Withstanding Me (17 page)

Mason was perfectly fine with my response. It was dropped. I don’t feel liberated that the man’s been dealt with. I just feel like I can breathe a little better.

“Hey bitch. Wanna help me take over the Chinese spa?”

She’s so crazy, and I find that is what I love the most about her.

“Sure… what’s the plan?” I grin while noticing most of the brothers pile into the club. “Oh shit, hold on. The rest of the guys just showed up.”

Winter smacks herself in the head like ‘oh shit’ too. “I forgot they were bringing in the new prospects that Phil picked out before he passed away.”

“You mean before he was murdered?”

People pass away from normal causes. Phil was gun down in the middle of the night at his home. It’s just not right.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” She mumbles and I feel bad.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that.” I pat her arm.

“I know. I’m gonna go serve them some drinks. ZZ’s on his way over here anyway.” Winter teases.

“Shut the hell up.” I try to sound stern, but I fail miserably.

My eyes horn in on Mason as he stalks towards me, his brown eyes trained solely on me. He’s just so damn hot. Why must he looks so good?

“Darlin,” he murmurs walking behind the bar to stand beside me.

Fuck it. He looks hot. I grab him by the hand and start dragging him off to one of the private dance rooms. The nice VIP ones that we have. I can’t have sex, but that doesn’t mean I can’t please my man.

I lean him against the private pole and sternly tell him with my eyes not to move while I shut the door. I reach over and grab some lace the girls sometimes use to dance with. I walk back over and tie his hands behind the pole so that he can’t move.

“You got me a little worried here, babe. Not gonna fuckin lie.”

As I undo his pants, I start whispering seductively. “Did you know that when you stalk towards me like you do… it… gets… me… so… hot? What makes it worse is I know that underneath that t- shirt and cut is the sexiest chest and arms I’ve ever seen just layered with tattoos.”

“Baby,” he croaks as my fingers trail along his now freed dick.

“And this cock. Oh, this glorious fuckin cock.”

“Fuck. I should’ve given into you a long time ago.”

“Mmm…” I mumble in response as I drop to my knees. I hide my wincing pain. I grab hold of the base and start walking my tongue along his Jacob’s ladder.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit.” He moans banging his head on the back of the pole. “Fuck Storm, take it all baby, take all of my cock.”

And so I do. My lips and tongue gloriously move along his cock as he rams in and outta my mouth. Each thrust becoming faster and harder, almost gagging me as he releases with a roar.

“FUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”

It’s absolutely animalistic and sexy. I decide to recycle his words. “You were born to come,” I say as I lick my lips, and pull on the lace holding him to the poll as I stand up.

“Unfucking tie me, baby,” he pants.

“Oh Mason, Mason, Mason. I untied you when I stood up.”

His smirk comes back as he wiggles his wrist free of the lace and snatches me up into the slowest kiss I’ve ever had. It’s almost as if he’s savoring it.

“I knew I’d taste good mixed with you.”

I’m starting to ache, so I know just the thing to get him focused enough to leave me alone so I can calm down. I shape my fingers into an L, and I lay them against his chest. Sure enough, he straightens up and nods, then walks out.

My poor Mason. So scared of love. I smile as I follow him out.

***

“Ah… Storm, can you come here for a minute?” one of our doormen asks.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Some guy here saying he’s looking for Mason Dillan.”

My eyes go wide, and I quickly follow him to the doorway where our customers pay to get in. When I get close enough, I feel like I’ve just ran into Mason again. Except this is a younger version with blond hair. And all I can think is… what now?

I take a deep breath and stick out my hand. “Hello, I’m Storm. Manager of the club. What can I do for you?”

His grip is firm and yet friendly at the same time. But I’ve learned that means jack shit. “I’m looking for Mason Dillan. I was told I could find him here or over at Breakneck.”

“And you are…?”

“I’m his son.”

And just like that, the air gets sucked out of my lungs. I just had to ask what now? Didn’t I?

