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

Chapter 22

Driver's POV

I can count on one hand the number of times I have cooked a meal that didn't come out of a microwave. In my teenage years, I became a professional hot pocket and pizza roll chief, but that is where my culinary skills end. Thankfully, once I become a part of the club, my need to learn how to cook was eliminated. The old ladies have always cooked for us, and when Grace took over as first lady, she had the entire kitchen upgraded.

I know I am unqualified, but that doesn't matter as I stand in the clubhouse's kitchen, watching the girls cook. Brenna is bringing Hazel to the cookout today, and now I am paranoid she will get ahold of some dairy products somehow. I made Brenna send a list of all her allergies to Grace, Amber, and Clove, and I supervised the preparation of most of the food. Call me crazy, but this day is not ending with a trip to the hospital. Hazel going into anaphylactic shock the first time she meets my family would have to be a bad omen.

"There's no dairy in that?" I ask as I continue watching them cook.

"Driver, it's baked beans," Amber groans as she stirs the pot on the stove.

"Doesn't it have butter in it?" I question, inspecting the contents of the pot.

"I used oil instead of butter," Amber defends as she rolls her eyes.

"You're sure?" I question one more time. I was too busy watching Grace make the pie that I didn't see Amber mix the ingredients for the baked beans.

"Okay, that's it," Grace says as she starts swinging a wooden spoon around, "get out of my kitchen."

"No, I just want to make sure-" I defend but Clove cuts me off as she walks into the kitchen.

"There will be no dairy or blueberries in anything we make today. We know, trust me, you have talked about it so much we have her damn allergies memorized," Clove says as she leans on the counter.

"You guys sure you got this?" I ask, but my simple question causes rage to register on all of the girls' faces.

"BLADE!" Grace yells and he suddenly appears in the kitchen.

"I don't care how you do it, but you get this fucker out of my kitchen before I decide to change the menu and roast him for dinner," Grace growls as Blade starts chuckling.

"I wonder if you would be dairy-free," Amber jokes as Blade puts his hand on my shoulder and leads me out of the kitchen.

"Brother, they know how to cook, you gotta calm down," Blade laughs as he leads me to the bar where the rest of the brothers are.

"I'm surprised you got out of there without a knife in your back," Grease laughs.

"It's not funny, do you want her to die?" I ask in an exaggerated tone. This isn't some damn game.

"Oh, the next 15 years are going to be so much fun," Axe jokes.

"What are you talking about?" I ask and all of them only laugh in response.

"You are this freaked out over a damn cookout, can you imagine what it'll be like when she starts dating?" Skillet muses.

"She won't be dating until she's thirty," I respond quickly. Well, maybe 29 if he's a respectable young man.

"I see a lot of table votes in your future," Blade chuckles as laughter continues to fill the air.

"It's funny you think I'd ask for permission first," I joke, but a part of me is very serious.

"Is Shorty okay after the fight last night? That guy got a couple of good hits in." Smoke asks. It is no secret that he and I have had major problems lately, but I am trying to put it behind me. The club comes first, but this asshole makes that extremely difficult.