“Babe, this is your plan. What do you want?” he asked.
She thought about this a lot in the last twenty-four hours when she realized that she could have whatever she wanted.
“I want him to sign away his rights to the kids, and I want him to sign the divorce papers. I don’t need to do anything to him because if he signs, then he’s no longer a factor in my life. Now, if my man and his friends want to teach Maynard a lesson or two before he’s run out of town, then I’ll let you know that he’s left-handed just in case the lesson starts before he signs the papers,” Rachel said, enjoying the look of disbelief on Maynard’s face.
“I believe we can make that happen,” Gunner said.
“Okay,” Rachel said, tugging Gunner down so she could claim his lips. This man and the way he lit up her body was something she was going to cherish the rest of her life. She pulled away, staring into his eyes.
“Come to our bed when you’re done. I want to wake up beside you before we open the store. I’ll let the kids know tonight that you’ll be staying over,” Rachel said. The smirk on Gunner’s face told her exactly how they’d be celebrating her divorce.
“Okay, Baron’s going to run you home. I want to know you’re safe with the kids,” he said.
She nodded because honestly, what else was she supposed to do when her big, tattooed biker wanted her safe?
She glanced at Maynard, a shudder running through her when she saw he’d already peed his pants. Ugh.
“Maynard, I better never see you again,” Rachel said, taking the arm Baron held out to her.
“Take me home, please,” Rachel said.
“My pleasure, darlin’,” Baron replied.
Gunner waited until he saw Baron and Rachel drive by in her van. He didn’t want any of this to touch his sweet woman, who oozed sunshine. Come to think of it, he didn’t really want any of this to touch the shop or have them clean up before tomorrow.
“Now, what are we going to do with you, Maynard? I’m guessing you’re not going to just sign away your rights to the kids and sign the divorce papers, are you?” Gunner said.
“I want some money,” Maynard said.
“Hey, since obviously he might need some convincing, my wife suggested we use the boxing area in the gym. Concrete is sealed for easy cleanup and they are already closed,” Bear offered.
“Umm, I like that idea. Did your wife also suggest a way to get him there because urine boy isn’t riding on the back of any of our bikes,” Gunner said. They’d parked their bikes down the street at Bluff Creek Ink and gone in the back door of the shop to hide three hours before Maynard had shown up.
“No, shedidn’t,” Bear replied.
“I suppose the town might get irritated if we hooked a rope to his hands and made him run behind our motorcycles until he fell,” Stone said.
“I am so glad Roam had you come to Bluff Creek,” War said, chuckling.
“Maynard’s chariot awaits,” Rascal called from the back of the building.
Gunner had Finn grab one arm while Gunner grabbed the other. Once they had him outside, Gunner chuckled.
Rascal had one of the side-by-sides, but he’d hooked up the deer sled that the club used during deer season.
“I thought we could tie him down in the deer sled,” Rascal said.
“Won’t the deer sled get torn up on the highway?” Finn asked.
“If we head over one street, there’s only Bremerton land between here and our compound. I called Jake and told him we had a little situation. He was more than happy for us to drive across his land,” Rascal said.
“I want to help drive,” Gunner said.
Rascal shook his head. “It’s your right to drive. Lead the way.”
Gunner started the side-by-side while Finn and Ben tied Maynard down. Flick jumped into the front seat and Brody in the back. Gunner gunned the side-by-side. As he drove over the hills and maybe a couple cacti, the screams of bad daddy in the back were music to his ears.
It was almost anticlimactic when he pulled the vehicle into the parking lot of the gym. Maynard was begging to sign the papers.
