Ryan Michele - Seduce Me

“I’m not sure what’s running through that thick skull of yours, but you need to figure it out. If you truly love Casey now is the time to show it. She’s a shell of a woman G.T., losing Mia killed a part of her and now she believes you are gone as well. She’s empty and broken. You need to decide what you want and quick. She’s leaving right after Diamond’s funeral and this time she vows no matter what happens, she won’t be back.”

Princess didn’t give me time to respond, the click of the door tells me she’s gone.

I roll off the bed, needing a drink, now. I don’t give a shit about the meds. I need alcohol. Walking out into the main clubhouse guys line the walls and stop to say hi or pat me on my good shoulder. Everyone except for Pops whose eyes glare at me. I walk up to him and the vein in his neck twitches.

“Church, you and me now!” Pops brushes past me and I follow, closing the doors behind me.

Pops looks out the window not bothering to turn and look at me when he begins talking. “Boy, this shit ends now. We’ve got too much going down. The club is at stake and we’re taking out our problems very soon. I need your fucking head in the game and not stuck up Casey’s pussy.”

I nod. “I’m ready.”

“Bullshit you’re ready. You’re still out for another few weeks Doc says, which means, you stay behind.”

“Fuck that! I’ll be fine. You can’t tell me that I have to stay back.”

“Can and did.” He turns and looks me in the eye. “You’ll handle shit inside, but not outside. We will take care of all that.”

“What the fuck Pops?”

“Don’t go getting your pretty panties in a bunch.” He smirks. “Got info from Ransom. Rabbit’s got a hushed meeting coming up here in a few days. Fucker’s trying to be quick and under the radar, but Ransom’s got people.” I nod for him to continue. “All his members in one building and that’s our chance.”

“Bomb it?” He nods. “Buzz needs in on this and so does Tug. They’re real good at that shit.”

“Yeah. After Diamond’s funeral, we have church and it all gets set up. You’ll work from here. Got it?”

“Yeah.” I grumble not happy about it.

“We’ll be picking VP too.” My ears perk a bit.

“Am I up for it?”

“Yeah. You and Becs.” I stare for a moment and process it. I never once thought that I wouldn’t be sitting next to Pops at the table and hearing the other man’s name stuns me for a moment. “Yeah. You’re still young. Remember that.” He says opening the door.

Fuck. All those damn tests they put me through and to not get voted in. I follow Pops out of the room and stop dead in my tracks. Casey is standing behind the bar, her back to me. Tug pauses when he sees me but then continues his conversation with her smiling softly, but keeping one eye on me. Smart man.

Casey’s shoulders sag and she turns around, her eyes landing directly on mine, so many thoughts pouring out of them. She abruptly turns back, Tug nods and she walks out the front door of the clubhouse.

Tug wipes his hands, walking up to me. “Brother, she wants me to take her somewhere. I’m gonna go.”

It isn’t a request for permission, but it is a plea for understanding.

“Where?” I ask abruptly.

“To see Bam.” Fuck. I rub my hand over my face, nod and turn away. He takes his cue and leaves.

The entire morning I spent helping Harlow and ten other women get all the food ready for after the funeral today. We made enough food to feed an army, but that’s what we were feeding. An army of brothers. I do anything and everything to keep my mind off of the swirling inside my head, even if only for a moment.

After getting back from seeing Bam yesterday, I stayed locked in my room. Harlow brought me food and tried to coerce me out, but I needed to be alone. Which is totally ironic considering all I wanted before was her comfort before.

I didn’t truly know how G.T. would react to Mia and even though he is pissed as shit, I’m happy about it. I’m happy he cares. It means she mattered to him. Even if he can’t stand to be in the same room as me, at least he cares enough about her to be upset. That’s all that matters.

“You’re riding in the limo.” Harlow says rushing into my room. I’d just gotten the last of my makeup on. I’d decided to go with a simple black dress that hugs my body, but flowed at the bottom. Simple yet cute.

“Okay.”

“You’ll be with G.T.” I turn abruptly.

“You think that’s a good idea? Having us in a confined space.”

“You’re family. You ride in the limo. He can’t ride yet, so he’s with you in the cage.”

“Fine.” I grumble. This is so a bad idea.

“Come on. We gotta get upstairs.” Harlow is wearing her leathers which is to be expected. All the brothers and their ol’ ladies will be riding today in honor of Diamond.