I point to my doorman. “Get ZZ and take him to a private booth now!”

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Mace.”

“Oh Jesus, how old are you Mace?”

“I’m eighteen, ma’am.”

Oh no he didn’t. I feel like Winter when she gets called ma’am. “Listen, I’m just a few years older than you. Please just call me Storm.” I grumble, peeking over my shoulder to see ZZ sitting in a private booth. “Follow me.”

“ZZ,” I greet as we walk up and I get a scowl until he sees someone behind me. “This here is Mace. He says he’s your son. I didn’t know you had a son.”

“WHAT?” He booms flying upwards.

He moves me to the side gently and stands right in front of Mace. “How do you figure you’re my son?”

“The woman who gave birth to me told me that,” Mace growls. Oh shit, he’s definitely Mason’s kid.

“And who is your birth mother?” Mason growls each word. I, on the other hand, already know. It’s gotta be Mira.

“Her first name is Mira.”

Told ya. The kid looks just like Mason and Tatiana.

Mason walks away for a moment dialing someone and starts yelling into the phone. I wish it were business hours because at least then we would have music going.

“He’s not mad at you Mace. Mira is just a bitch. No offense.”

“I don’t give a shit. Bitch gave me up for adoption.”

Oh no!

“No, my parents were great. It’s just, I’m a little different, and as I got older, it got harder on them, and they kicked me out. I’m not mad at them. But I can see now where I get my wild side from.” He chuckles. “Are you his friend?”

I open my mouth to answer when Mason comes back.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

“She’s hot.” Mace laughs. “Even with the bruises.”

“Fuck, he’s definitely my kid.”

“And you’re too young to be my dad,” Mace says, studying Mason.

“I knocked your bitch of a whore mother up when I was thirteen.”

“Seriously?” Mace’s mouth drops open.

“Yeah, seriously. You have a twin sister.”

“Oh shit, that’s cool. Can I meet her?”

Mason rubs the back of his head uncomfortably. I go to walk away, and he snatches my arm, growling under his breath. “Don’t you dare fuckin leave me.”

Then he turns back to Mace and says. “Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”

We all three sit in the booth, and I feel so outta place here.

Chapter 23

ZZ

I can’t believe I have a fuckin son. I hate that bitch Mira; I swear I fuckin hate her. Storm starts to move to walk away, and my hand clamps down on her arm. And I growl low at her, “Don’t you dare fuckin leave me.”

I turn back to my son. My son. Shit, that’s gonna take some getting use too.

“Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”

We sit down, and I notice Storm nervously fidgeting beside me. Shit, if my woman feels awkward, how the fuck does she think I feel?

“So… apparently the bitch’s womb you grew in gave you up for adoption and didn’t tell ya about me. I’m fuckin sorry about that. Didn’t even know you existed until just now.”

Fuck, I mean it’s true. Shit, this is fucked up. I reach under the table to lock my hand with Storm’s. I need her right now.

“She told me that when I found her. I knew it was gonna shock ya,” Mace laughs. Shit, he’s not even nervous. But the fucker is my kid. You can just tell. Dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Gets the blond from his whore mother.

“So, did you get raised right? I mean, they didn’t stick you in a shit home did they?”

Please say fuckin no. No fuckin kid deserves that shit.

“I have amazing parents. We’re kinda not talking right now because I’m like the black sheep. Always getting in trouble. I’m obsessed with street bikes and racing cars. Uh, my parents didn’t care for that.”

FUCK NO!

“Street bikes? Seriously man?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, pop. I’m a lover of all brands.”

Shit. He’s a mini me. Dammit!

“One. Don’t call me pop. I’m not even 14 years older than you. Two. Fuck. You better be,” I say with a somewhat growl. Yes, I’m fuckin growling at my kid. I rub my jaw with one hand and squeeze Storm’s hand with the other. I’m f.u.c.k.i.n stressed!

