Catalyst (Holy Rebel MC 3)

Chapter 13

The nomad shows up and I have to double take to make sure the dude ain't lost. He looks like he was shipped here straight from the heart of Woodstock. He wore sweat pants for Christ sake. And he has these long thick ass dreds that look like a nest for birds in top his head. If he's ever getting his sunglasses back is a question.

I watch as his ring clad hands grasp both of Claire's as he kisses them. She laughs and a blush much similar to the ones I cause comes to surface and I've already decided to watch him.

"This place needs some life." Claire's man friend says beside me.

"Yeah, these functions are always dead and the old ladies end up dragging their men home by the collar to get away." Chance replies.

Her friend doesn't reply, just watches out at the crowd as they drift off into small groups.

"See what I can do." He heads off. Like he could do anything.

I watch him go over to his girl and whisper in her ear as he wraps her in his arms. Unless they plan on putting on a live home video, I don't see anything they can do to get the attention of the boys. Claire turns from the nomad when she hears her friends and our eyes catch for just a moment. Her friend says something to her and she nods, pointing over to where I sit with Chance and Panik.

When I realize they're walking over here, my eyes quickly dart for her father to find him already watching me watch her. Shit! The last thing I want is for him to feed his own ideas- even if they are true now. "Panik." Her soft voice slices through my whole torso- smooth like cake.

"Yes, doll?" He drawls with a huge grin my way. Asshole.

"My friends wanna use your...instruments?" She sheepishly smiles at panik.

"You play?" Panik gets excited instantly.

Oh shits sake.

"Yeah, they do." She motions to her friends.

I watch them split off into the club house.

"Dude, if you don't want Patch finding out, then maybe you shouldn't be staring at her everytime she's in the fucking room." Chance snaps beside me as soon as Claire is out of ear shot.

"What's your problem with her?" I turn to him.

"You. That's your sister, man. Maybe not blood- but still! And the only thing you can think of is getting ur dick wet-" I cut him off with a punch to the mouth, no thought needed- just instinct.

He takes a few steps back and just glares at me. "You watch what you say about her." I point at him, voice calm.

"Unless you two feel like telling the whole club right now, stop making a god damned scene!" Shanks rough hand yanks my neck from behind. My back meets his hard chest and the sound of our leathers making contact holds back any punches I would have thrown if he'd have done this a few years prior.

I exhale- reallll slowly- and look at my best friend again. I find fear there. Literal fear. Over what? Claire! Thats fucking crazy. And I also find surprise. Good, that we can agree on.

Shank releases me, but its too late because prez already got Patch. God, were supposed to be equal in this damn club, brothers, but damn if they don't run and tell my "daddy" on me at every damn corner.

"What's the problem?" He cuts his eyes at me to let me know, whatever the fuck it is, now ain't the place.

"No problem here, Pop." Shank claps my shoulder. Hard.

Patch hears him, but he wants to hear it from me. "We're good." I second Shank.

"Take a walk with me, son." He doesn't buy it.