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CHAPTER FIVE

GHOST

We ride in a Hummer limousine to a casino that has a table booked for us for dinner. “This is pretty fucking cool, Pres.” Hap grins as he opens up the mini bar, pulls out a beer and hands it to me. I open it and take a long pull.

It’s good to be spending time with my brothers. We haven’t been able to party like this since before all the shit started going south. I had to laugh. They told us it was black tie attire, and not one of us is wearing that shit. We’re all dressed in black jeans and either white or black T-shirts. It’s as smart as you will get any of us. Each of us are still wearing our cuts, and they will just have to fucking accept us or turn us away. We are the Black Hearts MC, and we ain’t pretending to be something we aren’t.

“Cheers to you already being married,” I say, holding my bottle out to Spider.

He clinks his with mine. “And here’s to your future marriage.” He smirks. “Never in the entire time I have known you did I think you would get fucking married,” he states. “Or have a fucking kid.”

I shrug. “Things change,” I state as I look around at the rest of my brothers. “That much is obvious,” I add, gesturing to them.

“Shots!” Hawk yells, holding up a bottle of tequila.

“Ah, fuck no,” I groan.

“Not all things change,” Spider says with a grin.

“Groom and groomed,” Hawk states, pausing. “No, wait, that shit doesn’t sound right.” He shakes his head. “To be groomed and was groomed?” he asks himself out loud. “Nope, that ain’t it either. Ah, fuck it. To the Pres and Vice Pres, may this night remind you of the brotherhood you have and the life you had before you were shackled,” he toasts.

“You’re fucking shackled, just not fucking married, you dumbass,” Acid points out.

“Ahh, yes, I am shackled, and I quite like it. The only difference is, while I am not married, I still hold the key. These guys handed over their keys,” Hawk says in a slur.

“We’ve been out less than an hour, and you’re already fucked,” Beast states, shaking his head.

“I may have already started on the tequila, but fear not, my brothers from another mother. Once I eat, or chuck up, I shall be golden to continue this night of debauchery.” Hawk winks.

“None of us are doing shit other than having a good time, then going back to the hotel and fucking our ol’ ladies,” Cash counters.

Hawk gasps, pressing his palm to his chest. “You thought I meant to fuck other women. Fuck no. I plan on fucking Josie every way I can bend her tonight. We get to behave like we used to, minus the fucking,” he states.

Scar laughs and shakes his head. “Sit the fuck down and eat some chips and dip,” he offers, holding out a platter that has been laid out for us.

“Oooo, guacamole. My favourite!” Hawk claps excitedly before snatching up the platter and begins stuffing his face.

“So, if we are behaving like we used to, do I have a limit on what I collect?” Rage asks.

“No fucking collecting!” I bark.

His face falls in disappointment. “Fine,” he huffs.

“Jesus, I’m going to need the fucking tequila to get through this night. Hand it over,” I say, holding out my empty hand. Beast passes it to me, and I open it and knock a large glug of it back.

“Woohoo party!” Hawk chants. “Chug, chug, chug!” he goads.

I can’t help but fucking laugh at the dick. I pass the tequila to Spider, who joins in, taking a large pull from it. It’s not long before I’m soon feeling the buzz, and I relax into the atmosphere.

The limo comes to a stop, and someone opens the door for us. We all pile out, and as we stand, we are greeted by a man in a suit. I don’t miss the way he eyes our attire, but he refrains from commenting. Smart man. He leads us through the casino to a private room out the back, where a huge table is sat in the centre, laid out for dinner. A blackjack table, a roulette area, a space for blackjack, a poker table, and a few slot machines are spread out around the rest of the room.

My eyes sweep around the room, and there is even a cornered-off area with a huge screen playing sports with couches laid out in front.

A woman approaches the table, standing to the side.

“Dinner will be served in ten minutes. Please take your seats, and your drink orders will be taken. There are many games ready and available to you this evening, including sports betting. Sarah is there if you wish to place a bet. Gentlemen, please enjoy your evening,” the man states before bowing, then he clicks his fingers before walking out of the room.

Suddenly the doors open and staff members come in, acting like it’s a military procession. Some move to their various tables and stand behind them, while others move behind the dining table, standing with their backs to the wall and their faces forward.

“I guess we take out seats.” I shrug and walk over to the table, taking my seat before the rest of the brothers all do the same. Well, all apart from Hawk and Scar, who are in the servers faces, waving at them, trying to get a reaction.

“They’re like the Queen’s guards,” Scar states.

“Sit the fuck down,” I order.

They both reluctantly sit down, and as soon as they do, the staff move, each one taking our order. “Are you programmed to only ask and answer certain questions?” Hawk asks the guy serving him.

“No, sir,” he answers flatly.

“So, were you born and raised at home, or are you all bred like at some sort of farm?” Hawk continues.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to find the willpower not to slap him upside the head. The guy raises his brow at him. “Hawk, for fuck’s sake, will you just order your fucking drink and leave the poor fucker to do his job?” I snap.

