I think it’s just crap and that they need their members chopped off.
The whole temptation crap is just that crap. They all have big alpha-hole egos and love to feed into them, and that is what Pitbull has been doing for as long as I can remember. Whether it’s flirting with a club girl or touching her, he welcomed it, and now he’s lost the one woman who saw him as her everything, and he’ll never find that again.
He’s an idiot.
My brother’s hard chest rumbles against my ear as he admits, “They are meant to be, so she’ll be punished, little doll,” and he tightens his arms around me, and I close my eyes, feeling so safe.
My brother, while four years older, is my best friend. I want to be wherever he is, but I also know he’s becoming a brother, and I can’t follow him everywhere. He makes sure that he’s around when he can, though, so I can’t really complain.
And then there is Psycho.
Out of all the brothers, and while I love them all equally, Psycho is my everything. I know, I know, I’m thirteen, but I just…
He’s my best friend, and over the past year, he’s become someone I have fallen for, a feeling I know my Mama will declare as puppy love.
It’s not, though, I know it isn’t.
My stomach tightens when he’s near, my heart races when he looks at me, and I hurt every time he has a woman on his arm.
I sigh and squeeze my brother tightly.
I’m too young for Psycho. I know this. Marie told me this yesterday when she saw me staring at him. I know I should look at boys my own age, or if my father had his way, not look at boys until he’s dead, which, let’s face it, is never going to happen. I just want a certain boy who most likely won’t want me because of our age gap.
It’s only four years, though…
“She finally left him?” my brother asks, his voice vibrating through me, and I open my eyes to see Psycho standing before us.
He runs his hand roughly through his light brown hair that’s short at the sides and longish on top, messing it up while he looks around the room. He’s most likely seeing shocked faces from the brothers that Jessica actually left her old man, someone who is currently an officer of the club, earning more money than the average brother. Someone who has sway within the club at that.
“She was just waiting for Marie to leave before running,” Psycho confirms, and my heart hurts at the pain in his voice as he admits, “She couldn’t stay any longer, even for me. He’s hurt her too much over the years.”
“He’s a fucking idiot is what he is,” Venom mumbles and the boys nod in agreement before he notices me and winces, “Sorry little doll…”
I snort.
I’m not sure when the brothers decided I was their ‘little doll,’ but for as long as I can remember, that has been my nickname to all—well, except for Psycho. To him, I’m his cupcake., I’m obsessed with them, and I happen to secretly like that he calls me something different.
“He is an idiot,” I say, “Jessica treated him like a king and honestly there is only so much an old lady can take before they decide they deserve better,” I lean away from my brother a little and look at Psycho then Viper, Fury and my brother and state, “A little advice for you from this little thirteen year old who sees more than you all realize. When an old lady comes along and they are willing to turn a blind eye about you cheating then they are not with you for you, they are with you for your cut.”
The clubhouse quietens, and I try not to bury back into my brother’s side and say, “When an old lady decides to hand in her cut after you’ve strayed, she is proving that she was with you for you, and you all took them for granted. Jessica knows her worth, and Pitbull took her for granted. You can’t have your bread and eat it too. If you don’t think you’ll be faithful to a woman who has given you their everything, who has turned a blind eye to the stuff you all dabble in – guns, drugs – then don’t make a woman your old lady, don’t take away years of her life only to destroy her, forcing her to start over and heal. Stick to the club girls.”
My brother half smiles at me, while brothers around me look at me in shock as Brick, the president of the MC, stutters, “When in the hell did our little doll grow up?”
I shake my head as some brothers chuckle while their women smile wide at my words while my mama furrows her brows, looking my way intently before the door opens. We all look to see Pitbull with a red face as he points at his son and demands, “How long did you know your mother was planning on leaving me for another man, huh?”
I roll my eyes hard at his accusation because, of course, that has to be the reason why she left him. Before anyone can pipe in, I mock, “Oh no, my old lady left. She must be seeing another man. Why else would she leave? I mean, it’s not like I was just allowing a club girl who isn’t even dressed appropriately with girls my age around to touch all over me.”
“Ivy!” my dad snaps, and I look his way and raise a brow.
“What?” I ask innocently, “It’s only the truth, and Mama told me never to lie. Isn’t that right, Mama?”
I look towards my Mama, who is trying to hide her laughter with the other old ladies, her dark blue eyes shining with amusement.
“I did, baby,” she agrees.
I nod, then look back at Dad and ask Mama, “And if you were in Jessica’s position, you’d also leave, right, Mama? Because you know your worth.”
My dad's jaw ticks as I raise a brow at him, and she again agrees, “Within a heartbeat, Ivy, I won’t allow my daughter to watch a man walk all over me.”
