So sexy

MELISSA'S POV

"She's really sick, Dad."

I had just finished telling him what I had to deal with the night before with Mom. He sighed. "Yeah, Ia know she is, but what do you want me to do about it?"

"She needs help. Help that we can't give her." I didn't want to see my Mom go down this path any longer.

I would love nothing more than to have somewhat of a normal relationship with my Mom again. Right now, she was a shell of her former self and I hated that for her.

"I know. After tonight, I will look around for some good rehab places and see if I can get her into one of them."

I hugged my dad around his stubborn neck. "Thanks, dad."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now stop with all of this lovey-dovey shit and help me out with this before the guys get here and we have to take off." 

I smiled as I pulled up a chair and got to work.

ALEXANDER'S POV.

Running drugs wasn't what this club was founded on, but in this community, we had to do whatever we could to get the income; no matter how much we all hated it.

"Hey, brother, you ready to get your freak on?" Smokey smacked me on the back as we got off our bikes.

We made another successful run and were safe and sound back at the clubhouse.

"You know it," I replied.

I wasn't looking forward to the party, but I could definitely use a damn good buzz before I left my brothers tomorrow. None of them had heard the news yet, but Axel would tell them soon

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As I sat in my chair in the meeting room, I looked across to find Mellisa's chair empty. Where the hell was she? She rarely ever missed a meeting.

All the guys took their seats as Axel looked around, his eyes landing on Melissa's empty chair as well.

"Melissa won't be joining us for the meeting, but she will be back later."

I wanted to know where she was, but I knew if I asked, the guys would give me a bunch of shit. Axel would probably tell me to mind my own fucking business anyway, so I kept my mouth shut and leaned back.

Axel got on the meeting as we discussed the run that took place, and what to expect for the next one. Then Axel turned to me and told the guys he had an announcement.

Here we go.

"Alexander will be leaving us tomorrow for some time."

They all looked shocked and confused as they looked between me and Axel. This was new to all of them, obviously, and by the looks on their faces, it wasn't good news.

"I'm sending him north to help set up our new chapter. I have no idea how long it will take. Maybe a few months? So, until then, I am pointing Gearhead to fill as Sergeant At Arms until Alexander returns."

I felt like I got punched in the gut. First, this prick sleeps with my girlfriend, and now he's taking over my spot in the club?"

"No fucking way," I blurted out, but when I tried to continue, Axel cut me off with a stern voice.

"I am the President, am l not?" He pointed his question at me mostly before he glared at Gearhead. All the guys nodded, including me, no matter how upset I was about it.

And I was a fucking livid. If my mood was sour enough, now I was fucking sour thinking Gearhead taking over my patch until who knew when. Then my thoughts took over and I clenched my jaw. What if while I'm gone, Gearhead not only takes over my position in the club, but Iin my entire life? My patch and my girl?

Right now I wanted to punch something, I was glad the meeting was over because I desperately needed a stiff drink.

When I sat at the bar, I noticed the clubhouse was beginning to fill up with anticipated party-goers for tonight's festivities. At this point, I could give two shits about the party. This was until the clubhouse door opened and a five-foot-seven-inch beauty stepped inside, making my dick throb. 

Long tanned stretched legs out from the bottom of cut-off jean shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. She wore black heels that I pictured wrapped around my ass I fucked her. My eyes traveled up her torso to see her stomach exposed between her shorts and grey v-neck tee as her perky breasts just about exploded out the top. Her long, blonde curls framed her face and fell just below her tits where my eyes landed on a petite version of my own cut.

Melissa. Fucking. Dunkens.

My heart rate spiked as I felt my mouth water. She was always the most gorgeous woman in the room and she had always been mine until recently.

Most men in three states knew that she belonged to me and never stepped out of the line because of it.

But when the guys whistled and hollered cat-calls at her, it made my hunger spike through my veins. She was mine.

I slid off my stool and greeted her just inside the door.

"Beer?"

 She smiled up at me, nearly making me loose control as my eyes moved to her mouth. Her plump lips were covered with lip gloss, and her sparkling green eyes were sexy as hell behind her long, dark lashes. Melissa was the type of girl that was sexy as hell wearing zero make-up, hair pulled back, and sporting pajamas, but when she dressed up like this, I seemed to loose all intelligence. Fuck, she could drop me to my knees in a heart beat.

"Thanks," she grabbed the beer from my hand and headed toward the bar, taking the stool next to the one I had just vacated.

I felt like an animal as I checked to see if my tongue was sticking out of my mouth. Melissa Dunkens always made me fucking weak. I followed her over to the bar and sat in my spot