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CHAPTER ONE

SOLO

Pres talks to the room while we sit in Church. We are going over our weekly schedule and making sure the club businesses are still bringing in money. Since kids started popping up, Pres, aka my father, Tag, has had us working towards making things more legit.

Dutch yawns from his seat, no doubt tired from being woken by Una. She has been feeling unwell this past week.

“Brother, you need coffee,” I state with a smile.

“Una is still not sleeping well. She’s getting pains in her legs at night; lots of cramping. I’m taking her to see the doc later.”

“Son, Nadine will help look after her when you need to work,” Pres offers.

Dutch is already shaking his head. “You know Una; she’s stubborn as fuck. She just wants to rest and work from bed. She hates bothering people. I’m going to have to tie her hands to the bed so she can’t work, if she won’t listen.” He grins.

“Are you tying her to the bed to make her sleep, or is it so you can fuck her while she can’t run from you?” Kink jokes. Dutch flips him off.

“Man, I need to stick my dick in my wife. It has been two weeks since I’ve had her. My balls fucking hate me.” He sighs, sinking into his seat.

“Force Una to take some time for herself, and for you both. Fuck me, when Adele gets pregnant, I am taking all the babysitting offers that come our way. There is no way I’m not fucking my woman when I want.” Kink winks at our brother.

My baby brother has been trying to knock his ol’ lady up so he can tie her to him for life. I chuckle at the thought.

As I picture my brother having kids, I can’t help but think of Elsie and her twin kids. I haven’t seen them in over a year, by her request. Once we got rid of her arsehole of a husband, she told Adele and Una that she needed time away from everyone; time to find herself, and for the kids to settle into a life without their dad.

I have kept tabs on her and she is thriving. The kids go to a good school and Elsie is working at a local supermarket. Thankfully, she isn’t seeing anyone. My guy, who is watching over her, has made sure no fucker gets close to her—not that Elsie would know she is being watched.

“Deal with your ol’ lady. She needs to stop being stubborn.” Pres’ voice brings me back to the room.

Sitting up, I pay attention to the group of men who are my family. Hell, half of them helped raise me along with my father after my mum passed away.

Dutch nods to Pres, and then Kink speaks up.

“I got a call from émile.” My baby brother shakes his head, and I have to fight to keep my chuckle in.

“What does he want for the contract this time? A blowjob?” Woody says, laughing, and we all join in.

émile is one of the many contacts the club has when dealing with transporting guns, and the twink fucker has a thing for Kink. To keep the contract we have open with him, my baby brother has to kiss him whenever they do a handover, but since Kink claimed Adele, émile has been more than a handful.

“No, he wants a fucking discount because I took his kisses away. The fucker,” Kink gripes, glaring at the men around the room.

I cough into my hand, trying to refrain from laughing again.

“We can offer up Woody,” I call out.

Every head swings in my direction. All gazes are filled with amusement, but not Woody’s. No, the older man is glaring like he wants to cut my balls off. I wink at him and the prick throws a beermat at me.

“Why me, you beastly fuck? I’m not the only single member here. What about you?”

I smirk at the old timer. “Got me a woman, brother.”

“Like fuck you do. You can’t claim that shit when you haven’t seen her in over a year. You’ve even been fucking the club girls. Doesn’t look to me like you have a woman.”

I grit my teeth at his words. “I have not fucked anyone since Elsie left, you prick.”

“It’s true. He’s kept it in his jeans; turned every one of the sluts down,” Kink chimes in, having my back.

I nod to him, even though he knows I can handle myself.

“It doesn’t matter if he’s been fucking four women a day; he has laid claim to Elsie and she will be his when she is ready to come back.” Pres speaks up, looking at me. I can feel the weight of his stare, and I give it right back.

I am the eldest Huskins son, so I know what is expected of me being the president’s son.

“Elsie is mine, so are the kids. She will come back to me, and in the meantime, I will not stick my cock in any other women.”

“If you say so, brother. Seems to me that she is happy where she is.” Woody shrugs, grinning.

“Do you want your head caved in? You know he is capable of it,” Dutch throws out.

He is right.

I am a big motherfucker.

People will literally cross the street when they see me with my big body, which is covered in tattoos. My hair is short and my beard matches it, giving me a menacing look. But Elsie... fuck me, she liked what she saw. Her eyes showed me that she wasn’t scared of me, and that shit sent my ego flying.

Woody waves off Dutch’s warning and Pres gets back into business mode.

“Back to émile...”

Kink sighs. “He hates that I will no longer offer up my mouth for him, so he wants either a discount or more guns for his money. However you want to do it. I told him to fuck off, and he got pissed. So far, he hasn’t threatened Adele, but the second he does, our relationship with him and his father is done.” Kink’s voice takes a hard turn towards the end of his explanation.

“Damn right it is. No fucker threatens a Royal Bastard’s ol’ lady. He is not getting a discount or more guns. See if he wants something else,” Pres says.

“What about the pretty prospect?”

Kink looks to me at my question.

“Is he gay, or at least bi?” my brother enquires.

“Gay, I think. I’ve caught him getting his cock sucked and seen him sucking dick a time or two at the pub in town.” I shrug.

Kink thinks on my words. He rubs his chin, looking at me. “I will talk to him. If he will take on émile, then we don’t have to lose out.”

“Get on that when Church is over,” Pres announces. “Anything else?”

“We need more club girls, Pres. Three left last week, wanting to find finer things in life,” Boost whines from his seat.

Pres laughs before taking a pull from his cigar. As far back as I can remember, my father has always smoked his cigars. Whenever I smell the scent from them, it makes me think of him.

“Get on that, but make sure the girls know that the taken members are off limits unless they state otherwise. The last thing I need is a bitching ol’ lady causing fights because her ol’ man can’t keep his cock out of loose pussy.”

Boost rubs his hands together and smirks at Pres. Judging by the look on his face, he already has some chicks lined up for the job.

They may be club girls—women who fuck the members for a good time—but they keep the clubhouse clean. Nadine makes sure of that. The girls do get a wage from the club. It isn’t much because all of the sex they get is part payment for them being here.

“The club’s businesses are looking good. Full accounts, cash in the safe, and more contracts coming in,” Kink informs the room.

“The Delanys want to trade also. They want more guns over in Ireland,” Fritz tells Pres, who nods.

“I also may have something from over in the US. I will look into it when I take Una over to see Creed and the boys in Jacksonville,” Dutch adds.

“Sounds good. Check in with them and we will look over what they want. If that is all, I need to go and fuck my woman before the daughter-in-law takes all of her attention from me.” Pres smirks as Kink fake gags, making everyone laugh.

We leave Church, collecting our phones on the way.

“So, do you think Elsie will come back, brother?” Dutch asks as we sidle up to the bar.

“Yeah, she will. She has it bad for our big brother. But her and the kids went through some hard shit and they need time to digest all of that. My woman told me that kids can bounce back from abuse but some get scarred for life. I think Elsie just wants to make sure the kids are good,” Kink says, and his words hit me in the chest.

“Look at our baby brother being all grown up and shit.” Dutch slugs Kink in the arm and they start scrapping like a pair of fucking kids.

They grapple on the floor, both laughing as they do. Everyone is watching them fuck around, so I take the opportunity to slip from the room. I make my way to my bike and climb on.

Leaving the clubhouse, I ride, clearing my head. I wish Elsie would get her lush, plump arse back here to me so I can fucking claim her the right way.