Zeke’s hand smashed as he put too much pressure around it.
“I hope that helps you sleep at night after everything you’ve done,” Demon said, hanging up the phone.
Zeke stared at the blood in his hand before glancing at the glass on the floor. He relished the pain for several seconds, watching as his blood started to drip onto the broken glass. He should go out and slice Striker’s throat open.
Demon was only speaking the truth.
The mess caused because of Shakes and Daniella had been all his fault. He hated admitting he was wrong. The one thing he loved in the whole world was his daughter. Dani meant the world to him, always had, and always would. She was the child he never thought he’d have.
It was because of his love for her that he feared for her safety all the time. Not a day went by when he didn’t think that his enemies would get to her. Even now, he had three of his men protecting her. He made sure they lived close to her and could blend in without being detected.
He watched Striker as the guy moved from one scene to another, observing each male as they worked out their women.
This was his life.
Climbing out of his chair, he left his room.
“Clean that mess up,” he said, passing Louise on the way out of the room.
He was in his main office within seconds, removing the shards of glass with a pair of tweezers. Once he finished cleaning out the wounds, he bandaged his hand up. Sitting back, Zeke rubbed at his eyes. He was getting too old for this shit.
Just when he thought he was finally going to get some peace, his cell phone started ringing again.
“Fuck!” He growled out the word, answering his phone. “Zeke!”
“We’ve got a new shipment of girls for you to come and look at. They want to work for you, and you said you want to approve all new girls.”
Cursing, Zeke rested his head on the desk. Zeke didn’t deal in trafficking women, he fucking hated it. However, he knew some women wanted to work their bodies for an income, and that is where he came in. “Fine, I’m coming.”
The last thing he wanted to deal with was a new shipment of women who wanted to fuck for a living. He didn’t know why he did what he did, but he was the best at it. Rubbing at his eyes, Zeke took a deep breath before climbing out of his office chair.
Daniella finished putting the sauce over the chicken as Shakes entered their home. She paused, running her hands down her dress as he took in the romantic setting.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Well, I thought we should celebrate,” she said.
He leaned against the doorframe and smiled at her. “What about?”
“There’s a whole list of things really.” She’d never done anything like this, and after he’d left to go see Demon, she’d wanted to do something special for him. “Zeke’s not going to kill you, which I think is amazing. We’re going to have a baby.” She pressed a hand to her stomach. “Then there’s you and the club.”
“I told you last night, baby, there’s no me and the club. I’ll always be there if they need me, but I’m not going to be with them.”
“I know what you said.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. Her heart was pounding. “I don’t want you to make the decision because of me. I love you, Shakes. You’ve given up so much for me. I don’t want to be responsible for taking the club away from you.” Dani had taken the time to think long and hard. She didn’t want them to resent or hate each other in the future because of what had happened now. If he wanted to be part of the club, then she’d support him, just like she’d support him in anything.
He entered the kitchen, and stepped right up close to her, cupping her face between his large hands. “Dani,” he said, sighing.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” He pressed his forehead against hers, and she melted. Shakes’ warmth surrounded her, and she felt protected and safe. “I told Demon that as much as I loved the club, I
“I hope that helps you sleep at night after everything you’ve done,” Demon said, hanging up the phone.
Zeke stared at the blood in his hand before glancing at the glass on the floor. He relished the pain for several seconds, watching as his blood started to drip onto the broken glass. He should go out and slice Striker’s throat open.
Demon was only speaking the truth.
The mess caused because of Shakes and Daniella had been all his fault. He hated admitting he was wrong. The one thing he loved in the whole world was his daughter. Dani meant the world to him, always had, and always would. She was the child he never thought he’d have.
It was because of his love for her that he feared for her safety all the time. Not a day went by when he didn’t think that his enemies would get to her. Even now, he had three of his men protecting her. He made sure they lived close to her and could blend in without being detected.
He watched Striker as the guy moved from one scene to another, observing each male as they worked out their women.
This was his life.
Climbing out of his chair, he left his room.
“Clean that mess up,” he said, passing Louise on the way out of the room.
He was in his main office within seconds, removing the shards of glass with a pair of tweezers. Once he finished cleaning out the wounds, he bandaged his hand up. Sitting back, Zeke rubbed at his eyes. He was getting too old for this shit.
Just when he thought he was finally going to get some peace, his cell phone started ringing again.
“Fuck!” He growled out the word, answering his phone. “Zeke!”
“We’ve got a new shipment of girls for you to come and look at. They want to work for you, and you said you want to approve all new girls.”
Cursing, Zeke rested his head on the desk. Zeke didn’t deal in trafficking women, he fucking hated it. However, he knew some women wanted to work their bodies for an income, and that is where he came in. “Fine, I’m coming.”
The last thing he wanted to deal with was a new shipment of women who wanted to fuck for a living. He didn’t know why he did what he did, but he was the best at it. Rubbing at his eyes, Zeke took a deep breath before climbing out of his office chair.
Daniella finished putting the sauce over the chicken as Shakes entered their home. She paused, running her hands down her dress as he took in the romantic setting.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Well, I thought we should celebrate,” she said.
He leaned against the doorframe and smiled at her. “What about?”
“There’s a whole list of things really.” She’d never done anything like this, and after he’d left to go see Demon, she’d wanted to do something special for him. “Zeke’s not going to kill you, which I think is amazing. We’re going to have a baby.” She pressed a hand to her stomach. “Then there’s you and the club.”
“I told you last night, baby, there’s no me and the club. I’ll always be there if they need me, but I’m not going to be with them.”
“I know what you said.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. Her heart was pounding. “I don’t want you to make the decision because of me. I love you, Shakes. You’ve given up so much for me. I don’t want to be responsible for taking the club away from you.” Dani had taken the time to think long and hard. She didn’t want them to resent or hate each other in the future because of what had happened now. If he wanted to be part of the club, then she’d support him, just like she’d support him in anything.
He entered the kitchen, and stepped right up close to her, cupping her face between his large hands. “Dani,” he said, sighing.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” He pressed his forehead against hers, and she melted. Shakes’ warmth surrounded her, and she felt protected and safe. “I told Demon that as much as I loved the club, I
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