Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 45
“Sorry,” she muttered. She didn't look sorry at all.
I had to bite my lip to keep from busting out laughing. I loved this kid. She was full of piss and vinegar and Viper was gonna have his hands full for the next several years.
“Jemma, there's some muffins and stuff in the pantry, go help yourself,” I said to her. She flashed me a smile and headed toward where there was food.
I glanced at Viper to see him staring after his daughter and shaking his head.
“Brother, pretty sure I don't envy you there,” I commented to him as I opened up one of my muffins.
I reached out, grabbed my cup and took a drink of coffee then promptly spit it back into the cup. Fucking cold. As I stood up, he silently handed me his cup. Fucker. He could have gotten up and got us a hot cup of joe.
As Jemma came out of the pantry, I said to her, “Milk in the fridge, hon, or orange juice. Get what you want.” She smiled at me as she headed to the fridge.
After getting refills for us, I headed back toward the table. As I handed Viper his cup, Jemma plopped down into the seat beside me then reached out and hugged me.
“Morning, Prez,” she said as she turned toward me. Then damned if she didn't squint her eyes at me and study my face just like her dad had done.
“You look happy. Something I need to know about?” she asked me as she continued studying my face.
I choked on the drink I had just taken and thought I was going to cough up a lung. Viper sat there laughing at me. Shit, one day I was gonna get that motherfucker back. I swore I was.
“Like I said, Prez. Obvious.”
As I went to reply to him, I saw Streak and Axel enter the kitchen. Streak was shirtless with his jeans hanging low. I glanced at Viper to see him looking at Jemma. I looked at Jemma to see her looking at Streak with her mouth hanging open. Oh. Fuck. Me. Maybe I didn't need to worry about getting back at Viper. It appeared this was gonna be a situation that would do it and then some.
“Morning,” both men muttered.
I watched as Streak headed straight to the coffee maker, got a cup, filled it and took a long drink. Then, he leaned against the cabinets with his eyes closed, drinking his brew.
“Son of a bitch,” I heard Viper whisper as he glanced back and forth between Jemma and Streak.
Pretty sure the only thing saving Streak at the moment was the fact he was unaware of Jemma watching him. I glanced back at Jemma and she had her glass of orange juice pressed against her bottom lip but appeared to be oblivious of everyone in the room but Streak. I groaned. This wasn't fucking gonna be good.
I looked back at Viper to see him eyeing Streak now, then he got up and headed toward him. Fuck. I tensed up. I was hoping he didn't beat the shit out of the boy, he hadn't done anything wrong, but he could have put on a damn shirt before he came downstairs. I watched as Viper got right in front of him, leaned in and whispered something to him.
Streak jerked upward, opened his eyes, looked over at Jemma then quickly looked back at Viper and nodded. He sat his cup down, eased out around Viper and headed toward the stairs. I watched as Viper took a deep breath and let it out. As he walked back to the table, I didn't see any tension in his face at all.
“Jemma,” he said as he drew her attention to him.
Her eyes had followed Streak all the way out of the dining room. I saw Axel had watched the whole thing from the pantry. I inclined my head toward where Streak had gone, and he lifted his chin at me. He took his food and followed his brother upstairs.
“Girl, you can't look at the men here like that,” he told her.
“Like what?” she muttered.
“Like you fucking wanted to eat him alive. Dammit, you're fifteen and he is a grown ass man,” he said to her.
“He's only nineteen,” she argued back.
“That's four years older than you, making him an adult while you are still a child.”
“I'm not a child.”
“You're not a fucking adult either,” he exclaimed. “Don't make me ban you from coming into the Clubhouse.”
She glared at him.
“Jemma,” he said more gently. “Don't try to grow up too fast. Be around kids your own age. Soon enough, you'll be an adult, then you can be with whoever you want. But right now, baby, that is not gonna be Streak. You need to get that through your head.”
“Fine, whatever.” She said as she got up and carried her glass to the sink. She stomped toward the door and didn't look back at Viper at all. The slam of the door seemed to echo around the room.
“Fuck, Brother. Not sure what to say,” I told him.
“Nothing to say, Dog. It's not Streak's fault. He hasn't done anything wrong. Jemma has got to learn that she isn't going to be with Streak, at least not till she's an adult. Hopefully by then, this case of teen lust will have passed.”
I lifted my chin at him. Wasn't anything else to say about it. I heard my phone go off and reached into my pocket to pull it out. As I glanced down to it, I saw I had a text from Seer. After I read it, I looked back up at Viper.
“Brother, you gonna be good to do some interviews starting at ten?” I asked him.
“Yeah. Think I will head out for a bit before we start and go talk to my Old Ladies about Jemma. We gotta try to get a handle on her. If not, I'm afraid