Gator

Gator by Amanda Anderson

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brother has hit that.  Law got to her every chance he got for a while there.  Hell Moose even lets her dance for him, he won’t cross the line, but she’d special.  Tommy was crazy over her, so was Choo-Choo.  She is part of the club.  She was Pick’s favorite fuck after he got out too.  She takes our shit and still makes us feel like men when we talk to her, but she’s honest.  If she likes you she’s real honest about it and that ain’t somethin’ most of us are used to.  She ain’t tryin’ for a patch either.”  He shrugged.  “I guess I needed that to myself for a few days.”
    “Fuck Fox, you’re old enough to be her daddy.”
    “Yeah and fuck you too.  I know she couldn’t have liked what went down, but she didn’t make me feel bad for it.  She laughed with me and made me feel like life was something worth livin’.  It wasn’t all about fuckin’ Gator.  She is a good soul.  She didn’t lie to me and tell me how sexy I am either, but she made damn sure she got as good as she gave and she gave plenty.  She’s too good for this life.”
    “Yeah she is.  I appreciate what Gin is doing for her, can’t be easy for her, knowing...”
    “Gin knows that we might not have made it if I hadn’t had that weekend.  Not naughty’s fault.  She didn’t have much choice really, but she made the best of it, as much as a young woman can make the best of an old man slobbering all over her and she didn’t rub it in Gin’s face and she could have.  She kept it quiet even when the other girls noticed Gin gave her shit.”
    Gator wanted to hit him.  He wanted to hit him hard.
    “Don’t fucking look at me that way.  I’m telling you so you’ll get your head out of your ass.  You can’t fight every man that’s hit that.  You have to start from right now and make damned sure nobody else does.  Patch her Gator.  She’s a damn fine woman and she deserves more than being your whore.”
    “I asked her to marry me.”  Gator admitted.
    “Well?”
    “She told me to ask her again when my wife wasn’t standing right outside.”
    “Smart girl.  She alright?  I know she has shit in her past.  Lost it over a gun worse than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
    “Working on it.  This is a huge step for her and I hated pressuring her into it, but she has to be able to protect herself.  I can’t babysit her all the time.”
    “Hell yeah she does.  SHit coming down the pipeline says this might be an inside job.  Spec and Shad are working on it.  Looks like we got enemies at home.  Enemies we can’t name.”
    “Other charters or within our own?”
    “Other charters I think.  Word is this shit goes back to Phoenix.  Zip was out there for a while, may have started shit.  I heard Zoe is heading to Preach.”  He shook his head in disgust.
    “Who’s that?”
    “Zoe McCurdy.  Tank’s kid.  Tank and Preach were tight back in the day.   Tank founded the whole damn thing with me, Preach and Ace.  We were it back then.  Few more came in pretty quick like, but that was it.  Tank decided to head out and Make a charter in Phoenix, his old lady had family out there and there was a small club.  Patched them over and he took the gavel.  He stepped back and let Preach run the show after that.  Accident got him years ago.  If his kid is heading to Preach, shit must be bad out there.  No word on Tink though.”
    “Shift.  We got a chapter here too.  Can we trust them?”
    Fox shook his head.  “Hell if I know.  Damned dark day when brothers start turning on each other.”
    Gator couldn’t believe it.  Who could any of them trust?  He heard Naughty shoot again and felt relieved.  She might need to know how and she might have to shoot someone she knew.  That shit would haunt her.
    He looked at Fox again.
    It would haunt them all.
    “What the hell are we gonna do?”
    Fox met his eyes and Gator saw sorrow there.  “Hell if I know brother, hell if I

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