We all settle down and discuss any shit we feel like while we wait for the van to arrive. When the van turns up I’m surprised to see Neil one of our prospects driving, but Riddle is sitting next to him in the passenger seat, head back and snoring.
Neil jumps out of the driver’s side of the van and slides open the side door. “Everything’s ready,” is all he states, and we throw the two fuckers inside the van, and handcuff them to the metal rod embedded in the center of the van’s floor. They’ll not be causing any trouble on the way back to the compound, I’m sure. But Riddle wakes, gives us all a nod as he climbs into the back of the van and lays down on the bench seat, but he is facing the two assholes, so I suppose that’s good enough.
“Well, we’ve got those two. How do you all feel about having a ride to Stirlingsville?” Smoker asks.
Hellion smirks. “Not sure Pres will like us going back there, but fuck I’m up for it. The Cobras are not that big of an MC, so the more we chip off the less to take out in the end. We could check out how your barber friend is, Breaker?”
“I wouldn’t mind doing that. He stuck his neck out for us although he had no reason to. He never asked for anything either. I’d like to think he is okay and they didn’t find out he helped us.” I turn to my old hog and straddle her, placing my helmet on and making sure I was connected so we can all stay in touch as an ‘in case,’ of trouble.
“Come on, let’s stir shit in Stirlingsville. Cobras should be around at this time of day. One town over isn’t good for these townsfolk, but if they want to keep Cobras out, they need to stand their ground now,” Paxton states as he climbs on his hog.
We ride over to Stirlingsville, making sure we make a noisy entrance to town. People scurry into the nearest shop, or home, and it’s more than obvious us being here has scared the shit out of everyone.
Pulling up outside the barber’s shop, I’m feeling rage rising. The large glass windows are smashed, the door is hanging on by only its hinges, and the stench is vile.
Pulling my bandana up over my mouth I enter, and everywhere is trashed. Not a single thing left that Andy could use. “ANDY!” I shout as I head to the stairs. “ANDY, IT’S BREAKER, WHERE ARE YOU?”
As I reach the top of the stairs, I see the door ajar, and I quickly push it open to find Andy laying on a broken sofa beaten to hell. “Andy, fuck!” I rush to him and squat to his level. “Cobras, do this to you?”
Andy nods. “Yeah, someone told them they saw you coming out of here. So, of course, I was made an example of. But fuck them all. I’m done with this town.”
Turning, I see Hellion speaking on his phone and hear Pres’ name. He’s reporting what we are doing, and what we’ve found I’m sure. Quickly closing the call, Hellion looks at me, then at Andy. “Come with us, pack what you need and let's get you out of here. Do you have a vehicle?”
“I have a truck, beat up, but works,” Andy has a black eye, swollen jaw and by the way he’s holding his ribs he is bruised to shit, or he has something cracked or broken.
Fury steps closer. “Do you own this place?”
Andy limps as he works his way to the bedroom. “No, I rent it, but they can take a hike if they think I’m having fuck all to do with any of this mess.”
It doesn’t take us too long to get what Andy wants to take with him. We see Cobras at a distance, and they are watching but staying out of reach. Yeah, the fuckers know they don’t stand achance. Fucking shame this Fink asshole isn’t here with my hog because I’d soon get her back and leave him dead as he should be.
Riding through the town, we make a show of leaving, waving, sounding horns, and revving engines as we know Cobras are skulking behind doors. Let them see we are not scared of them, and they are not going to intimidate us. Andy is following Smoker and Paxton. Vortex and I are behind his vehicle. Fury and Hellion are at the back, and they are hoping one of the Cobras will cause shit, as they are itching to get into something.
Riding out of Stirlingsville, we enter Eastridge, and all is peaceful. The aura of the town is much calmer, and people are going about their business showing no signs of stress.
It’s not too long before we enter Springfield and get waves from people in main street. We are well known, and although we are a little on the rough side, we are well liked in town.
CHAPTER 6
*~* Molly *~*
Today I’ve heard the men around here are having church. I never thought they’d be religious, but each to their own. I smirk to myself because how do you envision all these tough men on their knees praying. It would be one heck of a sight, and I wonder if they’d look like those images we see of knights of old down on one knee. I’d love to see it, I have to admit.
“I have a lot to do today, Molly. I’ll catch up as soon as I can. I’ve told Bull to inform me if your stepsister's phone turns back on,” Breaker informs me as he appears from nowhere, making me jump some in the process.
“Okay.” It’s all I reply because I’m going to look for her and speak to HR at the hospital in person, too. I’ll get out of here one way or another.
“Okay, I’ll catch you later.”
“Yeah,” is all I manage as I grab two pieces of toast from the plate piled high on the kitchen counter. Not sure I even want this because it’s the club girl called Pattie, and like the others you never know what they have just been doing.
Breaker gives me a considered look before turning and walking away. I take a seat at the long kitchen table and sip the coffee I just made for myself.
Breaker is tall, probably 6’2”, muscled but not overly, beard, mustache, short hair which has shaved pieces on the side giving him a sexy styled look. He wears shades quite a bit I’ve noticed, and he doesn’t smile that much. But when he smiles, it’s enough to have you drop your panties and get it on.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts because I really don’t want to get mixed up with a man right now. I’ve only had two relationships, and both were disastrous, so I’m not wanting to have a redo of either of them.
Someone taking a seat beside me brings me out of my thoughts once more. Seeing it’s Bri, I give her a smile, “Morning, Bri.”
