7. Chapter 7

Chapter seven

Rio "Maverick" Murphy

" D o you want some breakfast?" Melissa asked Rio "Maverick" Murphy as she tied her bathrobe.

Maverick was lying in her bed, naked and sweaty, having just fucked her again, and was instantly regretting it. He'd come over that morning to spend time with his twin sons and ended up balls-deep in Melissa's tight, wet pussy. His kryptonite as his brothers would say. He sighed. "Yeah," he said, then sat up, tossing the sheet back.

Melissa's eyes were glued to his body, admiring every tattoo, scar, and muscle that perfected his flesh. The man was a god of men. A prince of the Lords and he should be hers. And he would be, especially now that she had his twin sons.

Maverick rose, his cock swinging between his thighs as he walked past Melissa into her little bathroom that was down the hall. He handled his business and took a shower, and as the water washed over his body along with the soap, he had to think about ways to put distance between himself and Melissa.

Fuck! Why was it so hard for him to refuse sex? he questioned himself. His cock got him into more trouble than he cared to admit. He turned the shower off and climbed out to get dry. The smell of delicious bacon and eggs seduced his stomach, which motivated him to get dressed even quicker. He pulled his cut on his shoulders as he walked into the kitchen to see Melissa by the stove scrambling cheesy eggs in a skillet. The sounds of babies cooing caught his attention and he saw his infant sons in their seats that were sitting atop the table.

He smiled and walked over to them as they grinned and giggled back at their daddy. Anthony and Andrew were five months old and the spitting images of their dad. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and tanned skin. They had his smile too, which already charmed everyone who came into contact with them. He tickled them and they laughed and squirmed while wearing their Princes of the Lords of Chaos onesies.

"How are my boys?" Maverick asked, then leaned down, kissing both of them. "Did you sleep well?"

The babies responded with more giggles. Maverick laughed, then picked Anthony up and hugged him. "Are you hungry? Want some bananas?" The baby said something in his own way and Maverick chuckled before putting him back into his seat. He picked up Andrew and asked him the same question with the exception being apples instead of bananas. He put him back into his seat, strapping both babies in just as Melissa sat his plate on the table before him.

"Eat, I'll feed them," she said. She knew that in order to get a Prince of the Lords, she had to treat him like a king .

Maverick nodded and began eating because he was hungry. He watched as Melissa fed their sons, alternating between the two. "You're not going to eat?" he asked her.

"I will after I'm done feeding them. Do you want any more?" she asked, nodding her chin at his empty plate.

Maverick shook his head, then took the jar of apples from her. "He's such a picky eater. I'll feed him. You eat." He began feeding Andrew, who loved apples but ate slowly.

Melissa gazed lovingly at Maverick for a few seconds, enjoying the view of the father of her children doing what he did best. She then made her plate and joined them to eat. "Maybe we... we can make this more permanent?" she asked.

Maverick scooped the last of the apples and fed them to Andrew. "Make what more permanent?" He wiped his son's mouth, then settled back in the chair. His attention on Melissa.

Melissa shrugged. "You and me. We have two sons and they're so young. They need their father in their lives."

Maverick rolled his eyes. "Not this again."

Melissa smiled sweetly at him. "I'm not trying to make you mad, baby. Don't I treat you so good?"

"You do," Maverick admitted.

"And don't you think it's better if our sons grow up with their father living in the same house with them? You don't want them to grow up like your other kids, do you?"

Maverick scoffed. "And what's wrong with how my other kids grew up?"

"How often did they see you?"

"More than some kids see their dads who actually live in the house with them," Maverick shot back. "I may not live with my babies' mommas, but I don't short fucking change my kids."

"I'm a good woman, Maverick, and I'm a good mom. I can be a great old lady for you. I'd give you anything because I love you. Can't these kids be the ones who grow up with a healthy family all living together?" Melissa asked.

"You're coming off so fucking desperate right now," Maverick said. "I told you when we first met that I'm not the settling down type of guy. That's my brothers, they're into that shit. Me, I like pussy too much to settle for one."

Melissa's plump lips twisted in a grimace. "And what if I'm not okay with that?"

Maverick laughed. "And what the fuck are you going to do about it? You can't force me to be with you. You think you're the first chick to want to be my old lady? Shit, if I ever did settle, it wouldn't be with you."

"Why not?" Melissa asked.

Maverick shrugged. "Not sure, can't really put my finger on it. Being monogamous just ain't my thing."

Melissa scoffed and looked away. "You're unbelievable."

Maverick grinned and leaned over the table. "Awww, poor baby. Did you think popping out my sons was going to trap me? It didn't work for Stacy or Rachel, but somehow you thought you were the one for me."

Melissa snarled, then slapped Maverick hard enough to leave his left cheek red. "Fuck you."

