Cyclone of Chaos by E.C. Land (best non fiction books of all time TXT) 📗

“Dad, they attacked Momma first.” I hear Stone say as he steps around his dad to face him. My little defender, always coming to my defense if he thinks I need it.

“What do you mean they attacked her first? Your momma doesn’t have a hair out of place,” Bane states.

Yeah, that’s because I know what the hell I’m doing.

“Of course, my momma doesn't, she's a badass,” Stone says proudly.

“Language Stone,” I reprimand.

“Sorry Momma,” he murmurs glancing in my direction for a brief second before meeting his dad's gaze and telling him everything that he saw happen.

Both the women kept protesting and interrupting him as he spoke. By the time he was finished Samuel’s face was red and I knew he was about to explode. Therefore, I wasn’t going to say anything. He’s about to do something I didn’t want him to do.

“You two get your shit and get the fuck out of here,” he snarls.

“But Scorch, you can’t be serious,” Barbie says, her eyes widen at the furious glare he directs at her.

“Do you think I’d believe a clubwhore over my own fuckin’ son? I’m not fuckin’ stupid I’ve seen the looks you’ve all given my ol’ lady. For those who are still allowed to stay I suggest you learn and start to listen. You either do as you’re fuckin’ told or get the fuck out now. This is my clubhouse. My fuckin’ rules and I’ll be fuckin’ damned if I’ll allow some cunt who thinks her shit don’t stink try to fuck shit up. Am I understood?”

Watching the man I married I can see why they call him Scorch more than ever. His eyes almost glow with rage when he’s pissed, but it almost seems as if he has fangs as he speaks. Yeah you can say he can look scary, but then again why am I getting turned on.

“Beast, make sure these two are off the property within the next fifteen minutes. Stone, can you hang out with Uncle Bane for a little bit, I need to talk to your momma?”

“Sure Dad,” Stone says.

“Good,” Samuel states, ruffling Stone's hair before making his way to me. Grabbing my arm, he pulls me up out of my chair and instead of just letting me walk with him wherever it is we were going he hefts me up over his shoulder.

Screeching, I slap at his ass to get him to put me down but it’s useless. All it does is cause him to slap my own ass.

Which in turn causes my panties to get wet.

I can hardly wait for this talk.

Chapter Thirteen

Scorch

Stupid fuckin’ bitches that think they can do what they want in my damn clubhouse. Not happenin’. As Stone explained everything my vision grew red and all I wanted to do was pull my gun out and shoot those cunts’ brains out. I didn’t give a fuck if I’d fucked their asses or not. You do not disrespect my ol’ lady. She’s an attachment of me so in return they’d been doing that shit to me.

I still plan on getting Ram to pull up the video feed of the main room. I want to see what the hell happened for myself.

More than anything I want to know why Emery was so calm about it. Most women would be pissed over the fact other women were clutching to me, crying about getting their asses beat. But not her, she’d sat her ass down and watched everything unfold before her. Instead of ratting on them, Emery let the two clubwhores dig their own grave.

Needing a moment alone with her, I’d told our son to hang out with Bane. Grabbing hold of her I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to my room here. A room I haven’t used in the last two weeks other than when I brought her in here for a quick fuck.

Like right now.

I need her tight fuckin’ pussy wrapped around my dick.

“Strip,” I order the moment I put her on her feet.

“I don’t think so,” she says, lifting her chin in defiance. Lust gleaming in her eyes.

“You really want to play it this way?” I demand stepping into her space as her back hits the wall behind her.

“Yeah that’s the way I wanna play it. I’m not gonna have you fuck me after you’ve had those two skanky ass bitches touching you.” Now I see the jealous side of her coming out. She used to hate it whenever we were out together, and some woman would hit on me. The women who surrounded her father and his men would try to push themselves on me as well.

Shaking my head, I chuckle deviously. “Angel, strip or I will rip those clothes off of you. If you’re not out of them in the next thirty seconds, they're gone.” I’m not playing this game with her when it comes to who’s in charge.

I’ll never give over control. Not to anyone.

When Emery bites her lip, I can see her mind spinning trying to think of something to get her way.

Nope not happenin’.

Putting my hands on her waist I lift her up making her wrap her legs around my waist and walk her to the bed. Tossing her on the mattress I’d at least been smart enough to have sent Numbnuts to get new sheets for it.

Emery squeals as she lands with a bounce on the bed. Moving quickly, I straddle her legs and rip her tank top from her body.

“Samuel,” she screeches.

“Told you, Angel, clothes off, you didn’t listen so I’m handlin’ it.” Pulling my knife from its sheath I slice through the bra she’s wearing.

“You did not just do that,” she yells reaching up to cover herself.

“Damn right I did,” I grin, tossing my knife on the nightstand and grabbing her hands with one hand and pulling my belt off with the other. Using my belt to secure her hands together, I put them back