Withstanding Me
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“I knew I’d taste good mixed with you.”
I’m starting to ache, so I know just the thing to get him focused enough to leave me alone so I can calm down. I shape my fingers into an L, and I lay them against his chest. Sure enough, he straightens up and nods, then walks out.
My poor Mason. So scared of love. I smile as I follow him out.
***
“Ah… Storm, can you come here for a minute?” one of our doormen asks.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Some guy here saying he’s looking for Mason Dillan.”
My eyes go wide, and I quickly follow him to the doorway where our customers pay to get in. When I get close enough, I feel like I’ve just ran into Mason again. Except this is a younger version with blond hair. And all I can think is… what now?
I take a deep breath and stick out my hand. “Hello, I’m Storm. Manager of the club. What can I do for you?”
His grip is firm and yet friendly at the same time. But I’ve learned that means jack shit. “I’m looking for Mason Dillan. I was told I could find him here or over at Breakneck.”
“And you are…?”
“I’m his son.”
And just like that, the air gets sucked out of my lungs. I just had to ask what now? Didn’t I?
I point to my doorman. “Get ZZ and take him to a private booth now!”
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Mace.”
“Oh Jesus, how old are you Mace?”
“I’m eighteen, ma’am.”
Oh no he didn’t. I feel like Winter when she gets called ma’am. “Listen, I’m just a few years older than you. Please just call me Storm.” I grumble, peeking over my shoulder to see ZZ sitting in a private booth. “Follow me.”
“ZZ,” I greet as we walk up and I get a scowl until he sees someone behind me. “This here is Mace. He says he’s your son. I didn’t know you had a son.”
“WHAT?” He booms flying upwards.
He moves me to the side gently and stands right in front of Mace. “How do you figure you’re my son?”
“The woman who gave birth to me told me that,” Mace growls. Oh shit, he’s definitely Mason’s kid.
“And who is your birth mother?” Mason growls each word. I, on the other hand, already know. It’s gotta be Mira.
“Her first name is Mira.”
Told ya. The kid looks just like Mason and Tatiana.
Mason walks away for a moment dialing someone and starts yelling into the phone. I wish it were business hours because at least then we would have music going.
“He’s not mad at you Mace. Mira is just a bitch. No offense.”
“I don’t give a shit. Bitch gave me up for adoption.”
Oh no!
“No, my parents were great. It’s just, I’m a little different, and as I got older, it got harder on them, and they kicked me out. I’m not mad at them. But I can see now where I get my wild side from.” He chuckles. “Are you his friend?”
I open my mouth to answer when Mason comes back.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“She’s hot.” Mace laughs. “Even with the bruises.”
“Fuck, he’s definitely my kid.”
“And you’re too young to be my dad,” Mace says, studying Mason.
“I knocked your bitch of a whore mother up when I was thirteen.”
“Seriously?” Mace’s mouth drops open.
“Yeah, seriously. You have a twin sister.”
“Oh shit, that’s cool. Can I meet her?”
Mason rubs the back of his head uncomfortably. I go to walk away, and he snatches my arm, growling under his breath. “Don’t you dare f**kin leave me.”
Then he turns back to Mace and says. “Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”
We all three sit in the booth, and I feel so outta place here.
Chapter 23
ZZ
I can’t believe I have a f**kin son. I hate that bitch Mira; I swear I f**kin hate her. Storm starts to move to walk away, and my hand clamps down on her arm. And I growl low at her, “Don’t you dare f**kin leave me.”
I turn back to my son. My son. Shit, that’s gonna take some getting use too.
“Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”
We sit down, and I notice Storm nervously fidgeting beside me. Shit, if my woman feels awkward, how the f**k does she think I feel?
“So… apparently the bitch’s womb you grew in gave you up for adoption and didn’t tell ya about me. I’m f**kin sorry about that. Didn’t even know you existed until just now.”
Fuck, I mean it’s true. Shit, this is f**ked up. I reach under the table to lock my hand with Storm’s. I need her right now.
“She told me that when I found her. I knew it was gonna shock ya,” Mace laughs. Shit, he’s not even nervous. But the f**ker is my kid. You can just tell. Dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Gets the blond from his whore mother.
“So, did you get raised right? I mean, they didn’t stick you in a shit home did they?”
Please say f**kin no. No f**kin kid deserves that shit.
“I have amazing parents. We’re kinda not talking right now because I’m like the black sheep. Always getting in trouble. I’m obsessed with street bikes and racing cars. Uh, my parents didn’t care for that.”
FUCK NO!
