Page 48 of Hard as Rock (The Rock Star's Seduction 3)
When Blaze, Rocket, and Pain came to me and explained they wanted to prospect for the club, it took me a minute to digest their request. Not that I was opposed to it. Knowing Blaze, I knew he wouldn’t be without his sister and wouldn’t return home since she was making a life here with Taz, the club's VP. The others, including Sin, are what some would call co-dependent. The five of them have worked and lived together for so long that they are a well-oiled machine, so it made sense that they would all move here with Bellamy.
Although everything seems to be going well, as a mother hen, there are some things I’ve noticed. Something is going on with Sin, and for the first time in her life, my youngest daughter is not sharing. No one seems to want to question her. Unfortunately for my girl, I’m not her siblings or cousins. I plan on sitting her down and finding out what is going on with her when she gets back from her recent job. A job she was far too eager to accept. My suspicions started when she asked to stay on the job until it was done. Sin never takes jobs without at least one of her team. The fact that she is now, means whatever she is hiding or going through, she doesn’t want us to know about. I sigh, thinking about her and all the possibilities. I’m pulled out of my thoughts by Bellamy’s bellowing of my name.
“MOM! For reals, I’m about to lose my shit. Please.” Bell's once amused eyes are now pleading. But she can suffer a little longer,
“What… Turn around is fair play, dear daughter.” I smile full-on at my girl as she glares at me.
“Why does my woman look like she is about to murder someone and cry at the same damn time?” I hear Taz before I see him.
I stare into my daughter's eyes a little longer before Taz reaches her. When he does, he doesn’t have time to lean down and kiss her before she bolts, no doubt to give the club girl who prevented Taz from getting to her sooner a piece of her mind. We all watch as she surges through the main room on a mission, shoving anyone in her way. I can hear her cursing up a storm about her petty mother and her not deserving this torture. I chuckle. I don’t watch when she reaches the club girl. She’s put those bitches in their place enough times to know a few good insults, and a smack will do the trick.
I feel him before I see him. “What was that about, sweetheart?” His breath caresses my ear, and I have to repress my body's need to lean into him. But I don’t stop myself from breathing him in. Damn, the scent of him does something to me. My eyes close on their own accord.
Twisting my head to look into his eyes, huffing out a breath when I see amusement in them. Narrowing my eyes when I look closer, I see stress and worry making my brow furrow.
“What happened?” Searching his face for answers, I know I won’t let slip, even if he looks at me like his world begins and ends with me.
He gives me a look of appreciation, and just as quickly, a grin replaces the strain on his face. My brow lifts as I stare at him, waiting for an answer. Instead of giving me the answer I want, he kisses my cheek and lingers, pulling away slightly so his lips are near my ear when he speaks.
“Nothing to worry about, my sweet Savvy, just some club business.” He says with a smirk, pulling away entirely.
I huff in frustration, sitting back in my seat, causing him to chuckle and take the seat next to me, wrapping his arm around the back of my seat. I hear a gagging sound, which has me looking up. I didn’t even realize Bell was back from the club girl episode or was now perched on Taz’s lap. Taz, who is watching Gunner, and I, with a big goofy smile. He’s enjoying this and the reaction it elicits from our daughter. My dramatic-ass daughter ruins the moment between her father and me because she’s a childish brat.
“I would just like to say that whatever you are doing to my mother needs to stop. She has become cruel and petty, and I would like to return it to sender and get a refund. Zero out of ten do not recommend it. If I could give you, daddio, a zero-star rating on Amazon, I would because what the actual fuck?”
“Does she ever shut up?”
Giggle
“Does she know how?”
Giggle
“How can he stand it?”
Giggle, cackle, giggle.
“She’s not even that pretty. He’ll tire of her soon enough.”
Cackle, giggle, and more giggling.
“Is this some sort of incest thing, gross? Like he’s her dad's VP. Isn’t that like family or whatever?” More obnoxious giggles ensue, causing my hackles to rise.
Watching my daughter closely, I know the moment it clicks, and those bitch's words register. Turning my head away from Gunner and Bell. I look over my shoulder at the table of club whores and watch as Princess encourages their unacceptable behaviors by giggling and smirking in our direction. That child will never learn. But after the wedding and with the shit she pulled, I don’t think she cares.
A few months back, with Princess's encouragement, one of the former club whores got out of line with me, telling me how I needed to back off Gunner and that if he threw me away once, he would do it again. I may have my issues with his and my past, but that bitch was not about to pop off at the mouth and think it would benefit her. I had no qualms about smacking her ass around and making it clear I’m not one to be fucked with. Not because I was claiming Gunner, it was simply because I can’t stand those bitches and their constant need to stir the pot with not just me but all the ol’ ladies of the club. Since then, I haven’t had issues with those bitches, and the little titty bitch was promptly kicked out of the club after I told Gunner, in no uncertain terms, that if I ever saw her again, I would slit her throat. The other whores have steered clear until today, until now. With the backing of Princess, who must have wound their backs, giving the cowardly little lion's courage. I guess they forgot who the fuck I am and who the fuck my daughter is.
Taz tries to distract Bell from the snickering little bitches. My eyes shift to Gunner, whose eyes are filled with fury. I’m sure he can feel my eyes boring into the side of his head, but his eyes never leave his target. The anger in them is palpable, making it clear he’s heard every syllable those little bitches are saying. His hand bunches up on the back of my shirt. I’m unsure if it’s keeping me or him from going over there.
Blaze comes to the table and slams the beers he intended to deliver to his father and Taz, eyes blazing. The look he shoots his younger sister is deadly, and I know it's time for me to shut this shit down. Unlike most members of this club, my son is not afraid to set a bitch in her place. With the world we live in, we don’t give a shit what is between your legs. If you need to get set straight, we will set you straight.
Slowly, I stand. Gunner releases my shirt and a breath, knowing that there is nothing he can do now. I shift to look at those little bitches, still running their mouths. The only one who realizes they have fucked up is Princess, whose eyes are on her visibly furious father. She looks away from her father, eyes trailing to mine. When our eyes meet, hers flares with heat but quickly cools when she sees the look on my face. That child loves riling those bitches up and sitting back to watch the fallout. Never thinking about the consequences. She’s going to fuck around and fuck with the wrong person and find out.
Her moments of being petty about Bellamy are becoming more frequent. We all thought that after what went down the week of her and Taz’s wedding, she would stop seeing her sister as her enemy, but clearly, I was wrong. Fortunately for her, she treads a little softer with me. Guess she is feeling bold today.
Princess watches me, and when I step toward her table, her eyes widen in shock. As if she didn’t think I would get involved. As if she thought I would leave my daughter to deal with this disrespect. Not on my fucking watch. I’ve tried letting Gunner handle her, but this is ridiculous. I know she’s hurting after the shit with her mother, but enough is enough.
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