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Your father’s eyes I pray for
Your mother’s smile I see,
Your loving heart within you,
Severing all our fears.
The colour of the sky is you and all you bring.
* * *
What would I do without you?
Now that I see you here.
My world would be bland without you,
The colours all disappear.
* * *
I sit and sing it over and over until I feel I have just the right words to express the family they’ve created. I like it now I hope they like it too. I want to record it on a CD. I’ll sing it for them at the baby shower, but I know that a copy for them that they can play for baby will mean a lot. Tomorrow I will use my recording equipment for the first time. I find this so exciting. I have always wanted my own recording space that I can use whenever the mood strikes, and War has made my dream a reality. My warrior, my dream man.
* * *
War calls on the burner phone to let me know that he is on his way home. I usually wait for him to come in before heading to bed and am following suit when he tells me to head into bed. “Baby, we are bringing the message that we are comfortable and that he is no longer a threat. This means we need to change our patterns. Get ready for bed. I will be there soon. You okay with that, Kitten?”
“I got this,” I tell him firmly. I do have this. I am not the weak-minded teenager he threatened years ago. “See you soon, Honey.”
I get ready for bed. Sleep is elusive. I’m not afraid; I’m missing my man. As I begin to settle into sleep, I feel his body climb in behind me, wrapping me up in his arms. I revel in the warmth and nod off almost immediately.
Twenty-Three
Never Again
War
It’s been three days since our plan was brought into play. We had texts out to five brothers, letting them know they are riding out to assist our sister club close by. They ride out and circle around the state on silent watch. Each man is strategically placed, monitoring the house, studio, and property.
To play it right, we have never sent Maddie out alone. That would have been too obvious, and Jefferson would know that I would never let her be on her own. Our younger members, prospects, have been assigned Maddie. The men are more than qualified to look after my girl. Jefferson is going to get a huge shock when he makes his move. The men are ready; I am ready. Maddie has every right to be nervous. I am astounded by her resilience and strength. She is just going through her day. I can see her being cautious, yet she goes about town, meeting with Vi about the party for Ava, having coffee at Millie’s, going to the club or just hanging out at home or in her studio.
Today she is hanging in the studio. She gushed about it to her brother over the phone the other night. Paul was just as enthused, and they started to plan a schedule for his return with the rest of The Smoking Guns to hit the studio and start recording again.
My burner goes off. “Hey,” I answer.
Orion’s gruff voice bellows through the phone. “He’s making his move man. He is sitting on the edge of your property. We’ve got to wait for him to make a more solid move to take him down. Everything we have on him was gathered outside the boundaries of the law. We want more than a slap on the wrist. We want him to be put away for a long while.”
“I’m on my way.”
“We have a plan, remember. You do not get close yet,” Orion says.
“Yeah, I know. I know.” I slam my phone shut, mount my bike, and head to the lake on the edge of the property.
* * *
Maddie
I have my headphones on, listening to the recording I put together for Ava and Guard. I am pleased with the sound. The melody is light and happy. Vi is on her way over with a picture of Ava and Guard from one of their barbeques. We are going to imprint the picture on the CD and the cover. I already wrote the card, congratulating them on their baby boy’s arrival. I add a personal note. I wanted them to know how thankful I am for creating the circumstances that brought me to War.
