then turns back to the eggs. “That’s good. I like him looking out for you. Jax is a good man.”
I nod. He is trusted by the MC Brothers and the Princes. I know he runs the guns but it’s never talked about. It’s not a job I’d do, but it’s always been part of the MC and now the Princes.
Tiny comes in and sits beside me. I smile when his arm goes over my shoulder. I lean into him before he pulls me over. “I miss you Little Shooter. Don’t go finding any more kids for us. I’ve got enough of them to worry about.”
I laugh. “I didn’t go looking for Judy, she found us. I’m glad you’re taking her. She needs someone looking out for her and teaching her about family. From what she says, she wasn’t treated good – even by her mother. Is Jason going back with you?” I’m going to miss him if he does.
“No. He’ll be coming up more often and we’ll come down, but he doesn’t want to leave you and the Club.” I’m relieved and he notices. “You’re going to do fine Sheila. Little Ben isn’t worried and Dakota smiles so it will be good.” He’s such a worry wart for someone so big and scary looking, it's funny he's reassuring me.
“Yeah. How is Sandy doing with riding?” She’s cute, she called me the other day to say she made her first jump.
He laughs. “She isn’t you, but she’s learning. I got her riding gear to keep her from getting all scraped up. She picked fuckin’ pink.” He’s disgusted, making me laugh. “All the kids are doing good. Diego and José are getting ready to move out. Diego says he’s too old to live at home. Pres got a house for the older kids. It’s like LB did here for Jason, Aaron and José when he’s down. It will be good for them.”
“It will. Jason loves having his own space.” Nancy puts plates in front of us. “Thank you. I love when you’re here.”
She laughs. “You love anyone that cooks for you.”
“But I love you more.” Tiny squeezes my shoulder then lets me eat.
***
At the Center, I’m ready when our relief shows. Everyone is being weird. I don’t know what happened, but I’m good with being off everyone’s radar today.
We’re on PD and patrol until we’re called to a domestic dispute. Eliza throws her lights on and we jet over to the next town. At the scene an officer is in the doorway with her gun drawn. Eliza moves fast onto the porch. I go to the back and walk right in. Making my way to the yelling I see a little boy hiding under the table. I tell him to go to his room and hide until I come get him. He moves against the wall toward the back and I see red. Knowing how to move like that is learned. I aim my gun forward and walk right up behind the pussy not stopping until my gun meets his head.
“One fuckin’ move and you're never a fuckin’ problem for her again.”
His head turns and Eliza kicks the gun out of his hand. She’s got wicked good aim with her feet. I’m always surprised by it. She pulls the woman away and points her gun at the pussy.
The woman begs her not to shoot him. Fuckin’ weak ass women. I shake my head and cuff him. “It was okay for your son to see him shoot you?” I pull his arms back and walk him out the door. The fuckin’ jerk is laughing. Eliza gives me a look.
When he’s in the PD truck I go back in and look for the boy while Eliza tries to get the woman to file a report. The kid is in his closet. “Hey little man, you can come out now.” He jumps on me. I hold him for a second feeling his whole body shaking then carry him to the kitchen. “You want a drink?” While I pour him some milk, I see they don’t have much and I’m listening to Eliza hoping the woman takes the help. This kid is cute and too young to live in fear.
I hear Eliza talking about the Center and bring the boy out. “I made a friend,” I tell her so she knows we have ears listening.
“No better reason to take the hand than that.” Eliza looks at the woman and hands her a card. “Call Deirdre,
I nod. He is trusted by the MC Brothers and the Princes. I know he runs the guns but it’s never talked about. It’s not a job I’d do, but it’s always been part of the MC and now the Princes.
Tiny comes in and sits beside me. I smile when his arm goes over my shoulder. I lean into him before he pulls me over. “I miss you Little Shooter. Don’t go finding any more kids for us. I’ve got enough of them to worry about.”
I laugh. “I didn’t go looking for Judy, she found us. I’m glad you’re taking her. She needs someone looking out for her and teaching her about family. From what she says, she wasn’t treated good – even by her mother. Is Jason going back with you?” I’m going to miss him if he does.
“No. He’ll be coming up more often and we’ll come down, but he doesn’t want to leave you and the Club.” I’m relieved and he notices. “You’re going to do fine Sheila. Little Ben isn’t worried and Dakota smiles so it will be good.” He’s such a worry wart for someone so big and scary looking, it's funny he's reassuring me.
“Yeah. How is Sandy doing with riding?” She’s cute, she called me the other day to say she made her first jump.
He laughs. “She isn’t you, but she’s learning. I got her riding gear to keep her from getting all scraped up. She picked fuckin’ pink.” He’s disgusted, making me laugh. “All the kids are doing good. Diego and José are getting ready to move out. Diego says he’s too old to live at home. Pres got a house for the older kids. It’s like LB did here for Jason, Aaron and José when he’s down. It will be good for them.”
“It will. Jason loves having his own space.” Nancy puts plates in front of us. “Thank you. I love when you’re here.”
She laughs. “You love anyone that cooks for you.”
“But I love you more.” Tiny squeezes my shoulder then lets me eat.
***
At the Center, I’m ready when our relief shows. Everyone is being weird. I don’t know what happened, but I’m good with being off everyone’s radar today.
We’re on PD and patrol until we’re called to a domestic dispute. Eliza throws her lights on and we jet over to the next town. At the scene an officer is in the doorway with her gun drawn. Eliza moves fast onto the porch. I go to the back and walk right in. Making my way to the yelling I see a little boy hiding under the table. I tell him to go to his room and hide until I come get him. He moves against the wall toward the back and I see red. Knowing how to move like that is learned. I aim my gun forward and walk right up behind the pussy not stopping until my gun meets his head.
“One fuckin’ move and you're never a fuckin’ problem for her again.”
His head turns and Eliza kicks the gun out of his hand. She’s got wicked good aim with her feet. I’m always surprised by it. She pulls the woman away and points her gun at the pussy.
The woman begs her not to shoot him. Fuckin’ weak ass women. I shake my head and cuff him. “It was okay for your son to see him shoot you?” I pull his arms back and walk him out the door. The fuckin’ jerk is laughing. Eliza gives me a look.
When he’s in the PD truck I go back in and look for the boy while Eliza tries to get the woman to file a report. The kid is in his closet. “Hey little man, you can come out now.” He jumps on me. I hold him for a second feeling his whole body shaking then carry him to the kitchen. “You want a drink?” While I pour him some milk, I see they don’t have much and I’m listening to Eliza hoping the woman takes the help. This kid is cute and too young to live in fear.
I hear Eliza talking about the Center and bring the boy out. “I made a friend,” I tell her so she knows we have ears listening.
“No better reason to take the hand than that.” Eliza looks at the woman and hands her a card. “Call Deirdre,
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