Tommy Rich: Defendes MC Series Book 7 (Defenders MC Series) by Amanda Anderson

here.”
    Jack nodded.  “I have some things I’d like to see turn out.  Not sure they will, but not willing to fuck it up until I can be sure.”
    “Yeah, me too, but this crazy shit has to stop first.”
    “Then we figure out how to make it.” 
    Jack was smart as hell and if he was willing to help Tommy then there was a better chance of things going right.
    “We need to talk it over in church again when we get back.”
    “I’m thinking I need to give Preach a call on it before we get back.”  Tommy admitted.  “Only time I’ve wished half the brothers didn’t fucking hate my guts.  Spec could figure this out or fuck Shad, but I don’t know how to get any of them involved without looking like a pussy.  They didn’t look too concerned when I brought it up last time.”
    Choo-Choo stepped up and slapped Tommy on the back.  “I heard the word pussy.”
    “Tommy’s not one.”  Jack put in by way of explanation.
    “Matter of opinion.”  The big man grinned.
    “Shut up.”  Tommy tried to look intimidating, but Choo-Choo was a big fucker.  Tommy wasn’t small, at 6’2” he towered over most, but Choo-Choo had a couple inches on him and was a sight broader.  The man had to weigh nearly four hundred pounds, but it didn’t hinder him.  Tommy liked him a lot.  He would make brother before the year was out along with Gator.  The club needed fresh blood and these two would make the club stronger.
    “This about that crazy bitch that calls every time you get laid?”  Choo-Choo asked and Gator stepped back into the conversation.
    “Yeah.”  Tommy hadn’t realized how obvious it had been.
    “Bitch needs a rubber room, you ask me.  That stopped being funny a long damned time ago.  Gives me the creeps nearly as bad as bad as fucking Rena.
    Jack let out a laugh.  “She’s one scary bitch.  She still after you Choo-Choo?”
    “Scared to tell her no.  Makes me feel like a pussy.  Like a fucking piece of meat.”
    Jack laughed, but they all felt that way about Rena.  She wasn’t like any other woman.  Mrs. had put her in charge of the club girls and things were a lot classier than they ever had been.  No more bitches running around the morning after a party either.  Mrs. had found a couple of little Mice to take care of that shit.  The whores had to get up and do the heavy stuff before nine and get the fuck out or they wouldn’t be allowed at the next party and Rena kept track.  The little mice took care of changing the beds and the general house cleaning at the club and the other places the boys liked to crash. 
    Nobody wanted to wake up to a woman who had partied all night.  They might look alright after a few beers with the lights down, but in the glare of the morning sun and a hangover they looked like a bad horror flick.
    “You need some help with dat chick Tommy boy?”  Gator grinned as he asked and that made the hair on the back of Tommy’s neck stand up.  Tommy didn’t believe in all that voodoo shit, but there was something about Gator.  Something dangerous.  The fucker knew he creeped everybody out too and he loved it.  The look in his eyes said he would have no problem making sure his problem met a dark end.
    “Something needs to be done.  Crazy bitch won’t leave me alone.  Messing with other shit now too.”
    “Must be some monster dick you got in there man.”  Choo-Choo leaned his head over and eyed Tommy’s crotch.
    “You turnin’ fag on me now Choo-Choo?  Get your fucking eyes off my dick.”
    Tommy felt better.  He had a solid crew.  His brothers had his back and even if they gave him shit for it they were there.  He held up a finger and walked a little ways away.
    “Preacherman.”
    “Hey Preach.  I got a problem.”
    Tommy explained the situation to Preach.  He left out the parts about Willa to protect her, but he knew he might have to spill that too to keep her safe.
    “Sounds fucked up.  Why the hell did it take this long for you