“I’ve fucked up, and I don’t know how to fix it,” Fury snarls.
Ah, so this is still about Jamie. “Fury, you knew what you were doing when you went with Floss and I suppose the others, so you can only blame yourself. Jamie is a great woman, and you were lucky to have her. I’m not sure you can come back from this. You know she’s gone away for two weeks don’t you?”
“No!” Fury throws his hand up and grabs his hair, gripping it tightly. “Fuck, fuck!”
“Calm yourself, brother. You need to take a good look at yourself. You either want Jamie or you don’t. Stop playing her like you canpick her up and drop her when you feel like it. She works hard, runs her practice and helps us when needed. She took on Molly, trusting that I knew things would be okay. Prove to her you are worth the risk now, after all you’ve put her through.”
A loud whistle gets our attention, and turning to look at the clubhouse Griller is standing at the door waving us inside. “Church!” he shouts, and we quickly make our way inside.
“Okay, let’s get this shit talked about,” Whack states as soon as the door to church closes. “Para has contacted me. You all know we have a truce at this time. It’s not an easy truce, but it is one, and one that I hope we can keep. We all know Para has been unreliable, and as his name states a parasite wherever he went. I have had Paxton watching their clubhouse and doing what he does best to gain information. It seems Para has taken a step away from being a piece of shit and has cleaned the club up since our last fracas with them.”
“What did he want, Pres?” Chips asks.
Whack rubs his neck. “He has come across some information about a senator's son. This son is and has been for two years trafficking. The information Para has is that the son is moving his operation over this way because he can’t take more girls off the street where he is, as it’s becoming noticeable something is going on. Even the cops have upped patrols.”
The room erupts into chaos because none of us want that happening in our territory. Bandit’s sister was trafficked, and when we eventually found her she was a shell of a person. Although she was out she was trapped in her mind, and after a while she shot and killed herself. She left a note for Bandit saying she loved him but couldn’t carry on.
“None of us will sit and watch this happen in our territory. We’ll tear them apart and feed them all to the wild hogs. I’d be happy to chop the fuckers up or feed them into a furnace,” I state while looking around for everyone’s reaction.
“I’ve already spoken to Mr. Bentley and informed him of what is happening and what could happen. He’s happy to use the furnace for whatever we need, after hours of course,” Whack informs us.
Mr. Bentley is the funeral home owner, and for him to offer the use of the furnace says he’s with us on the trafficking issue. Looking at Pres, I make a suggestion. “How about we start our own funeral place, you know the furnace part? It could come in handy, and its extra cash for the MC.”
Mumbles are flowing, and most are for it, but I smirk when Bear states loudly. “I’m not chopping up bodies, or burning corpses. I’ll kill them; you clean up.” Brothers break out laughing, and it eases the tension somewhat. Even Bandit has a small smile on his face.
“I’ll look into it because there have to be a lot of rules involved with it being human remains. Or how about we do a pet cremation service? That may be better.” Bull rubs his thumb and forefinger on his chin, and we all nod that he may have a point.
“Get the information, then come back with it,” Whack says, then continues. “I want you all to get any sources you can on the job of watching and listening. We need every pair of eyes and ears we can get to be ready for these fuckers hitting our territory. As soon as they do, we take them out fast and clean.” Whack is a mean fucker when he needs to be, and this is a time we need to be.
Walking out of church, I have a feeling that some form of shit is going to happen, and maybe Ghost is going to be handy for thisparticular problem? I’ll suggest that to Pres when he comes out of church.
I wait around the rec room for Whack to appear, and when he does, I follow him into his office, close the door and tell him Ghost could be an asset with this problem. Why not use his skills to prove he’s suitable to join the MC.
After considering it for a while, Whack’s smiles. “That’s a good idea. I’ll speak to him, and I’ll send Riddle with him. Time he learned a bit more than washing vehicles and running errands.”
I find Ghost and send him to Whacks office, then make myself a mug of coffee and wait for what orders I’m going to be given. Looking around the clubhouse, I’m imagining what Molly and the other two are planning for the wedding. I can’t wait to make her my wife, and I’m one lucky fucker to have got kidnapped and find someone like Molly kidnapped too.
CHAPTER 33
*~* Molly *~*
We have a week until the wedding, and we need to complete all the plans. I’m pleased we have had no issues at the practice since Jamie went on vacation two days ago. I will miss seeing her bustling around because she is such a life force at the place that everyone is drawn to her.
“Breaker, are you ready? I need to get to the clubhouse and if you are not ready to leave, I’ll meet you there.” I mumble, ‘Men, talk about women taking a long time to get ready. Breaker takes forever.’
“What are you sayin’, babe?”
“Nothing, except come on.” I roll my eyes, grab my purse and walk out of the house. If he doesn’t follow me out I’m going without him.
Squealing with surprise when I’m picked up and carried to Breaker’s hog. “Come on, babe. Let’s get moving.”
Gritting my teeth because I could really go off on a tantrum right now. I’ve waited for forty minutes for him to finish messing around, putting shit in his beard and making sure he looks good. Honestly, the man is vain as all heck. I stand like a child while he places my helmet on my head, kisses my nose and helps me get on behind him once he’s straddled the hog. Honestly, it would be easier just to take myself to the clubhouse. Don’t think I don’t miss the twinkle in his eyes or the slight smirk on his face. I think I’m being played!
Two hours , two coffees, and a cinnamon roll later, I lean back in my seat. I’m at a table I’m sharing in the rec room with Bri and Marcia. We have eventually agreed on what decoration we are having and where we are putting it.
“This is going to be a wow, and you know Breaker is not going to know what hit him. They all think pink lace and stuff like that, but this is going to blow that image out of the water.” Marcia giggles, and I have to admit I’m feeling rather smug.
“So, we meet here Friday afternoon. I’ll get Cannon, Griller, Bank and Vortex to help…”