Maverick sighed. "I hope you got that shit out of your system." He rose and adjusted his pants, as his cock had stirred a bit. "Don't you have work today?"

"Yes," Melissa clipped out, then folded her arms across her voluptuous chest. And it was her big titties that drew Maverick to her in the first place.

"I'll take the kids today, bring ‘em by the club. I'll drop them off once you get back home," Maverick said.

"Why don't you bathe and dress them first, unless that's too much for me to ask of you," Melissa snapped.

"I'll even change their diapers," Maverick retorted.

"Asshole," Melissa cursed, then rose and left to fume and get ready for work.

Maverick looked at his two boys who were giving him curious expressions. "I'm sorry you two had to hear all of that. Mommy and Daddy had a little dispute. But you don't have to worry... you will always have Daddy in your life." He grabbed both seats by the handle and took the kids to their nursery to get them ready to go.

***

"Call me when you get off work," Maverick called out to Melissa as she climbed behind the wheel of the car he'd bought for her. He was already paying half of her rent as well as that of his other baby mommas, in addition to other financial obligations. He may not want to be tied down by the women who had his children, but he was never going to slack on his responsibilities.

Melissa didn't respond before starting her car and driving off.

Maverick snorted and climbed behind the wheel of his Mustang. His sons strapped in their car seats in the back. Both wearing identical Lords of Chaos baby cuts. A gift from their grandmother, his mom. Melissa's parents were both dead, which was probably a reason why he'd given her more patience dealing with her shit than anyone else.

He drove to the clubhouse and checked out the number of motorcycles that lined the parking lot and smirked because it seemed like the whole club was there. There was one vehicle there that stood out among all the chrome and steel. It was a lilac Porshe convertible and a white top. Maverick climbed out of his car with his twins in the car seats and walked over to the unfamiliar car and peeked inside. The interior was white and lilac, obviously a custom job.

"There's only one person I know who this could belong to," Maverick said to himself with a chuckle. He walked in clubhouse with his sons and was immediately swarmed by hang-arounds and club brothers as they snatched his boys from their seats to fawn over them. Maverick laughed and left them in their care. He trusted the members of the Lords wholeheartedly as they were also his family. And anyone hanging with them had proven their loyalty.

"What's up, Mav?" Ace said as he approached him for a club handshake and hug.

"Shit, nothing much. Looks like the whole club is here. What's the occasion?" Maverick asked as he looked around. The place was laid back, music playing in the background. Some members played pool, and others mingled over beverages and snacks.

"Just the club being the club, nothing special." Ace frowned. "What the fuck happened to your face?" he asked, motioning to Maverick's cheek Melissa had reddened with her slap.

Maverick snorted. "Melissa lashing out. It's nothing."

"Knowing you, it probably turned you on," Ace commented.

Maverick laughed. "Is that Gina's car out there?" He pointed a thumb at the door.

Ace nodded. "Yeah, Shotgun got it for her. She's been beaming about it."

"Good, my twin deserves to get everything she wants, especially from her Old Man," Maverick said approvingly.

"Hell yeah," Ace agreed, as he also spoiled his Property Of, Ahiga.

"What about you, what are you about to do?" Maverick asked .

"I'm headed to work, but before I go, let me say hi to my nephews," Ace said. He walked over to the babies and took them both into his arms from the people who were holding them.

Maverick took the opportunity to play a game of pool with Burger, who had a fresh black eye. "What the fuck happened to you?" he asked.

Burger chuckled. "You should have been there, brother. Nine, Cowboy, and I kicked ass at Hog's bar last night."

"Fuck, I missed a brawl? What happened?" Maverick asked as he lined up his shot.

"Some bitch ass fuckers started shit with Cowboy over some chick he was hitting on. Apparently, she was one of those assholes' girlfriend. Nine broke a bottle over the dude's head and that kicked it off. You know how he is about his older brother," Burger said with a chuckle.

Maverick laughed. "Anyone die?"

Burger shook his head. "I got this shiner because one of those assholes threw a cheap shot when I protected the chick in question. Sometimes, I wish women would just get the fuck out of the way when men are handling business."

Maverick laughed. "Unless they're a hardcore ride-or-die bitch who can take a punch."

Burger laughed and nodded. "She wasn't that type, just screaming and in the way."

Maverick smacked his teeth and sighed. "Yeah, I'm sad I missed that."

"You work today?"

Maverick shook his head. "I worked yesterday. Today, I have the munchkins with me."

"How's Melissa?"

Maverick rolled his eyes. "She keeps trying to pressure me into moving in or allowing her to move in with me, which is probably what she wants. My house is bigger."

"She's trying to be your old lady still?"

Maverick nodded. "I had to rip the band-aid off hard this morning, so she's pissed at me."

