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“I know man, I know,” Gus says, patting his shoulder.
“Dude, that’s your grandpa,” Rider points out.
“We know. That’s why he doesn't scare us,” Tav shrugs. “But I get how other people view him.”
“That is really good self awareness on your part,” Rider says, mounting his ride.
“That’s it! This woman you’ve been sneaking around with. Is she a therapist or some shit because you have been unusually insightful the past couple of months,” Fox yells.
“Oh Foxy,” Rider shakes his head. “You wish you were this insightful.” He flips the bird and roars off into the night.
“He didn’t answer my question,” Fox grumbles.
“Don’t worry, it’s Rider. He can’t keep a secret for long.” Nitro slaps Fox on the shoulder.
“Not to mention every time one of us gets a woman, trouble seems to follow.” Gus adds. “You wait long enough, and whoever he’s sweet on will turn up to the clubhouse looking for help.”
Pops stares at Gus like he’s stupid. “Are you stupid, boy? All the women who turn up actively don’t want our help. It’s you damned men who can’t mind your own business and want to try to rescue all these women who are more than capable of doing shit for themselves.”
“Facts,” I boom into the night, winking at my woman.
“You sure about that, Pops?” Gus replies.
Pops tilts his head for a moment. “How many of our Rev Room guests have the women put down compared to you lot?
“That doesn't count,” Wire argues, “Chewy as the Icer puts down more than any of us. She’s basically at serial killer numbers now.”
“I know!” Pops crows like it’s a glowing achievement. I guess it kinda is. Tuesday is a loose cannon but everything she does is for her family. We’re damn lucky to have her.
I jump a little when Blanche claps her hands, “He’s bagged and tagged. Let's get rolling. I got kids that’ll wake up at around ass crack o’clock and I’d like a few hours beauty sleep before that happens.”
“What my woman wants, my woman gets,” Tav says, smacking a kiss on Blanche’s cheek.
“You heard the woman,” Marx yells out. “Let’s roll!”
Willa
Looking at my watch I know I only have a few moments of peace before the rest of the Ol Ladies turn up. Chewy sent out a message an hour ago, calling a gathering in the Rev Room. I’m not sure what she has planned, but I hope it’s painful. Diesel deserves pain. Not just because he ruined my early adulthood. Because he’s an asshole who has left a wake of battered, bruised and broken people. Not me though. I may have thought I was broken at one point, but I’m a goddamned survivor. Like a badass phoenix rising from the ashes. Now he’s the one hurting. Breathing harsh around broken ribs. Lips split, eye swollen shut. When I was in his shoes I was still expected to cook his dinner and suck his cock.
“What are you thinking about?”
Chewy’s sudden voice scares the shit and the words out of me. “Me having to suck his dick when my face looked like that.”
Chewy turns deathly slow, her gaze settling on my left shoulder. “Is that so?”
I nod. I don’t have any words.
“Do you wanna get him back?”
“Huh?” Chewy’s words snap me out of my silence. “Get him back? How?”
“Oh, maybe a little something like this?”
She holds up the gadget in her hand, shocking a gasp from me. I mean, I’ve seen some shit in my life, but nothing like this.
“Is that a massage gun with a dildo on the end?” I stare at it, jumping a little when she turns it on and it violently jabs at the air.
“Why yes, yes it is.” She waggles her brows. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to use it in his butt, but after what you said, his mouth could be an option. I’ve never actually done that before.” She raises her brows, looking at me expectantly, bobbing up and down a little as she pats baby Miles’ back in his little front pack.
