We’ve, well I should say Bull, has done a lot of digging into the stepsister’s past, and it’s not pretty. She has never held a job for over three weeks, living off anyone that would help her. She’s a bottom feeder and not giving anything to her family, which is Molly, or the world in general.
I can understand why Molly says she’s gonna kill Carrie-Anne, but I’m not sure if it came to it she’d be able to actually do it? But any of the brothers in the club will easily take the bitch out and think nothing of it.
Saddle and Bank take a seat at the table with me in the rec room. I take a swallow of the beer I’ve been nursing for the last hour. I never have more than one beer when I’m riding, and that’s what I’ll be doing later.
“I hope they come up with a good plan,” Bank mumbles, picking up his beer.
Saddle chuckles. “Brothers, we both know the two of them are deadly when they want to be, but that two has become three and we don’t know as yet the full potency of Molly.”
“She’s had to look after herself for years. She knows Carrie-Anne better than any of us, although we have found through Bull’s investigation she’s a toxic bitch. I’m trusting what they come up with as long as it’s not dangerous to themselves.” I look from Bank to Saddle, and they both give me a nod of agreement.
“You claiming, Molly?” Bank suddenly asks.
Saddle chuckles when I splutter into my beer. “Come on, Breaker, pull up your panties and get on with it. We can all see you want her.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna claim her. I need to order her property patch.”
I give Bull a small nod as he takes a seat at the table. Places his beer down and sighs. “I’ve already seen it on order. Think Pres put the order in,” smirking broadly.
“Fuckin’ hell, sometimes Pres is like a nosy old woman,” I snap.
“Is that right, Breaker?”
Closing my eyes, because could my luck have run out just at that moment? Opening my eyes, I look into Whack’s who had taken a seat at the table. His eyes are full of humor, and I’ve two options here. I either ignore the fact I just put my foot in it, or I face up toit. Well, of course, I am who I am, and I face up to it. “Yeah, it is right, Whack. You butt in at times when you shouldn’t, but most of the fuckin’ time you are on point.”
“Breaker, from the moment you brought Molly to the clubhouse it was obvious you liked the woman. It was only a matter of time before you admitted to yourself that it was more than a kidnapping friendship that was growing. But I’ll tell you now that I respected you as a brother and a friend by not going after Molly myself. I could see her being a fantastic first lady of the club, so don’t loiter because there are more than me and Griller could be interested in snapping her up.” Whack takes a long drink of his beer before walking away from the table.
Bear is at the bar with Pens, Wraith and Riddle. It looks like they are talking to him about that bitch, Angel. “Hey, Bear, are you worrying about that worthless niece of yours?” I shout.
He turns, giving me a nod. “I’m her only family now, Breaker, you know this.”
“Yeah, and I know she’s using you. While you keep wiping her ass, she’s never going to grow up. You want help to empty the house ready for listing?” I can see the situation is cutting him up, but you can bet your life that Angel is already planning something, or some way of surviving.
“Got it covered, Breaker, but thanks.” Bear walks toward the stairs where he’s reopened his room. He’s not used it for two years in any full-time way. He lays his head down now and again when he’s had too much to drink, but now he’s moved in to use it permanently.
Saddle stands and puts his phone into his cut pocket. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’m ready to go home to Bri.”
“Yeah, I’m ready to go home to Marcia too.” Bank takes his empty beer bottle along with ours to the bar and gives the prospect a nod.
Climbing on my hog, I fire her up and follow Bank out of the compound. Saddle is behind me, and the three of us roar down the road enjoying the evening air.
Back at the clubhouse this morning I’m still wondering how we are going to get any information out of Bri and Marcia. They are still talking together about how to find Carrie-Anne, and they still have to speak to Molly. Last night they were so tight-lipped I was impressed. Under interrogation, I’m sure the fuckers would say nothing.
In my club room, I check the bathroom, and it’s not cleaned properly again. I’m going to speak with Pattie, and if she can’t sort out the problem with the club girls not cleaning as they should I’m going to take it further.
Where the fuck is my hoodie? I empty my dresser, wardrobe and even the laundry basket. It’s not anywhere in sight. I even looked under the fuckin’ bed!
Taking my phone from the bedside table, I texted Pattie.
Breaker: Get to my room. I have a problem for you to sort out.
Pattie: I’ll be with you in two minutes.
Looking at the messages, I cringe because this could be misconstrued, and I’m not having my balls being placed in anyone’s fucking purse.
Breaker: It’s about the mess and missing clothing!
Pattie: OK.
