The door flies open, and brothers pour into the room. Someone slaps the Taser out of my hand, which makes me tut and sigh. Looking up it’s Breaker and ‘Oh, dear,’ he looks a little angry!
CHAPTER 26
*~* Breaker *~*
Storming into the shed and finding those three could be classified as hellish or hilarious. Bri and Marcia were standing innocently, well trying to look innocent, but we all know they were not. Molly, however, was lighting up her stepsister’s ass and had a freaking smile on her face while doing it.
Whack slapped my shoulder once I walked into the clubhouse this morning. Fucking laughing about the sight we had all been met with. “Brother, you’ve got your hands full with that one. But it’s a good job you found her first.” Shaking his head, Whack walked away chuckling, and I’m thinking I was lucky because most women would not have been so happy to get revenge.
Cannon shakes his head before smirking, “I want me a Molly…!” Then, he bursts out laughing as he follows Whack to Whack’s office.
“Don’t we all,” I hear mumbled, and turning to see who said that behind me I watch Wraith walking away. I’m going to have to make sure Molly is nailed down tight or one of these fuckers could jump in and steal her.
“Follow me into town. We’ve got Cobras hiding behind Benson's Shoe Store,” Cannon shouts as he runs through the rec room and out the front door.
Everyone scrambled onto their bikes, pursued Cannon into the town, and then parked in Spellmaster's backyard. He's an amazing guy who served in the special forces, and I suspect he's dealing with some serious PTSD. Although his name is Speller, he goes by Spellmaster, a title that is never questioned by anyone. He allows us to park our hogs in his yard, and he comes along for fun because he gets bored, well that’s what he says.
Spell, as we’ve nicknamed him walks out the backdoor of his home and rubs his hands together. “Okay, brothers, where are we going, and who are we doing?”
Cannon laughs, “We've got ourselves two Cobras to catch.”
Spell frowns, “Come on, let’s get moving.” We all follow behind Cannon and Spell; it must look ridiculous to anyone that sees us.
We'll position ourselves behind the stores and, after spotting the two Cobras the kids on the street told Cannon about, I signal for Griller to trail me to the end of the shops. We'll move to trap the Cobras after that. No escape for these fuckers!
“Oh, fuck!” Griller hisses, and I look where his attention is fixed.
“Fuck is right,” I mumble when I see Spell boldly grabbing hold of one of the Cobras by the scruff of his neck, and then the other as he looks over when his brother screeches with fright. “Fuckin’ pussy,” I mumble, but when Spell smashes their heads together, and they both fall onto the ground unconscious I nod, blink a few times with surprise and admiration, I nudge Griller. “We’ll have to try that, Grill. You know sneak up behind them and grab them.”
“It’s a good move, Breaker, and I reckon we can do that.”
Walking up to Cannon, Paxton, and Spell, I slap Spell on the back. “Fuckin’ good move that, Spell.”
Grunting, he kicks the nearest one to him. “You got a wagon comin?”
“Yeah, one of the prospects will be here with a van in a minute or two.” Cannon kicks the other Cobra that is nearest to him. Paxton who is a quiet brother says nothing, which is what I would expect, and both me and Griller lean on the back of the shop, arms folded, and talk about Molly and her exploits in the shed.
Two hours later, I’m sitting in the clubhouse kitchen drinking a piping hot mug of coffee, and watching a video of Molly getting her cut. I can’t help the grin that crosses my face because Molly’s smile and twirl for the camera is delightful. She’s mine, and she’s staying mine.
“You said that out loud, Breaker,” Griller chuckles. “Maybe you should knock her up; that’d be a way of keeping her grounded with you?”
“Not likely…I like my balls just where they are. She could still leave and take the kid with her. We’ve seen that happen to far too many of the brothers. But you can’t even blame them for walking away. When a brother is free with his cock it’s not going to take long for his woman to walk away. If our woman did it we’d be dumping the bitch let’s be honest.”
Griller nods. “Yeah, that’s true. I’d never cheat on my woman. I don’t like to see it. When Markus cheated on his wife, I remember the look on her face when she walked out of his club room after catching him fucking that club bunny. I would never want to cause that. It was true devastation.”
“Oh, I remember that. What happened to them both?” I don’t remember as he was a manager at one of our last strip joints, and she worked at the hair salon.
“He was got rid of because the club policy at the strip joint was not fraternizing while on club property, or with an employee of the company, in other words one of the strippers. The bunny was working at the joint for extra money, so she was employed. He was ditched, she was ditched, and the wife packed up her stuff and left town. Last I heard she divorced him, and she moved to Canada with a man she met.” Griller rubs his chin. “Think he got into drinking too much when he realized he lost the best thing to happen to him. No idea where he is now.”
Pattie rushes into the kitchen, gaining everyone's attention when she screams. “I DID IT, I PASSED…!”
“Passed what?” Griller asks with a frown.
“My courses. I passed them both. I can now do marketing and web design and know what I’m doing.” Pattie puffs her chest out and beams with pride and excitement.
“Well done, Pattie.” I step over to her and give her a hug. “That’s great news. Let Pres know, and he’ll be wanting you to get working for the club businesses I’m sure.”
After freshening up in my room, I head downstairs to Whack’s office. Pushing open the door I ask. “Do you need me for anything, Pres?”
