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for havin’ us here. It’ll be nice to see a little baby Bink runnin’ around.” Mickey chucks me under my chin and blows me a kiss. I smile in return.
“Thanks for hangin’,” I call to both of their backs, as they say goodbye to their Prez, before raising their hands in farewell as they hit the entry hall. Everyone returns the gesture in kind.
Viper slips around Beth, who’s busy talking to Gunz, then pops a squat on the floor right next to my feet. It’s the exact same spot Pretzel usually mans. “So you’re actually naming her Harley, eh?”
Playfully, I flick him in the back of the head. “Yeah. You gotta problem with that?”
“Hey,” he scolds lightheartedly, rubbing his head. A chuckle forms under his breath. “I was only askin’.”
Sure he was. I’ve been getting ribbed about it for hours.
Jizz steals a vacated chair in front of one of the windows, diagonal from us. Then he runs his hand through the back of his ponytail. “Yeah, sis, what the hell is up with that name? When I think of a Harley, I think of a dude. Hell, I know two different Harley’s from two of our other chapters. Don’t ya wanna give her a more feminine name?”
Not sure if he's serious, or just a teasing jackass like normal, so with oomph, I flip my brother a big fat double bird. “Fuck off, Jizz. Unlike her hair color, we’re not runnin’ a bet on her name, or getting outside input.”
Yep, you heard that correctly … a hair color bet. I swear these dumbasses find anything to gamble on. Apparently, the boys decided to run one on what hair color Harley would have when she was born. Only four people bet blonde. Everyone else thought brown, because they all swore she’d look more like Big. Guess they didn’t realize how strong our genes are. Well, they should have, considering every single one of my biological brothers and sisters have blonde hair and bluish eyes. However, you won’t hear me complaining about the bet, because Gunz, Big, Deke, and Mickey all put their money on my hair color. Yes, my old man bet on me. So now we’re sittin’ pretty on an extra two hundred bucks.
“Stop givin’ her shit, Jizz.”
Big sucks up the entire space with his massive hotness, and eyes Viper with a raised brow, silently communicating something. Viper moves away without question and Big drops down in front of me, expelling an aged groan. His back rests against the front of my chair, his shoulders wide. Unable to stretch my legs on either side of him, thanks to my seat’s narrow arms, I tuck my legs under me instead. Reaching over his shoulder, he hands me the handle of a brush. Taking it, I get to work gently brushing through his hair—something that I love to do. It’s so silky smooth under my fingers and smells just like him—delicious man.
My brother doesn’t want to let up. “Big, you’re tellin’ me that when you hear Harley, you don’t think dude? We’ve got brothers with that name.”
Despite the itch to tell my brother off, I continue to run my fingers and the brush through Big’s hair. Sometimes that boy has gotta shut it. And I trust Big enough to handle this correctly.
Reaching over his shoulder, Big lays a hand on my knee. “If your sister wants to name our daughter Harley, she’s gonna name her Harley. It’s not up for discussion. Period . I don’t like you questionin’ her about it. That’s not your place. You’re not her old man or club Prez. I am. So you’re gonna show her respect, not only ‘cause she’s your sister, but because she’s my old lady and the mother of my child. Ya hear me?” His voice is deathly low—lethal.
With apologetic eyes, Jizz raises his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry. You’re right. I just thought I’d see my sister havin’ a baby named Chelsea or Chloe, or somethin’ like that.”
“Harley’s her name, and her nickname is Leech. That’s the end of the discussion.” Big is firm.
The hell it is. I pinch the top of his hand, and he tips his head
“Thanks for hangin’,” I call to both of their backs, as they say goodbye to their Prez, before raising their hands in farewell as they hit the entry hall. Everyone returns the gesture in kind.
Viper slips around Beth, who’s busy talking to Gunz, then pops a squat on the floor right next to my feet. It’s the exact same spot Pretzel usually mans. “So you’re actually naming her Harley, eh?”
Playfully, I flick him in the back of the head. “Yeah. You gotta problem with that?”
“Hey,” he scolds lightheartedly, rubbing his head. A chuckle forms under his breath. “I was only askin’.”
Sure he was. I’ve been getting ribbed about it for hours.
Jizz steals a vacated chair in front of one of the windows, diagonal from us. Then he runs his hand through the back of his ponytail. “Yeah, sis, what the hell is up with that name? When I think of a Harley, I think of a dude. Hell, I know two different Harley’s from two of our other chapters. Don’t ya wanna give her a more feminine name?”
Not sure if he's serious, or just a teasing jackass like normal, so with oomph, I flip my brother a big fat double bird. “Fuck off, Jizz. Unlike her hair color, we’re not runnin’ a bet on her name, or getting outside input.”
Yep, you heard that correctly … a hair color bet. I swear these dumbasses find anything to gamble on. Apparently, the boys decided to run one on what hair color Harley would have when she was born. Only four people bet blonde. Everyone else thought brown, because they all swore she’d look more like Big. Guess they didn’t realize how strong our genes are. Well, they should have, considering every single one of my biological brothers and sisters have blonde hair and bluish eyes. However, you won’t hear me complaining about the bet, because Gunz, Big, Deke, and Mickey all put their money on my hair color. Yes, my old man bet on me. So now we’re sittin’ pretty on an extra two hundred bucks.
“Stop givin’ her shit, Jizz.”
Big sucks up the entire space with his massive hotness, and eyes Viper with a raised brow, silently communicating something. Viper moves away without question and Big drops down in front of me, expelling an aged groan. His back rests against the front of my chair, his shoulders wide. Unable to stretch my legs on either side of him, thanks to my seat’s narrow arms, I tuck my legs under me instead. Reaching over his shoulder, he hands me the handle of a brush. Taking it, I get to work gently brushing through his hair—something that I love to do. It’s so silky smooth under my fingers and smells just like him—delicious man.
My brother doesn’t want to let up. “Big, you’re tellin’ me that when you hear Harley, you don’t think dude? We’ve got brothers with that name.”
Despite the itch to tell my brother off, I continue to run my fingers and the brush through Big’s hair. Sometimes that boy has gotta shut it. And I trust Big enough to handle this correctly.
Reaching over his shoulder, Big lays a hand on my knee. “If your sister wants to name our daughter Harley, she’s gonna name her Harley. It’s not up for discussion. Period . I don’t like you questionin’ her about it. That’s not your place. You’re not her old man or club Prez. I am. So you’re gonna show her respect, not only ‘cause she’s your sister, but because she’s my old lady and the mother of my child. Ya hear me?” His voice is deathly low—lethal.
With apologetic eyes, Jizz raises his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry. You’re right. I just thought I’d see my sister havin’ a baby named Chelsea or Chloe, or somethin’ like that.”
“Harley’s her name, and her nickname is Leech. That’s the end of the discussion.” Big is firm.
The hell it is. I pinch the top of his hand, and he tips his head
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