Walker (Iron Tzars MC 5)

Walker (Iron Tzars MC 4)
Marteeka Karland
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Walker

Downing the shot of Jack I’d just poured for myself, I did my best to ignore the feminine laughter coming from the other side of the clubhouse common room. Blossom Evergreen was a fucking trial to the most patient of men and a pain in my fucking ass. She was always there. Always right in my line of sight or upwind of me so I had to smell that clean, fresh scent that always clung to her. Reminded me of spring flowers or some fucking shit.

A crash followed by a startled yelp had me pouring another drink. The woman was also the biggest klutz known to man.

“Sorry!” The lyrical sound of Blossom’s voice shot through me and went straight to my cock. Even knowing she’d likely plowed over some club girl.

“Watch where you’re goin’, bitch!”

“I’m so sorry, Star! I’ll clean it up.”

“Damned straight you will!”

“Cut it out, Star!” Another club girl came to Blossom’s aid. I knew better than to look. If I did, I’d be obliged to step in, and if I did, every fucking club girl East of the Mississippi would be all the fuck over me. Any hint of interest in a woman by any of the brothers brought them in droves. They were very territorial of the unattached men in the club.

“It’s all right, Didi. I was at fault. I’ll clean it up.” Blossom’s voice was subdued now. Almost subservient.

“You cut it out too, Blossom! She plowed around the corner right into you! This ain’t your fault.”

“If she hadn’t been making a nuisance of herself, tripping all over herself and everyone else to try and get close to Walker for two fuckin’ months, the club’d be a better fuckin’ place!”

“You don’t like it here, say the word, Star.” Atlas, the sergeant at arms for the club, said. “I’ll be happy to take you out.” He didn’t even stop as he passed. Just laid down his edict and kept going. There was no doubt he’d follow through. And the follow-through meant the woman wouldn’t be leaving. No one left Iron Tzars. Member, old lady, prospect, or club whore. They all knew it and respected it. Which was good. Last thing I wanted to do was to have to come to Blossom’s defense and encourage the girl further. Because Star was right. Blossom was making a nuisance of herself.

“Don’t listen to her,” Didi encouraged. “Come with me. I’ll take you to the old ladies.”

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want anyone giving you grief, Didi.”

Didi laughed. And no. Her laugh didn’t affect me the way fucking Blossom’s did. And who named their kid Blossom Evergreen anyway? The woman was a walking menace, and for some stupid reason my dick had zeroed in on her and was growing increasingly demanding.

“Don’t worry about her. She’ll fall in line just like everyone else. The patched members run a tight ship. You don’t get in here unless you know the score.”

Except, I didn’t think Blossom did know the score. She wasn’t a club girl, or an old lady. She was the friend of all the old ladies. Which made her someone we protected since it would upset the women if something happened to their friend. It also made it difficult for everyone to figure out exactly what her position in our midst was. No one knew quite what to do with her.

I knew what I wanted to do with her. It involved spanking her ass, then fucking it. Neither of which was the best idea, or one I welcomed. I hated being around people, and Blossom Evergreen wasn’t the type of woman to have a casual hook-up. She hadn’t made a move on any of the brothers. Hadn’t made a move on me, though it was painfully obvious she wanted to. Given the fact any woman I fucked had to be able to hold her own, including taking what she needed instead of pussyfooting around, Blossom was definitely not a woman I wanted to get mixed up with.

Didi looped her arm through Blossom’s and walked her over to three of the women in the club who’d been claimed by members of Iron Tzars. “Stay away from Star,” Didi said as they approached the table. “She won’t do anything while you’re near the guys, but she’ll chew you up and spit you out if she catches you by yourself.”

“Who will chew her up?” Winter raised an eyebrow while her sister, Serelda, leaned forward, her attention on the club girl.

“Star. Most of the club whores, really.” Didi smiled, but gave the old ladies a solemn look. “She staying with anyone?”

Iris shook her head. “No. But she’s with us. You tell the girls she’s off-limits.” The president’s woman was growing into her role. She didn’t often give orders, but when she did, she expected them to be obeyed. I had to admire her for that. All of them, really. They never backed down from anyone. Not anymore. Bellarose hadn’t been with Atlas that long, but given she was the daughter of Alexi Petrov, no one was worried she’d have problems holding her own. Alexi being a one-third owner of Argent Tech and the acknowledged leader of the Shadow Demons. No. Bellarose would probably think club girls beneath her. If she chose to put one in her place, she’d do it hard. Winter and Serelda were especially aggressive. I didn’t know their stories, but I could tell by the scars on each woman they hadn’t had it easy. They also didn’t bow down to anyone, especially a club whore.

Didi grinned. “Happy to. I happen to think the world of Blossom, and she’s too sweet to tell them where to get off.”