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to call you then?”

Storm starts laughing, and I turn my head and raise my eyebrow at her. “What? He’s your fuckin kid.” She says and starts laughing more.

“How about just ZZ?” I grit out.

“That shit works for me.”

“Oh shit. I can’t take it. He’s a mini you.” Storm loses her shit completely, and I sigh.

“She’s hot. Maybe when you’re old and gray and shit, she might wanna move onto a younger version of you.”

THE FUCK?

“Shit.” Storm curses, her laughing stops.

“You’re only getting away with that comment because my blood runs through your veins,” I say with a hoarse tone.

“Gotcha. So, here’s the thing, my parents want shit to do with me right now. Gotta place I can crash?”

Before I can answer, Storm starts tugging on my arm. I avert my attention to her, and she gestures for me to bend down so she can whisper. “The Russians, babe. If they find out you have a son and he’s not being pro-tec-ted…,” she drags the final word out.

Jesus Christ! Will it ever stop?

I take a deep breath, pray that my newly found son isn’t a pussy, and hope that he won’t run away. “Look, here’s the thing kid. Well shit. You’re not a kid. Fuck. Mace. We’re not… dammit. Storm, a little help here?”

I don’t know what to say.

“Mace,” she says sweetly. “We’re in a bit of a pickle here.”

“Pickle, really?” I laugh.

“You want me to explain it or not?”

I throw my hands up from her tone.

“People want some of us dead.” She points to her battered face. “See. This ain’t race wars and shit you’re probably used too.”

Race wars. Huh. Good job babe.

“If you want to stay here, you need to follow lockdown rules. If the people after us find out your ZZ’s son, you’ll be killed. I’m not saying that shit to play games. They will kill you. So if you stay, you will need to listen to the brothers, follow their rules.”

I look over at my son and see a grin float across his face. I admit I’m a little freaked out right now, because this kid is me, like not long ago…

“Fuck I’m in.”

I groan and smack my head onto the table.

“Don’t worry about him,” Storm says with a laugh and starts rubbing my back. “He’s just a little stressed.”

Mace whistles and I look up. He’s got his eye on Piper. Oh hell no. “Don’t even think about it kid. Sniper will kill you.”

“Damn she’s cute, and she’s coming this way,” he says with a smile, totally ignoring what I just fuckin said.

“Hey guys what’s up? Oh, who’s the fox?” Piper grins at my son.

“My son.”

“What? Oh, are you fuckin serious?”

“As a heart attack.” I reply.

“Well, you want something to drink? ZZ, you look like you fuckin need it.” She laughs at me. What’s with all this fuckin laughing? This shit ain’t funny. I’m now responsible for two kids. Would have been a third… Fuck, I do need a drink.

“I’ll take one.” Mace grins the Dillan smile at her. FUCK!

“You’re under age,” I growl.

“ZZ, you let Tatiana drink all the fuckin time. Get the stick outta your ass,” Piper taunts.

“Who’s Tatiana?”

“Well, I guess she’s your sister. She’s ZZ’s daughter.”

Leave it to Piper to tell the world every motherfuckin thing.

Piper and Mace start chatting one another up, and I sit back in the booth, place my arm around Storm, and drag her body into mine. I need a calming peace right now, and she’s my fuckin peace. Just when things feel like they’re settling, Winter comes over and gestures for me with a head nod.

“I’ll be right back.” I whisper to Storm and place a kiss on her temple. I can’t kiss her on the lips. I want to devour her every single fuckin time when I do.

I walk up to Winter, and she’s nervously biting on her lip.

“I need you to talk with the brothers. On my prepay that we set up for my cousin…” she trails off, waiting for me to remember what Braxxon informed us about before he left. “He says some of the Russians are my mom’s and some of them are my uncle’s. I have no fuckin clue who is who. Or who we can trust ZZ. My cousin sounded a little fishy, and I don’t think I can trust him anymore.”