“You riding or riding with Cruz?” I ask climbing the stairs to the main room.

“Riding next to Cruz.” She answers quickly.

Scanning the room, G.T.’s eyes instantly find mine and suck me in. I turn away quickly not wanting to get pulled into the hurt right now. It’s too difficult of a day and I cannot add to it right now.

A commotion from the door commands our attention and all eyes of the club swing that way. A little pixie of a woman stands waving her finger at everyone and no one in particular. I move closer to get a better view. She is dressed in a sleek black dress that shows off her hourglass figure. Her long chestnut hair flows straight down her back. As she turns, I know instantly who she is.

“Shaina?” G.T asks from the far couch. My eyes flicker towards him. He looks good enough to eat. His black pants hug his legs, tight black t-shirt hugs his chest and his rag sets it all off. I shake my head and turn back to Shaina.

Shaina makes eye contact with him. “Well, if it isn’t the MC golden boy, born and bred to run this shithole. Too bad my dad had to die for it to happen.”

“Nice to see you too. Didn’t think you’d make it.” None of us thought she would show her face for it, guess we were wrong… Her relationship with her dad was not the greatest, at least what we knew of it.

“Now come on G.T. what kind of daughter would I be if I didn’t come say goodbye to my daddy?” The tone in her voice pisses me off. It’s smug and arrogant and totally disrespectful to Diamond.

“You didn’t want to fucking say hi to him when he was alive. I doubt it would fucking matter if you say goodbye.” G.T. barks loudly.

“Such a fierce, loyal man you are G.T. Don’t worry, after today I’ll be gone for good. That is after you give me my money.”

G.T. rises from the couch. “What fucking money?”

“I know there is a shit ton of rules in this place. Isn’t there one for a brother killing another brother?” She walks in and stops in front of G.T., turning cold as she says the last three words. My body stills and part of me wants to run to his defense, but I stop myself.

“You fucking bitch. You fucking think I killed him?” G.T. roars.

“You should leave.” Harlow calls from beside me. Shaina’s eyes snap quickly to hers.

“Oh and look who it is, Miss Princess. Don’t you look pretty in all your leather?” She chastises Princess, who walks toe to toe with her.

“You need to shut the fuck up quickly or all these men here will throw your ass out.”

She smirks and turns back to G.T. “What would you call not protecting my dad?”

“I tried to fucking save him.” G.T. clips his vein starts to pulsate.

“Didn’t do a very good job, did ya?” G.T. lunges for the woman just as Harlow grabs her around the throat.

“You are not welcome here. You want to come to the funeral, fine, but don’t fucking step foot back here.” G.T. growls. “Buzz, make sure she leaves. Now.” He nods, grabs Shaina and takes her out of the clubhouse.

“Nothing like getting started early.” Harlow says brushing her hands down her clothes to smooth them out.

“It’s time.” Pops calls out to the club, not acknowledging the outburst and everyone files out.

“I’ll see you there.” Harlow says as I enter the limo.

“Yep. No worries.” I don’t know if I am reassuring her or myself. She nods and takes off leaving the door wide open. I move as far over in the seat as I can, not wanting to touch G.T. I stare out the window waiting to hear the rumble of all the bikes that will follow us. I love that noise.

My body vibrates, sensing him before I feel the movement on the seat. I do not turn to him or talk. I don’t even think I can breathe. This is the closest I’ve been to him since I told him about Mia and while he said some horrible things, I know they were in a moment of hurt. I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same.

His breathing is the only sound I hear until all the bikes behind us roar to life and we move. The seat begins to shake repeatedly. I look over to see G.T.’s leg bouncing uncontrollably as he looks back at the bikes, his face twisting. He’s hurt and crushed he can’t be on his bike, riding for this. My insides twist.

My hand instinctively reaches out and grabs his leg making him jump and I quickly pull away. “Sorry.” I mumble turning back to the window. Heat flushes through my body. He grunts, no words escaping his lips.

It’s strange that in the course of one day, G.T. and I can crush everything we built over the years. Words. They cut deep, deeper than actions. Each one that spewed out of our mouths came from hurt and in my head, I know that, but my heart is another story.

Anger radiates off of G.T. and if I sat any closer to him, I might just go up in flames. Today though, I don’t have it in me to confront him. When I woke up this morning, I grabbed every bit of strength I could, but now at this moment with the cemetery getting closer, the strength oozes out of me, leaving the grief to strangle me like a vise.