“Street bikes? Seriously man?”
I’m starting to ache, so I know just the thing to get him focused enough to leave me alone so I can calm down. I shape my fingers into an L, and I lay them against his chest. Sure enough, he straightens up and nods, then walks out.
My poor Mason. So scared of love. I smile as I follow him out.
***
“Ah… Storm, can you come here for a minute?” one of our doormen asks.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Some guy here saying he’s looking for Mason Dillan.”
My eyes go wide, and I quickly follow him to the doorway where our customers pay to get in. When I get close enough, I feel like I’ve just ran into Mason again. Except this is a younger version with blond hair. And all I can think is… what now?
I take a deep breath and stick out my hand. “Hello, I’m Storm. Manager of the club. What can I do for you?”
His grip is firm and yet friendly at the same time. But I’ve learned that means jack shit. “I’m looking for Mason Dillan. I was told I could find him here or over at Breakneck.”
“And you are…?”
“I’m his son.”
And just like that, the air gets sucked out of my lungs. I just had to ask what now? Didn’t I?
I point to my doorman. “Get ZZ and take him to a private booth now!”
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Mace.”
“Oh Jesus, how old are you Mace?”
“I’m eighteen, ma’am.”
Oh no he didn’t. I feel like Winter when she gets called ma’am. “Listen, I’m just a few years older than you. Please just call me Storm.” I grumble, peeking over my shoulder to see ZZ sitting in a private booth. “Follow me.”
“ZZ,” I greet as we walk up and I get a scowl until he sees someone behind me. “This here is Mace. He says he’s your son. I didn’t know you had a son.”
“WHAT?” He booms flying upwards.
He moves me to the side gently and stands right in front of Mace. “How do you figure you’re my son?”
“The woman who gave birth to me told me that,” Mace growls. Oh shit, he’s definitely Mason’s kid.
“And who is your birth mother?” Mason growls each word. I, on the other hand, already know. It’s gotta be Mira.
“Her first name is Mira.”
Told ya. The kid looks just like Mason and Tatiana.
Mason walks away for a moment dialing someone and starts yelling into the phone. I wish it were business hours because at least then we would have music going.
“He’s not mad at you Mace. Mira is just a bitch. No offense.”
“I don’t give a shit. Bitch gave me up for adoption.”
Oh no!
“No, my parents were great. It’s just, I’m a little different, and as I got older, it got harder on them, and they kicked me out. I’m not mad at them. But I can see now where I get my wild side from.” He chuckles. “Are you his friend?”
I open my mouth to answer when Mason comes back.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“She’s hot.” Mace laughs. “Even with the bruises.”
“Fuck, he’s definitely my kid.”
“And you’re too young to be my dad,” Mace says, studying Mason.
“I knocked your bitch of a whore mother up when I was thirteen.”
“Seriously?” Mace’s mouth drops open.
“Yeah, seriously. You have a twin sister.”
“Oh shit, that’s cool. Can I meet her?”
Mason rubs the back of his head uncomfortably. I go to walk away, and he snatches my arm, growling under his breath. “Don’t you dare f**kin leave me.”
Then he turns back to Mace and says. “Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”
We all three sit in the booth, and I feel so outta place here.
Chapter 23
ZZ
I can’t believe I have a f**kin son. I hate that bitch Mira; I swear I f**kin hate her. Storm starts to move to walk away, and my hand clamps down on her arm. And I growl low at her, “Don’t you dare f**kin leave me.”
I turn back to my son. My son. Shit, that’s gonna take some getting use too.
“Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”
We sit down, and I notice Storm nervously fidgeting beside me. Shit, if my woman feels awkward, how the f**k does she think I feel?
“So… apparently the bitch’s womb you grew in gave you up for adoption and didn’t tell ya about me. I’m f**kin sorry about that. Didn’t even know you existed until just now.”
Fuck, I mean it’s true. Shit, this is f**ked up. I reach under the table to lock my hand with Storm’s. I need her right now.
“She told me that when I found her. I knew it was gonna shock ya,” Mace laughs. Shit, he’s not even nervous. But the f**ker is my kid. You can just tell. Dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Gets the blond from his whore mother.
“So, did you get raised right? I mean, they didn’t stick you in a shit home did they?”
Please say f**kin no. No f**kin kid deserves that shit.
“I have amazing parents. We’re kinda not talking right now because I’m like the black sheep. Always getting in trouble. I’m obsessed with street bikes and racing cars. Uh, my parents didn’t care for that.”
FUCK NO!
“Street bikes? Seriously man?”
