My chest clenches.
“Was it someone from the Tinmen?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. It was strange. He was just watching. I didn’t go in. I walked past and waited until he was gone before I entered.”
“Jaylah?”
I know it’s not Jaylah. I know because I saw it before she came, but I don’t want Santana to get suspicious.
She shrugs. “It could be. Is she in some kind of trouble?”
“No idea.”
“Maybe you should try and find out.”
I shoot her a glare. I’m not about to spend any more time with the girl than I already do. It’s been four days, and we’ve officially driven each other up the wall. She feeds me sass on a daily basis, and I am a prick to her. She’s good with the baby, though. She keeps him quiet, and she does her job well. Still, she drives me fuckin’ crazy.
“Not gonna happen.”
Santana sighs. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”
I flash her a grin and she rolls her eyes.
“Just try and see what that guy was doing there. He gave me the creeps.”
“I will,” I assure her, but this isn’t something I’m going to involve the club in. This goes far deeper.
“Thank you, and be nice to Jaylah. She’s a cool chick.”
“She’s a pain in the ass.”
“A hot pain in the ass.” She winks, standing and disappearing down the hall.
She’s right about that. Jaylah is fuckin’ stunning. Saw it the minute I opened the door and she gave me a mouthful of sass. The girl could talk underwater with a mouth full of marbles, and she could go right ahead and make it sassy and cute at the same time. It’s not what makes her fine, though. No . . .
It’s her fuckin’ body.
She looks the way a woman should look. Curvy, full ass, full breasts, an abundance of thick hair . . .
Fuck.
Fine.
God help me, I want to fuck my nanny.
~**~**~
JAYLAH
“Oh my God, how much can one baby poop?” I groan, pinching my nose while lifting a dirty diaper and folding it up.
“Mack!”
I clench my eyes at the moan of the woman in Mack’s bed. I’m getting more than tired of it now. It’s been five days since I started here and Mack has had a woman in his bed every one of those nights. I picked him as a player, and I was right. He brings them in, says very little, fucks them and throws them out.
Emotionally detached.
I’ve noticed on more than one occasion that he struggles with any kind of emotion. Except anger. He seems to be able to hold that one strong. He’s broody, but he’s not an asshole. He keeps to himself most of the time, and is fiercely loyal to Maddox and the club. Santana told me he spends a lot of time as a nomad, travelling about and not staying in one place.
Mack intrigues me; I won’t lie.
However, he also frustrates me. Like right now, for example. The sounds of his woman screeching has just gotten too much. I don’t know who she is, and I don’t fucking care. There’s a baby in the house, and he’s a baby Mack refuses to acknowledge, for whatever reason.
“Harder, oh God, yes, harder.”
That’s it.
I stare down at the diaper in my hand, and a sly smile spreads across my face. Oh yes, yes, yes. I quickly finish up with Diesel and place him in the crib, then I take the rolled up diaper and walk out of the room. Without hesitation, I go to Mack’s room and swing open the door.
I don’t think, or pause, even though the sight I get is Mack’s super fine ass clenching as he drills into the woman he’s got pressed against the wall. Instead, I make a disgusted sound, causing them both to turn. I hold the diaper in my hand and in a loud voice, I growl, “I’m tired of this. You want to fuck, go and do it somewhere else. Your son is in the other room, you selfish bastard, and I’m tired of hearing the sounds of whores when I try to get him to sleep. So, from now on in, every time you bring one of them home, I’m going to drive them right back out.”
Then I lift the diaper and I hurl it right at the blonde woman’s head. It hits her in the face because she’s detangled from Mack and has stepped around him, no doubt to abuse me, fully naked. I watch in fascination as the diaper breaks open and shit goes everywhere. Her screams fill the room, and I can’t help it—I burst into a fit of hysterical giggles.
“That’s what you get when you enter this house, lady. Go get your kicks elsewhere.”
Mack storms towards me, also fully naked. His face is twisted in rage. I shut the door before he reaches me, and then I turn and run back to Diesel’s room, shutting and locking the door before collapsing onto the sofa in hysterics. I’ll never forget seeing that woman’s face covered in baby poop. As I sit, I hear her screams, her gagging, and Mack’s abuse as he orders her out.
“You can’t send me out. There’s shit in my hair.”
My giggling gets so intense I double over with a bellyache.
“Get out. We’re done,” I hear Mack say.
“Mack!” she screeches. “You can’t kick me out!”
“Out!” he barks.
A few minutes later the front door slams, and I hear the pounding footsteps as Mack comes towards the room. He bangs on the door, and I cover my mouth to smother my giggles.
“Open the door,” he orders.
My laughing gets more intense and I stand, walking over to the door, still unable to control myself. I open it and Mack is standing there, arms crossed, a wild look on his beautiful face. Oh boy, someone is angry. Hehe. I try not to laugh, I swear, I really do but he just looks so pissed off.