Shep to us, then his whole club can suffer the consequences for one man’s actions for all I care.” It surprises even me how easily the words ol’ lady roll off my tongue.
“You’re talkin’ war,” Rex says, watching me, “for a piece of pussy you’ve never even had.” The cocky bastard smiles sardonically at me. “You really think the club should risk all of us for her?”
When Head Case puts a firm hand on my shoulder to hold me in place it does nothing to stop me from running my mouth.
“What a true piece of shit you are. How’s she not worth it? If it were Doll, hands down we’d all be voting it to take them all out.” Looking at the man who is trying to remind me to stay put as his hand is still on my shoulder, I make my point to Head Case. “If this were Doc Kelly, would there be a question of how the vote would go? Rex has fucked her over enough through the years, and none of us touched her because of him. This whole thing would’ve never happened to her if he’d stepped up for her a long time ago, or if he had been man enough to let her go. Now, I sit here with her, knowing she’s my ol’ lady, and I have to wonder if my brothers are gonna go to bat for my woman. That’s some real brotherhood we’re showin’ here.”
“Enough,” Tripp states, eyes on Rex. “I’ve given Thorn seventy-two hours to deliver Shep to us. If he doesn’t, we need to vote on it. Are we goin’ to war with the Ghosts for the attack on Tessie? They came to our bar—owned or not, people know—and they hurt one of our own.”
Rex says nothing and his face gives away nothing.
Tripp continues, “We vote. If Shep isn’t handed over in the next three days, we go to war with the Desert Ghosts. Those in agreement, aye; those not, disagree.”
One by one, the brothers are asked. Their votes count, don’t get me wrong, but it is the officer’s table I want to see. More importantly, my VP; where does he stand? As the votes come in, so far, all but three agree to the stipulation of war if Shep isn’t turned over. The room is all in agreement by majority, the last two votes aren’t necessary; however, as Prez and VP, they still announce their decisions.
While Tripp looks to Rex as it is his turn to cast a vote, the bastard glances at me and winks. If he disagrees, I am going to kill him with my bare hands. After all the years Tessie has remained on the backburner for him, he wouldn’t choose not go to bat for her, would he?
“Aye. That bastard touched the wrong one. They hand him over, or I’ll go after every single one of them, one by mother fuckin’ one.”
Rex’s response shocks me, making me release the breath I was holding. He was fucking with me this whole time. He may not claim her, but he will go to war for her. I still hate the bastard because he could have and should have stayed to make sure she wasn’t alone. All of this could have been prevented.
“Aye,” Tripp states. “If Thorn doesn’t comply, war it will be.” The gavel slams down and the sermon is dismissed.
Adjusting… or Not
The visible wounds have healed for the most part. I will forever carry a scar across my forehead and the bump on my nose. I am managing to work at Brinkley’s a few days a week now. Moreover, thanks to the additional funds in my bank account, I have stayed afloat without working like I was before. Granted, I think, when the club, Shooter, or whomever made the deposit in my account, they were expecting me to pay rent with it. However, since I moved out of my trailer, I don’t have the expense; as a result, I have been able to carry the money further. The landlord was nice about my departure. She said she would leave the place empty for me for a few months to get back on my feet. I wish she wouldn’t hold it. It is more than the money, though; I just didn’t bother telling her that. Pride gets the best of us all. I don’t want to
“You’re talkin’ war,” Rex says, watching me, “for a piece of pussy you’ve never even had.” The cocky bastard smiles sardonically at me. “You really think the club should risk all of us for her?”
When Head Case puts a firm hand on my shoulder to hold me in place it does nothing to stop me from running my mouth.
“What a true piece of shit you are. How’s she not worth it? If it were Doll, hands down we’d all be voting it to take them all out.” Looking at the man who is trying to remind me to stay put as his hand is still on my shoulder, I make my point to Head Case. “If this were Doc Kelly, would there be a question of how the vote would go? Rex has fucked her over enough through the years, and none of us touched her because of him. This whole thing would’ve never happened to her if he’d stepped up for her a long time ago, or if he had been man enough to let her go. Now, I sit here with her, knowing she’s my ol’ lady, and I have to wonder if my brothers are gonna go to bat for my woman. That’s some real brotherhood we’re showin’ here.”
“Enough,” Tripp states, eyes on Rex. “I’ve given Thorn seventy-two hours to deliver Shep to us. If he doesn’t, we need to vote on it. Are we goin’ to war with the Ghosts for the attack on Tessie? They came to our bar—owned or not, people know—and they hurt one of our own.”
Rex says nothing and his face gives away nothing.
Tripp continues, “We vote. If Shep isn’t handed over in the next three days, we go to war with the Desert Ghosts. Those in agreement, aye; those not, disagree.”
One by one, the brothers are asked. Their votes count, don’t get me wrong, but it is the officer’s table I want to see. More importantly, my VP; where does he stand? As the votes come in, so far, all but three agree to the stipulation of war if Shep isn’t turned over. The room is all in agreement by majority, the last two votes aren’t necessary; however, as Prez and VP, they still announce their decisions.
While Tripp looks to Rex as it is his turn to cast a vote, the bastard glances at me and winks. If he disagrees, I am going to kill him with my bare hands. After all the years Tessie has remained on the backburner for him, he wouldn’t choose not go to bat for her, would he?
“Aye. That bastard touched the wrong one. They hand him over, or I’ll go after every single one of them, one by mother fuckin’ one.”
Rex’s response shocks me, making me release the breath I was holding. He was fucking with me this whole time. He may not claim her, but he will go to war for her. I still hate the bastard because he could have and should have stayed to make sure she wasn’t alone. All of this could have been prevented.
“Aye,” Tripp states. “If Thorn doesn’t comply, war it will be.” The gavel slams down and the sermon is dismissed.
Adjusting… or Not
The visible wounds have healed for the most part. I will forever carry a scar across my forehead and the bump on my nose. I am managing to work at Brinkley’s a few days a week now. Moreover, thanks to the additional funds in my bank account, I have stayed afloat without working like I was before. Granted, I think, when the club, Shooter, or whomever made the deposit in my account, they were expecting me to pay rent with it. However, since I moved out of my trailer, I don’t have the expense; as a result, I have been able to carry the money further. The landlord was nice about my departure. She said she would leave the place empty for me for a few months to get back on my feet. I wish she wouldn’t hold it. It is more than the money, though; I just didn’t bother telling her that. Pride gets the best of us all. I don’t want to
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