“Sorry for being fucking curious,” Hawk says, holding his hands up defensively.

“There’s being curious, and then there is being fucking ridiculous that they were bred in a farm or that they’re fucking robots,” Hap counters back.

“I didn’t think they were robots, but they must go to some kind of training school for this shit because they brainwash them not to show emotion or react. When I pinched his cock a minute ago, the fucker barely blinked. Now that ain’t normal,” Hawk argues.

“You pinched the guy’s cock?” I ask in disbelief.

Hawk shrugs. “I wanted to make sure he was conscious and not, like, hypnotised.”

I look at the poor fucker. “I’m sorry. We believe he was dropped on his head a lot as a kid,” I say, apologising on Hawk’s behalf.

“It’s okay, sir. It was the top of my thigh,” the guy answers and walks out of the room to get our drinks order.

“Can you not touch the fucking staff?!” I snap.

Hawk looks to the door and back to me. “The top of his thigh. Man, the poor fucker must have a micro dick,” Hawk sighs.

One of the woman servers snorts out a laugh that makes Hawk grin.

“I should have made mine a fucking double,” I mutter.

The food soon comes out, and thankfully it seems to help soak up some of Hawk’s alcohol. It feels good to sit with my brothers and eat and laugh together. Hawk had got one thing right; it had been a long time since we had done this. Just hang out. Before now, it had mainly been when I called church to discuss our latest problem. Sitting here now drinking my bourbon, watching as Hawk and Scar bounce off one another like fucking kids, with everyone laughing and bantering back and forth. I know I am the luckiest son of a bitch alive to have these men as my fucking family.

I stand, and as Spider notices, he slams his hand down on the table repeatedly to get them all to shut up.

“Bite my breadstick dick, you know you want to,” Hawk says, thrusting his crotch with a breadstick sticking out of his zipper in Acid’s face. As everyone else falls silent, Hawk looks up. “Oops, sorry, Pres.” He pulls out the breadstick and takes a bite before sitting down. How that guy is a responsible father, I will never fucking know.

“It feels weird standing here and doing a speech, especially when it ain’t orders or putting forward a plan to fight the enemy,” I state.

“Good times!” Rage yells. I smirk. Only Rage could call those times good.

“What I want to say is this club, this family, wouldn’t be the same without you. I couldn’t have asked for a better brotherhood than you fucking dickheads,” I state.

“Easy, Pres. With those beautiful words, you’ll bring tears to my eyes,” Beast mocks.

I flip him off before continuing. “There ain’t no one else I trust more than you lot. I trust you with my life, my woman’s life, and my kid’s. I know there ain’t nothing you wouldn’t do for me or them, and I hope you fucking know the same goes for me, too. We are more than a family; we’ve fought together, we’ve saved each other, and fuck, we’ve lost together,” I state, pausing.

“To Bambi!” Hap toasts, raising his glass.

“To Bambi,” we all toast, raising our glasses.

I shake my head. “We’ve lost, but for Bambi we continue to fight. We continue to be the brotherhood we are, and side by fucking side, we will face whatever shit life decides to throw our way.” I pause. “Tomorrow I marry the woman that has my heart.”

“And your balls!” Hawk yells. The brothers all snort their laughs, and I do too.

“You ain’t fucking wrong there.” I smile. “But as I hand her my balls for life, I do it with you fuckers proudly at my side. Knowing that if anything should ever happen to me, you will take care of her and my boy. I know you will protect them like they are your own. For that and everything else, I fucking thank you. I ain’t one to say mushy shit, but this hard fucker feels like the luckiest man alive,” I state, holding up my glass. “To you, the brothers of the Black Hearts MC!” I toast. They all get to their feet and join me in the toast. “Oh, but one more thing: if I should die, kill any motherfucker that tries to go near my woman, because even in death she’s fucking mine,” I add.

They all laugh. “With fucking honour.” Rage nods, his face deadly serious, and I know that crazy motherfucker wouldn’t let anyone get five feet near her.

The drinks and the laughter continue to flow until the guy from earlier steps into the room, declaring it is time for us to leave for our next part of the night. We make our way back through the main casino to the limo waiting for us, and as we do, I pull out my cell and send Star a quick message.

G: I want you naked, legs spread wide, and waiting for me in my bed when I get back to the hotel.

S: Can’t, sorry. Busy right now.

My lips tip up into a smile. Fuck, I love how she fights me at every chance she gets.

G: Darlin’, you must be confused. I wasn’t asking.

S: I think you must have me confused with someone that can be told what to do.

I climb into the back of the limo, my focus now fully on my cell.

G: Darlin’, you know what happens when you defy me.

S: Yes, I get what I want.

That has my grin widening and my cock twitching.

G: Only good girls get what they want.

S: And bad girls, what do they get?

I smirk, typing my reply.

G: Punished.

She immediately replies, and I can’t help but laugh at her response.

S: See Casper, bad girls do get what they want.

I slide my cell back into my pocket, and that’s when I notice that all my brothers are checking in with their women. I smirk. Fucking pussy whipped, the lot of us.