Page 24 of Haze
“Ain’t happenin’, my boy. I got my good luck charm wit’ me.”
Pup’s smile grew slowly as he put the paper down and pressed his elbows to the counter. Haze already knew Pup was about to be on some bullshit.
“You talkin’ ’bout that fine ass honey with the curves from last night?”
Haze slapped him on the back of the head before he put Pup in a headlock. “Say it again.”
Though he was playing at the moment, rage soared through him at Pup’s words. The fact that other men could look at Devyn pissed him off. It should be illegal. Matter of fact, he was about to spend the afternoon writing that shit in the bylaws.
Keep your eyes off Devyn Frost.
He might not make the laws in the real world, but in his motorcycle club, he damn sure did.
“Ease up, Prez, damn! I was jokin’,” Pup said somewhere between a laugh and seriousness.
Haze might not have had arms that rivaled a tree trunk like Gideon, but he definitely had a good bit of muscle that could squeeze the air right out of Pup, even though the kid was farfrom little now. When Pup first came to the Vicious Kings, he had been scrawny and malnourished. His people did him dirty, and Pup was in the streets bad. Haze took him under his wing, and the lil nigga had his weight up now. He was almost as tall as Haze with some muscles of his own to show off. He even had a few tattoos that he proudly showcased on his arms and chest.
“Don’t tell no dumb-ass jokes like that again,” Haze said before he let Pup go and walked over to the refrigerator.
While he rummaged around, Pup spoke.
“Let me find out you found your ol’ lady. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Well, you seein’ it, lil nigga. Thicka is all mine, and I ain’t lettin’ up on her ass,” Haze said as he pulled a bag of bagels and some cream cheese out of the refrigerator.
He knew how to cook. His mama made sure of that, but Devyn would have to see those skills another time. He was on a time crunch and had a race to win.
“Respect, Prez,” Pup said before he got up. He rolled the paper up and stuck it in his back pocket like a damn grandpa before saluting Haze and walking out of the kitchen.
Haze made quick work of toasting the bagel and adding the cream cheese. He added some fresh strawberries and grapes to the plate and rushed back upstairs. The house was pretty empty because everyone was already outside getting ready for the races.
When he entered the room, he stopped short. Devyn pulled on some sweats, but he caught a glimpse of her fat ass in the thong he’d bought her earlier, and his mouth salivated.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
Devyn jumped and turned toward him. “You scared the hell out of me. I didn’t hear you.”
Haze swaggered toward her and dropped her plate on the nightstand before he gathered her in his arms. The action felt so natural to him.
“I ain’t mean to scare you.”
When she laid her head on his chest, his heart skipped a damn beat. All he could do was shake his head. He remembered when Gideon and Glimmer linked up. He clowned Gideon for days. Hell, hestillclowned him for how in love he was with his wife. The right to do all that had vanished the moment he laid eyes on Devyn, but he damn sure couldn’t say shit about Gideon now that Devyn was in his life for good. He would look like a damn hypocrite.
Reluctantly, he pulled away and looked down at her. He’d gotten her a comfortable sweat suit set with a tank top to go underneath. She looked comfortable, clean, and hungover. His poor baby.
“Go ’head and eat.” He nodded toward the plate.
She glanced at it and then looked down at the floor. “Haze, I think we need to talk.”
Assuming that she wanted to talk about them having sex the night before, he shut that shit down real quick.
“How ’bout this? You eat, I go win this race, you go home and get some rest and get back to your shorty, and we can talk once you’re settled and not so hungover?” he suggested. He didn’t want to get into the logistics of their budding relationship or the fat ass ring he planned to buy her just yet, because he knew her scary ass would run from him again. He didn’t want to worry about her disappearing again right before his race. Even though it was just friendly competition between him and his men, he needed a clear mind. Haze was a sore loser, so winning was his only option. Her eyes were still cast down to the floor. Haze’s brows pulled in, and he tilted her chin up so she looked at him. “You good?”
Hesitantly, she nodded before she grabbed the plate and sat on the bed.
While she ate, Haze walked into his closet to change his clothes. He had already showered when he got home that morning, but he didn’t want to ride in his sweats and hoodie. He put on some black jeans, an undershirt, and his vest, and then his leather Vicious Kings jacket. Once his thick leather boots were on, he put on some leather gloves and a durag so his helmet wouldn’t mess up his waves. He kept everything he needed at the compound, but this wasn’t where he lived. He crashed here a few times a week, but his home was his true safe space. He couldn’t wait to take Devyn there.
By the time he walked back into the bedroom, Devyn had finished up her food. She glanced up at him, and he saw the hearts in her eyes, even though she tried to mask them. That tough girl act was back, but that was okay with him. He’d break through that shit without the help of liquor soon enough.