"That explains the red cheek," Burger noted.

"Yep," Maverick admitted.

"The sooner she understands that, the better," Burger said.

"Hey, son."

Maverick turned when he heard his father's voice from behind. He smiled and hugged his dad, Dasan. They had a quick chat and Dasan ribbed Burger for his black eye and Maverick for his cheek. Maverick laughed. "Yeah, you know how it is. And Burger told me what happened."

"Gotta have eyes in the back of your head in a fight, son," Dasan told Burger.

"Trust me, Dad, I fucked that dude up for this shiner too," Burger said.

"'Atta boy." Dasan smiled and patted Burger's back. He looked around the club and spotted two boys he definitely wanted to see. "Ahhh, my grandsons." With that, Dasan made his way over to the twin baby boys.

"Did you see my new car?"

Maverick heard his sister's voice from behind. He took his shot, breaking the balls, then turned to her.

"Yeah, hard to miss that lilac beauty," he said, leaning over to give his twin a kiss on her cheek.

She squealed in delight. "Oh, I love it. My hubby totally surprised me with it this morning. It's not even my birthday. Isn't he so sweet? "

"He better be after what he did to you," Maverick said, still thinking about how Shotgun treated his sister before they got married.

Gina smacked her lips and slapped his bicep. "That's old news and I'm not holding that against him. You shouldn't either. He worships me."

Maverick sighed in resignation. No way would he ruin his sister's jovial mood. "I'm happy for you, sis." Besides, he did like Shotgun as the man had grown on him. And as long as he treated his sister like the princess she was, he'd remain cool with him.

"Awww, my nephews are here. Talk to you later," Gina said, kissing Maverick on his cheek before running over to claim her time with the twin boys.

Maverick smirked at her, then continued his game with Burger until the doorbell rang and one of the hang-arounds answered.

He turned to address the club. "Anyone know someone named Ajay?"

Maverick knew him and he'd been wanting to get his hands on that son of a bitch ever since he'd heard about him. He put his stick down and stalked toward the door. "I'll get it." The hang-around moved aside and Maverick opened the door. The man standing on the other side looked like a fucking model, too damn pretty to be a man as far as Maverick was concerned. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked the man up and down.

"So, you're Tiny Tim's old boy?" Maverick asked.

Ajay swallowed and nodded. "Yes."

"What the fuck are you doing out?"

"They took me off the case yesterday. I quit officially today. I'm just here to pay my debt and respects to the club," Ajay said.

Maverick snorted but stepped aside to let the man enter before closing the door. The music was turned down and all eyes were on Ajay. Maverick stepped back in front of Ajay and began to check the man for weapons and wires.

"Do you have any sneaky wires on you? Shit we can't tell is a wire?" Maverick asked as he looked at the button on Ajay's jeans.

Ajay shook his head. "No. I'd never do that, I swear. I'll strip naked if you think you can't trust me."

"I don't trust you," Maverick snapped. "But TT does, so I'll take your word for it." He checked Ajay out again and even though he wasn't into men, he could see what caught TT's eye. "So, just how are you going to pay your debt to us?"

Ajay licked his lips. "Dragon told me that I had to go through a beatdown. But first—"

Maverick swung, striking Ajay on the jaw hard enough to make the man stumble and fall back against the door. Ajay groaned and rubbed his jaw as he looked at Maverick. "I haven't even started yet," he said, then cracked his knuckles.

"Hold up, son," Dasan said, and Maverick didn't make any more moves. The president of the Lords of Chaos Original Orlando chapter walked up to Ajay along with several other members. Maverick watched the transaction between his dad and their newest prospect and wondered if the beatdown was still going to happen. He hoped so, because he had wanted to kick Ajay's ass the moment he found out the bastard had infiltrated their club.

Ajay swallowed and stood up straight. "Hello, Mr. Murphy," he said as if he wasn't sure if that was how he should address the president.

"Didn't expect to be seeing you so soon," Dasan said.

"I know," Ajay said. "First, I wanted to let you know something."

Dasan held his hand up silencing Ajay. "Get the babies out of here and everyone who isn't wearing a fucking patch on their back, clear the room," Dasan said then crossed his arms over his chest and gave Ajay a scrutinizing inspection. Once the room was clear and only the Lords remained, he continued. "There was a lot of debate about whether or not we should let you join after what you did."

"I... I know, sir," Ajay said.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?" Dasan bit out.

"My husband said something that made me concerned," Ajay said.

"You have a fucking husband?" Maverick blurted out.

Ajay looked at him. "We're not together. And I've already filed for divorce, but that's not the issue."

"Does TT know?" Dasan asked.

Ajay nodded. "I told him everything."

Dasan nodded. "What do you want to tell me about him?"

