Nova (MorningStar MC Novels, New Orleans Chapter #2)

Chapter 17

Chapter

Seventeen

NOVA

“ W hat was that about relaxing?” Her voice makes me cringe.

The common room is full of bikers in all sorts of dress. No one is naked, but the clothes they’re putting on is the strange part.

“Um, Uncle Abel, what the fuck is going on?” He rolls his eyes at me.

“Ain’t you ever seen a man in drag before? Honestly, Nova, I thought you were the most opened minded member being a manwhore and all.” Fuck, here we go.

Every head in the room is on a swivel, and a few angry faces are about to explode in my defense, but it’s the petite brunette beauty sporting my ring on her finger who steps into his face with a finger pointed right at his nose.

“You sexist, judgmental prick. He is your blood! I will not stand here and let you insult my husband.” The room goes hushed.

“Well fuck, you’re a little firecracker, ain’t ya? Good job, Nova.” Abel grins at Simone, who’s huffing so hard I’m afraid she might nail him in the balls.

“Dove, he was testing you,” I say in her ear, but she shakes her head.

“No, I left one family of assholes behind. I am not joining another, so apologize to Maddox.” My eyes go wide as I step between them.

“No, your old lady is right. My sincerest apologies, ma’am. Welcome to the family.” She snorts and crosses her arms but nods in acceptance after a moment.

“Never a dull fucking moment.” I turn to see my Aunt Dorian watching the show.

“Pinky, get over and meet Nova’s bride!” Abel calls, and she arches an eyebrow.

“Your dad knows?” I kiss her cheek and ignore her question.

“I’m taking her tomorrow, but apparently, Abel has something more important than my honeymoon.” I narrow my eyes at the tech genius.

“I do! Now, ignore the guys. They’re getting ready for Dylan’s read-a-ton at the library.” Simone chuckles.

“You guys are doing Drag story hour?” They all say yes or nod as they slip into dresses.

“My wife does a weekend fundraiser for the library she runs,” Abel says proudly.

“And you force them to do this?” Simones waves at the room full of dresses, wigs, and shoes.

“Make them no. Encourage yes. We’re a lot more open-minded than you think. This club has always been inclusive and will remain so as long as I breath.” Abel’s tone turns severe but stays even and calm.

“And long after. Hello, I’m King, the President of all these assholes.” He smiles at my wife, who’s staring at his prosthetic.

When her eyes move up his body, she sees and shakes his outstretched hand.

“Nice to meet you.” I can see the millions of questions running through her head.

“Chruch!” King calls out, and a few members move into the library, and we follow.

“You have a church in here?” Simone asks me as discreetly as she can.

Which, of course, is loud enough for all the officers in the room to hear.

“You married a woman with no knowledge of how a club works?” Aunt Dorian looks Simone up and down with a curious grin on her face.

That is never a good thing.

“Alright, sis, leave her alone,” King calls over.

“Tobby’s gone have a field day with this.” Dorian sits down and plops her combat boots on the table, crossing her arms over her chest.

I take my seat and drag Simone onto my lap. Immediately, everyone in the room started banging their fists on the table and chanting my name.

“I’ll explain later.” I soothe Simone when she jumps in shock.

“You fucking better.” Her little growl makes Abel laugh next to us.

“Cannibal, what you got?” King gives my Uncle the floor.

“That technical hiccup you had at the club,” I sit up straighter, making Simone grab onto the table for extra support.

She glares at me, and I wink.

“Sorry Dove. What about it, Cannibal?” I pat her leg but hear her grumble under her breath about “stupid nicknames.”

“I found the source. Does the name Tyler Reid ring any bells?” Abel’s eyes go from mine to Simone’s.

“You have got to be fucking kidding,” Simone’s response draws narrowed eyes, and a few chuckles.

“How and why would he want to fuck with my business?” We aren’t in competing business, so it makes no fucking sense.

“Simone dear, best not to use Mommy’s credit account to pay for your escorts.” She didn’t.

I turn to my wife, who is blushing something fierce.

“It’s my card. She just has access to the account details.” She sounds and looks like a petulant child.

“Needless to say, she’s the connection I found. She forwarded the information via email to Tyler, who hired a hacker I’ve been watching to fuck with your system.

“Wait, that happened before Simone and I even spoke.” Abel doesn’t lose his grin.

“Simone set up an online account hours before and browsed the website for approximately three hours before calling you. She had to provide the card details to verify her identity.” Abel likes my wife’s discomfort entirely way too much.

“Dove?” She has her face covered.

“I didn’t look the whole time. I just forgot to close the browser.” I grin and kiss her forehead.

“I’ve taken care of the hacker.” Abel sounds very proud of himself, which makes me lift a brow.

“Explain taken care of,” King growls at his VP.

“As in, I hired him.” Oh boy.

Everyone starts yelling over each other, so I lift Simone off my lap and pat Abels’s shoulder.

“I’m out. My place is secure now, right?” He nods at me while trying to fend off the others.

“Let’s get out of here before they burn him at the stake.” Simone rushes for the front door like her ass is on fire.

“Someone’s eager to start the honeymoon,” I laugh as she stops at the limo door.

“Your family is terrible!” She says the words, but she’s smiling.

“They grow on you.”