Chapter 19
It's been several days since Briggs and I had lunch. I have not heard from him regarding our conversation and to my knowledge, nobody has heard from him about the mystery stalker. Emma is starting to relax and I am glad to see it. I know it is early in her pregnancy, but she doesn't need to be getting herself worked up.
Today, Emma and I are having our girls’ day out. I'm so excited; we’re going shopping, going to the spa, etc. What more could a girl ask for? Then after that, tonight will be my first real date with Hawk.
I'm sitting at the kitchen table having coffee with Spike and Dbag when Emma comes down. She plops her purse down on the table, looks at me, and says, "Are you ready for our big day?"
Before I can answer, Spike asks, "What big day?"
She replies nonchalantly, "Honey and I are having a girl's day out today—hair, nails, makeup. The works."
"Oh, hell no!" Spike replies.
"What do you mean?"
"You ladies are NOT going out shopping and doing girly shit today. Hawk told you both to stay put!"
"We weren't planning on going alone."
"I'm not having a spa day with you girls. That would be emotional suicide for a guy like me!"
"It won't be that bad. What do you think, Dbag?" she asks teasingly.
"It sounds like fun," he says.
Spike looks over at him and says, "You're such a fucking pussy! We're not going! And that's final!"
Emma looks at me and I know exactly what she wants. I get up from my chair and together we walk over to Spike and flank him. As we place our arms around him, she asks, "But Spike, you wouldn't disappoint us, would you?" Then she adds, "Honey has a hot date with your VP tonight. You want her to look especially pretty for him, don't you?"
"It's not working, Emma. Your attempts to unman me are not gonna get me to change my mind. I said no and I mean no!" he replies.
And then Emma totally takes me by surprise and plays the old lady card. "Maybe I should remind you, Spike, that I'm Ice's old lady. You know, your club prez? I think he would be very disappointed in you if he knew you weren't willing to take his woman and her friend to the spa and shopping."
"He would agree with me if he knew about the threats," he says defensively. He's absolutely right. I have to chuckle to myself.
"But he doesn't know, does he? And Hawk won't let me tell him, so sweetie, it appears to me that if you don't take us where we want to go today, you're screwed."
Spike shakes his head in defeat. I can see that he knows he has no way out of this. "People are so wrong about bikers. They fear them when they should fear their fucking old ladies. They're the dangerous ones," Spike says.
Emma and I have a blast on our girl's day out. We start at the spa with facials, mani-pedis, and massages. Once we are all prettied up, we hit the stores, have lunch, and then return home. The boys are great sports about it all and there are even times that I think they're actually enjoying themselves, although they would never admit it.
Spike pulls into the driveway and turns the car off. We all get out of the car and walk toward the trunk. Spike opens it up and begins handing packages to Dbag as Emma and I turn the corner to head to the front door. As we approach the front porch, Emma stops dead in her tracks. When I look up at the porch, I see a basket and the fucking lid is moving.
"What the fuck is that, Emma?"
"I don't know, but I saw the lid move. There is something inside that basket, and I'm not going to be the one to find out what it is." We both back away from the steps slowly and I call as calmly as I can, "Spike?"
As he and Dbag come around the corner with all our packages, he says, "What's up, doll?"
Emma points to the steps and says, "That. There's another note. And there is something alive in that basket."
Spike walks up to the basket slowly. Just as he's about to remove the lid of the basket, we all hear the rattle.Holy fucking shit, there's a snake in that basket. Emma begins to hyperventilate and I go over to her to help her breathe.
Spike and Dbag both draw their guns and fire on the basket. The hail of gunfire destroys the basket and reveals the snake, still twitching, lying dead within the remnants of the basket. We wait for the muscle reflex to stop.
"A fucking rattlesnake!" Spike yells. "This asshole isn't just trying to scare you, he's trying to fucking kill you!" He walks over and grabs the note. Opening the note, he reads out loud:
Enjoy your shopping and the spa today?
