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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ELSIE

Sipping from the glass in my hand, the sweet, fruity cocktail tastes more like sugar than alcohol, which is why it’s going down a treat.

The kids are in bed sleeping and have been for hours, so the girls convinced me to have a few drinks with them to unwind. Something I haven’t done since being here. So much has happened in the few days I have been here, but it feels like we belong, and when I think of going back home to the little house me and the kids moved into, my chest aches with longing.

“So tell me, Elsie, is Solo’s dick big like the rest of him?” Una asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

She’s the only one not drinking for obvious reasons.

I choke on the drink in my mouth, making the other girls laugh. Wiping the pink liquid that has dribbled down my chin, I shake my head at her.

“I am not talking about my man’s dick to you. He is your brother-in-law, for bloody hell’s sake.” I notice that my words are slurring a little and I giggle.

“Why not? We’re friends. Friends talk about their boyfriends’ cocks.” She giggles, or should I say cackles.

“Una has become more open-minded since becoming pregnant. It’s like her already broken filter completely stopped working,” Nadine fills me in.

“Oh, fuck off.” Una laughs. “I just do not see the point in sugar coating things. People do enough lying in the world so we need to evolve and tell the truth even if it hurts to hear.”

“Yes, she told me a few weeks ago that my arse looked super big in a pair of jeans, and asked if I had put weight on. Cheeky bitch,” Adele explains.

“Your arse did look big, bitch. How was I supposed to know they were arse-hugging jeans that were supposed to make your arse look plump?” Una shrugs and takes a sip of her non-alcoholic drink.

“Remind me to never ask you for your opinion on something I am wearing,” I joke, smiling at my new friends.

I am so bloody grateful that it was Adele and the nurse from the hospital who helped me. I have gained new friends and a family I never had. My own family were worthless, except my older sister she has been a lifeline for me in recent years. My mum was a drunk and sold her body for money to buy more alcohol, and my father left when I was a few years old, only to come back when his girlfriend threw him out. My mum took him back every time.

They say the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, and I guess they are right to some degree, but I want more for my kids.

“Have you and Dutch talked about names yet?” I ask Una.

Her smile perks up and she sits upright in her seat, looking more excited than she did a second ago. I have learned that Una loves talking about the baby and things they have planned for the US trip they have coming up.

“We have talked a little. He wants a manly name, as he puts it, if we have a boy, but he wants a bad arse name if we have a girl. Whereas I want something sweet for a girl, and something uncommon for a boy.”

“Are you going to find out what you guys are having?” Nadine asks, before sipping her cocktail.

“No. We want it to be a surprise,” she informs us.

“Kink wants a baby,” Adele jumps in.

“Really?” Nadine looks shocked, I would imagine mirroring how me and Una look.

“Yeah, he has tried hiding my birth control pills.” Adele looks across the room to where the men are sitting.

In that exact moment, Kane looks across the room to us, and he winks. My cheeks heat up from the one little action. I feel like a teenage girl crushing on a boy she just met. We are locked in a stare that seems to make my body heat up from the inside out. My breasts tingle for his touch.

“He did what?” Nadine stutters.

“I know, but you know what Roman is like.” Adele shrugs.

“I would string him up by his balls if Kane did that to me.” I slurp from my straw. “We are new and I already have two kids, so we need to find a way to balance that first before he wants to impregnate me,” I state.

“I knew we liked you for a reason, Elsie,” Una replies.

“I already let one man walk all over me for far too long. He took everything from me. He never asked me if I wanted anything, just demanded that I give everything to him. I worked and he would take my pay. Even the last packet of crisps that I was saving for the kids, he would eat. No more will a man demand shit from me,” I firmly say, but I hear the slight drunken slur.

“Hell yes,” Una high-fives me.

As our palms connect, I hear Nadine mutter, “Shit.” I look to her and see she is not looking at me but across the room.

I follow her gaze and see a club girl slip into Kane’s lap. His hands go to her waist, moving her away from him. She tries again, so I react before he can do anything else. The guys all look in my direction, and my blood boils seeing this bitch touch my man.

The alcohol fuels me to take a stand. Pushing to my feet, I march across the room. I hear the girls cheer me on from behind.

“Come on, Solo baby, you know I can make you feel good. It’s been ages since you touched me with that monster cock.”

