left her home, her job, her life, and walked into a motorcycle club for protection so that nobody she loved got caught in the crossfire. If you think she’ll come running home because you’ve spat your pacifier out and had a temper tantrum, you are sadly mistaken. I might have only known her for a couple of days, but I already know she’ll cut you all out of her life before she’ll ever put you in danger.”
His shoulders drop as he looks at me, then to Saint, before scowling at Bates.
“Tell me what you’re getting out of this because we both know you’re not doing this out of the kindness of your heart.”
“We get her,” Bates answers with a growl. “Shit works differently in an MC. We don’t date or waste time pussyfooting around. If we see something we like, we claim it as ours.”
“So you claimed my sister?” Tate snaps.
“No, she claimed us. The second she punched me in the face, she sealed her fate. You can play with her head and her heart, but I’m telling you now, Tate, I won’t give her up. If you try to take her from us, Carnage will destroy you and anyone else who tries.” Bates takes a step toward him again but I halt his movements with my hand on his arm.
“And when you get bored?” Tate asks, which just pisses me off even more.
“I get that she’s your sister and you love her, but I’m guessing you already know that’s not how we work here. She is our old lady. That means something to not just us three but the whole club. We won’t get bored. I’m doubtful anyone ever gets bored where Reign is concerned, so why don’t you just spit out what’s really bothering you?” I growl. This guy is making it hard to remember why killing him would be a bad thing.
“Fine. Will you be faithful to her?” he asks, surprising me. That’s not what I thought he would say at all. “Despite what she thinks right now, I do want her to be happy. Can you see yourself settling down with one woman for the rest of your lives? Especially when you have so much club pussy around here just throwing itself at you?”
“It might come as a shock to you, but we do understand the concept of keeping our dicks in our pants. Yes, I’m sure you know other clubs take different views. Hell, I’m sure there are guys here who have them too, but not us three. And before you say anything, we don’t buy into the ‘if it happens on the road it stays on the road’ bullshit either. There is no point in taking an old lady if that’s the case. Like you said, if all we wanted was pussy, we have it here in abundance. But there comes a time in a man’s life, no matter what kind of man he is or what kind of life he leads, when he wants more than quick fucks with faceless women.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, he just looks at us before nodding.
“And everything else? Like how you make your money and the rumors about you all?”
“Are just that, rumors. No offense, Tate, but what we do or don’t do has fuck all to do with you. Reign, yes, but not you. I’ll give you this one caveat, though, because I’m feeling generous. Nothing will ever touch her. I won’t allow it,” I tell him quietly, offering him more than I would anyone else, out of respect for Reign.
Nobody says anything. What is there to say? Tate will never be fully on board. His lifestyle and what he believes in are a complete contradiction to everything the MC is about.
“Fine, but hear me, presidents.” He spits the word disrespectfully and I feel the animosity rolling in waves off the other MC members in the room. “If you or any of yours hurt her, I’ll burn this place to the ground and everyone in it,” he vows.
“Careful, Tate, you sound a little like an outlaw yourself,” Bates barks.
“There is nothing I won’t do for my sister. The difference is, I know a hundred and one ways to get rid of a body and leave no evidence.”
He turns and leaves just as Bates mutters under his breath, “Yeah, well, you aren’t the only one.”
Thankfully, Tate doesn’t hear him as he walks through the clubhouse like he owns the place. Funnily enough, he’d make a