Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 16

Driver's POV

I don't crack under pressure, that's what makes me a good vice president and enforcer. No matter what happens in the heat of the moment, I never let nervousness or fear get in the way of my mission. I have looked death in the face and laughed. I have watched the life drain out of many people's eyes with a grin on my face. But now, I am nervous as hell.

Today, Brenna is bringing Brody to our clubhouse cookout and we plan to tell everyone about Hazel. It's been two weeks since I found out about Hazel, and it feels like everything between us has changed. We are more open, more affectionate, and more in sync since there are no secrets between us.

Over time, I've told her everything about the club, including table votes, and how the person who brings an elimination vote to the table must take full accountability for it if the cops ever get wind. Then, I had the awkward task of explaining what an old lady and property cut are. An old lady is when a serious girlfriend is patched into the club, and her vest is called a property cut. Once this happens, that person will always be under club protection, even if the couple breaks up. She took everything like a champ, even when I told her she would have to get a tattoo of our club's logo. In the past, the old ladies would have to get the logo and their man's road name, but Blade changed that rule last year when Clove was kidnapped and the person targeted her tattoo.

"You ready, pretty boy?" Grace laughs as I walk down the stairs. Everyone knows Shorty is bringing her brother to meet me today and they are trying to make me more nervous, which I'm not sure is even possible.

"Do I look okay?" I ask as I look down at my plain black t-shirt and jeans. I didn't want to overdress, but maybe I should put on a button-up shirt. I mean, I've never done this before, I don't know what the fuck to do.

"Your body looks fine," Clove laughs, "your face on the other hand looks like you're constipated."

"Thanks for that," I curse as I shift nervously on the barstool. Brenna texted me a minute ago to tell me they were leaving. There's no turning back now.

"You boys take him and calm his ass down before they get here and he embarrasses himself," Grace demands to my brothers behind me. The married brothers -Blade, Grease, and Wolf- usher me to a back table and shove a shot glass in my hand.

"Brother, you gotta calm down," Grease laughs as I grip the shot glass so hard my knuckles turn white.

"I can't fuck this up," I mutter.

"You won't, it's just her brother," Wolf tries to reason.

"You don't understand, he is hella protective over her. She doesn't talk about her parents, but Brody has always been there for her. He even ran a background check on me, from my phone number that he stole from her phone," I explain, desperately needing some advice in the twenty minutes it will take for them to get here.

"He ran a background check on you?" Grease laughs.

"How much did he find?" Blade asks with a knowing look.

"I have no fucking clue, thankfully he didn't tell Shorty anything," I reply.

"He probably just wanted to make sure you weren't crazy," Wolf laughs.

"I don't think my file would convince someone I'm not crazy," I try to joke.

"Well, he at least agreed to meet you. I'm sure it'll be fine," Grease encourages.

"How did you guys handle meeting your in-laws?" I ask, wanting some solid advice.

"Well mine are estranged," Grease laughs.