"He's jealous that I'm with Tim and kind of made a vague reference about how anything could happen to a man in prison. I'm worried that he's going to try to set Tim up. Not sure how, could be to get him killed or plant some shit on him that may get Tim more years," Ajay said.

"He tries that shit, he will pay," Dasan warned.

"And I'll make him pay," Ajay promised.

"Oh, will you?" Dasan asked, one eyebrow cocked.

"I love Tim and I won't let him come between us. That's why I'm telling you," Ajay said.

"Why don't you take care of your husband now before he can fuck with our brother?" Maverick asked. He believed in eliminating a problem before it became a problem.

"Because it would look very suspicious since I'm asking for a divorce if something happened to him. But if I must, then I will," Ajay said.

"We take care of our own. Get word to TT and Dragon to let them know," Dasan said.

"I' m on it," said Cowboy as he pulled out his cell phone. He stepped away to make the call to the warden who, after Dasan and Maverick's visit, was very agreeable.

Dasan looked at Ajay. "Thanks for telling us."

"Yes, sir." Ajay nodded.

Dasan frowned. "This is the first time we've ever even considered allowing a cop to enter the MC—"

"Ex-cop," Ajay interjected.

"Interrupt me again and you'll be a dead cop," Dasan warned.

Ajay remained silent.

Dasan continued. "Understand, I would have kicked TT out if not for Dragon putting in a good word for you. Had TT chosen you over the club, it was going to be it for him had Dragon also been against you. So, thank him the next time you meet."

"I will, sir." Ajay nodded.

"According to Dragon, you never ratted on us and I saw the recording. You're good and you kept your word. Just know, I'm holding on to that insurance plan just in case you pull any more stunts," Dasan warned.

"I promise I won't. Like I said, I quit my job today. Turned in my Letter of Resignation and everything. I'm no longer a DEA agent," Ajay said.

Dasan nodded. "Is that why you're out early?"

Ajay nodded. "They took me off the case when they found out I'd been fucking TT."

Dasan half snorted at that. "Is that all they saw?"

Ajay nodded. "If they saw anything else, I wouldn't be standing here right now."

"Does TT know that you're out?" Maverick asked.

Ajay shook his head. "No, I wasn 't given the chance to tell him. I need to let him know that I didn't just leave and that I'm okay."

"When will you visit him?" Dasan asked.

"Can't get access for at least two weeks. I'm just a normal citizen now and considering I betrayed the DEA, no one is doing me any favors," Ajay said. "I'm sure they'll try to delay me getting visitation rights as long as possible."

Dasan nodded once. "We'll pull some strings."

"I appreciate that, sir," Ajay said and he meant it.

"Cowboy, call the warden back and tell him to let TT know his boyfriend is out and with us," Dasan said.

"Will do," Cowboy said, then did was he was told.

Ajay smiled, his shoulders released some... some of their tension. He still wasn't fully relaxed. "Thank you."

Maverick had watched the conversation between Ajay and his father and knew his dad was sizing the man up, judging him just like every member of the Lords was. They'd voted to allow Ajay to prospect and hadn't expected to be meeting the man this soon, but he was happy to finally see him face-to-face. The man who had claimed Tiny Tim's heart. The man who had one of their most loyal brothers willing to walk away from the club—his family—for him. But more importantly, Maverick respected the fact that Ajay didn't want that, which was why he'd been willing to kill the CO to prove that he was club material.

Maverick had watched the video and was impressed with the smooth efficiency with which Ajay killed. It was cold-blooded even if Ajay didn't admit or realize it. He was a killer and Maverick wondered if the club would make Ajay an enforcer. If so, if the man could pass his prospecting period, and depending on how he handled this beatdown, he'd back him. He continued to listen as the conversation went on.

"There's one more thing. I had been assigned to the prison, but the DEA has other agents undercover. I don't know who they are or where they've been planted," Ajay said, giving the Lords all of the information he was privy to.

"These motherfuckers keep trying to get us," Maverick snarled.

"They won't," Dasan said. "That's good info we can use." He would be passing that along to the Castiellos and other chapters.

"Those rats will be exposed," Burger said with a sneer.

Dasan nodded and looked Ajay up and down. "I believe that you're ready to be a Lord, but we still need to talk, but first... you have a debt to pay."

Ajay sighed. "Do I just take it—"

"Fuck no. I want to see what you're made of with my own eyes. Just know, we won't take it easy on you," Dasan said, then cracked his knuckles. "Someone go get Ace, because I know he wants a piece of this one."

"I'll get him," said CJ and he ran out of the club.

Maverick smiled because he knew his dad was about to take part in this and he was excited. He couldn't remember the last time he participated in a brawl with his father. His cock stirred to life in his pants and he licked his lips in anticipation.

This was going to be so much fun.