Kane looks at me as I come to a stop next to his chair, the club girl’s back to me.

A smirk covers his handsome face as he looks to the girl.

“I believe that his monster cock belongs to me now. So please stop trying to touch my man,” I growl.

Yes, I fucking growl. This bitch is touching something that does not belong to her.

Her hands go to her skinny hips, and it makes me wonder why the hell these men like someone who is skin and bone. Surely they would want something to hold on to. She smirks at me and steps closer, but I hold my ground.

“He is not your man. Solo has never claimed you, bitch. The only reason he fucks you is because he pities you and needs payment for having to deal with your brats.”

“Oh, hell no. Smack that bitch, Els,” Una calls out from behind me.

“Say what you want about me, but keep any mention of my kids out of that disgusting mouth of yours. At least when Solo fucks me, he can feel the sides, unlike when he fucks someone like you, who is so used to being fucked, these guys feel like they are fucking an industrial drainage pipe.”

“Oh, burn, bitch,” Una calls out, and the girls laugh, not hiding their support for me.

“Una, baby, can you not rile the girls up? I think Elsie is doing a good enough job on her own,” Dutch calls to his woman.

I keep my focus on the bitch in front of me, who could do with taking some advice from a hair stylist, if you ask me.

Her eyes fill with rage, but I don’t back down as my own fury is ready to burst through the surface. Say what you want about me but do not bring my kids into a fight.

“Solo likes fucking me. Don’t you, baby?” She grins and looks at my man.

He climbs to his feet and moves, positioning himself at my back. Her eyes widen, then they narrow in anger at the fact he is taking my side.

“First of all, he is not your baby. He is mine. My man, my partner, and my ol’ man,” I hiss. Then I realise my mistake.

Kane has never claimed me publicly. When he is fucking me, he claims me, but never in public. My body goes tense, and she sees my reaction and smirks.

“That is against the club bylaws. Claiming to be an ol’ lady when you have not been officially claimed is cause for exile,” she smarts off.

My blood freezes in my veins and I feel sick.

Dropping my gaze to the floor, the fight rushes from my body. My fingers start to tingle, my fear and sadness building in my chest at the thought of having to leave this place.

I don’t know all of the bylaws that belong to the club, but going by the way she is smirking at me, I’m guessing what she said is true.

Needing to be away from everyone right now, I go to side-step her, but Kane’s arm snakes around my middle, keeping me flush to his body.

My head snaps up, tilting back to see Kane scowling at the club girl.

“Elsie is my ol’ lady. The club members know it. The other ol’ ladies know it. You club girls are here for one reason, and passing judgment is not included in that.” Kane pulls me tighter to him, kissing the top of my head. “I call for all club girls to be banned from all Royal Bastards MC property. They have done nothing but cause trouble and try to hurt the women of the club. I know for a fact that the patched members have been looking elsewhere for fresh pussy anyway.”

“You can’t do that. We have nowhere else to go,” the club girl cries. The others come closer, and are either sobbing or glaring.

“I second that motion,” Adele calls out.

“You don’t get a say, you fat bitch,” Nisa replies, throwing daggers at her.

My fury boils over and I lash out.

Rushing the bitch, I grip her hair and take her down to the floor. We grapple, pulling hair, scratching and screaming. I remember some moves from watching self-defence classes, so I use all of my might and flip us.

I bring my fist back, and with as much force as I can, I slam it against her face. Blood pours from her nose and she screams, the sound hurting my ears.

“Up you go, Rocky.” Kane lifts me to my feet, smiling like a loon.

“Fucking hell, I am getting too old for this shit. Club girls, pack your shit. I want you gone within the hour,” Pres bellows, making the girls jump.

They rush off to collect their things without a word, knowing they will not have a say against Pres. Kane pulls me into his body, kissing me like I am his salvation. I can feel his hard dick pressing against my stomach, and I smirk against his lips.

“I am going to fuck you so hard when we get up to our room,” he growls.

“I’m looking forward to it.” I purr.

“Well, there goes the last of them.” Woody laughs, taking a pull from his beer. “Now we have to go into town for pussy.”

Everyone laughs and carries on like nothing happened. The night rolls by, everyone having a blast, drinking, before Kane finally takes me to bed and fucks me into the mattress, leaving me stated and one very happy girl.