Breaking Control (Riders of Silence MC 1)

22: Match

Hunter

I was currently at a large round table in the bar playing poker with Tatt, Hamlet, Prez, Briac, Ryker, a few other brothers and of course Spotter who is clearing everyone out. Guy can read anyone's tell even if they barely have one. I usually wasn't too bad at poker but tonight I couldn't focus one bit thanks to a hot little bird who I can't get out of my mind.

It took all my control to let her out of my room and out of the club house in that outfit; fuck she is hot.

We had been playing poker for a few hours now, spending the time discussing strategies of the next beating Prez wanted; always the direct approach of busting down the doors and shooting the fuckers while Briac would mention some strategies he wanted to put in place. Briac wasn't too sure of what the true intel was so he said we should be cautious of not falling into something we don't expect.

"Hamlet for fucks sake, your phone." Tatt groaned as he threw his cards down to Spotter who took his chips for the third time tonight.

Hamlet finally took out his phone which has been buzzing non-stop for the past few minutes. "Hunter Brother, your girl is something else." That made my head whip to him with a glare plastered on my face.

"Why the fuck are you texting my- Birdy." My Birdy? I mean she is but we haven't talk about it and it's only been two weeks...

"Your Birdy?" Hamlet smirked making me glare at him again. "And chill bro, last week she told me I was to text her whenever I went out for a little.... rush. Anyway, I thought she was kidding and just saying that to me because she felt obliged until the next day when we went to work she saw a bruise on my arm. Which resulted in her hitting her notebook on me while scolding me like a mother hen about how I was supposed to tell her when and where I am going. This is her reminding me about her deal and threatening if I was to break it... I think it's a bad idea having Princess, Doc and now Birdy hang together...."

"Fuck I haven't thought of that." Tatt groaned making a bunch of us chuckle. He had a point though those women take no shit and now them getting together will have us all watching what we do.

Birdy's fitting in just fine.

"I approve of her for you." Prez said simply while raising his bet a few chips, "she matches your soul."

"Matches his soul? You're a sappy fucker aren't you Prez." Tatt moved quickly, dodging a hit from Prez's hand aimed for his head.

"One day a woman is going to knock you all on your asses, and I'll be sitting watching from afar as you act like Hunter there is. Trying to fight it until he finally gets smacked by it." Prez added more to the pot as a few brothers folded.

"It's been two weeks Prez, plus not sure if I am that material. She's one in a kind though won't deny that." I shrugged at him as I called his bet.

He barked a laugh, "true she is, coming from rich life to now bossing bikers around and designing an escort not to mention she made a demand to me. Not many people walk away after doing that. Time don't matter a thing. Knew my love was for me when she punched me in my face and tried to drag me to a PD to collect my bail. You telling me when you brought her here and she broke a bottle putting it your face you didn't want to claim her right there?"

I didn't say anything just placed more chips in the pot. Claiming... claiming her as my Luna. To have her by my side with her determination, control, fire and looking out for my brothers. She was still figuring out her life, would she even want to stay here after this blows over? But Prez was right, the second she put that bottle to my face I saw my match against me.