t spoken to Scorp,” I admit, rubbing the back of my neck. “But if he can get it done sooner, that would be better.”

“Yeah, better not get too attached to Lu in case she dumps your ass when Daisy pushes out an amber-eyed baby,” Lore says in a too-fucking-cheerful tone. “Wait, if that happens, you can’t still hold your claim over her, right? I think it should become void. You should let Blade here have a turn.”

“He always did like a harem,” Bones adds, laughing some more.

“Luella. Is. Mine ,” I growl, slamming my fists down on the wooden table. “Baby or no fucking baby. And you all need to mind your own fucking business. I claimed her at this very table. So if anyone tries anything…” I stare Blade down.

Everyone goes silent, the air tense.

And then Prez steps into the room, taking in all of us. “What the fuck is going on now? Don’t tell me you fuckers knocked someone else up?”

“Fucking hope not.” Lore smirks, leaning on his elbows. “We’re just having a friendly discussion about Lu and Haze.”

Prez takes a seat, his hulking presence reminding us why he’s the president.

“Let’s save Haze’s shit show of a love life for later.

There are a few things to discuss. One is that Curse is getting out soon.

Rune has contacted me and wants to transfer from our Dawson Chapter so he can be with his brother. Anyone have a problem with that?”

Rune is Curse’s younger brother. The two of them have a fucked-up history and, at one stage, wanted to kill each other. It’s good that they’ve put that behind them. They are known for being extremely talented tattoo artists, so I guess some new ink will be coming our way.

No one objects.

“Good. Now, Insanity MC has been laying low, but that doesn’t mean we get to forget that they are a threat. Sarah went back home, but Pippa tried to get into Strike last night.”

Pippa was Ora’s old neighbor and someone Ghost fucked. She was trying to use him but failed because Ghost never goes back for seconds. Sarah was War’s now ex-wife, and the two of them worked with Insanity MC to try and bring us down.

“Hope you kicked her ass out,” War grunts, cracking his knuckles. “I still don’t want Ora going anywhere without a bodyguard. I say we keep the women on lockdown.”

“Ora’s going to forever be on lockdown with you,” Bones mutters, and Skull smirks.

Prez nods, clasping his hands together like an evil mastermind. “Lu can stay here as long as she needs. Ghost, I know you wanted Xanthe to stay here, but she wanted to go. She’s always welcome if she changes her mind.”

Pretty much all our heads snap to Ghost. Xanthe?

Why does he care what she’s doing? He doesn’t give a shit about women.

Even on the rare occasions I’ve seen him with one, he always looks like he’s struggling just to let them near his dick.

And I know he doesn’t like them touching him.

Xanthe’s a sweet girl and a teacher. Ghost would destroy her with his level of crazy.

“Xanthe will be safe,” is all he says.

Okaaay then.

“What?” Ghost barks when we keep staring at him.

“Nothing,” we all reply in unison.

“Anything else?” Prez asks, changing the subject as he scans every face.

“When are we patching the prospects in?” War asks. We currently have four. Danger and Omen started together, and a few months later, we took on Patch and Romeo.

“Next weekend for Danger and Omen.” Prez grins, blue eyes alight with mischief. “Let’s throw them a party they won’t forget.”

“Ora and Lu want a pole installed so they can dance on it,” Lore adds, his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter. “I said I’d sort that for them this week.”

Prez suddenly looks unwell, but then he turns to War. “Good luck with that.”

“Ora can dance on it when no one else is around,” War grumbles, a muscle working in his jaw. “And that’s after she has the baby.”

The thought of Luella dancing on a pole in front of the men has me wanting to commit murder. Now, if she wants to put on a show for me and me alone, that’s different. And now I’m hard.

“Why don’t we put it in the room next to the bar? There’s nothing in it except a couch.”

The sex couch, as it were. Everyone goes into that room to fuck. There’s even a big mirror hanging on the wall, not by coincidence, I bet. “Then we can close the door if we want some privacy, or if it’s a party, there’s plenty of room to fit people in.”

Prez tilts his head to the side, considering, and then he nods. “Perfect. Then we don’t have to see shit we don’t want to fucking see.” He looks at War when he says the words.

“The sex-couch room is now known as the pole room.” Bones sighs with happiness and a big smile. “See, this right here is why I joined this club.”

The second the meeting is over, I’m out of there.

I’ve got the woman of my dreams waiting for me.