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  “Um”

  “What else did you do?”

  “I was still pissed,” I tell her.

  “Scythe”

  “I may have rubbed Bliss in her face and taken her back to my room.”

  “Scythe! Why?”

  “Cause I'm a fuckin’ idiot,” I tell her lookin’ around to make sure no one else is listenin’ to our conversation.

  “You are! What did she say before she left?”

  “She wanted to know if I fucked Bliss.”

  “Did you?”

  “No”

  “No!” she gives me the ‘sure you didn’t’ look all women have

  “Well, she sucked me off, but that's it, I didn't fuck her” Niya throws her hands up.

  “You men are so fucking dumb” I step back the shocked look on my face.

  “What?”

  “You swore” she rolls her eyes at me.

  “Scythe just give it time, Widow will come around eventually.”

  “That's it, that's your sage advice.”

  “Yes, women need time to think things through, just don't fuck any of the whores in the meantime, if she's the one then save it just for her” I smile.

  “What?”

  “You’re the second person to tell me that”

  “Then it must be good advice.”

  “Yeah, it must be,” I say as she punches me in the stomach.

  “Asshole,” she says, and I laugh louder.

  “Three swear words in one day that must be a record” I yell out to her, and she gives me the finger, and I laugh louder, getting back to punchin’ the bag that I'm imagining is Magic.

  ****

  Widow Maker

  As I sit in the chair in the room the two fucks who stole the Kings money are in Doc stitches me up, dad watching me the whole time as Doc sews my skin back together. “Do ya think it's gonna scar?” I ask him as I watch the needle pierce my skin over and over.

  “Just a small one, you won't even notice it.”

  “Good, gotta look good for summer,” I tell Doc, but he looks at me smiling but shakes his head at me.

  “You’re the only one who can make a joke out of being shot or stabbed.”

  “What else do you want me to do cry like a little bitch? I'm not Hawk Doc!” I look over to Hawk, who's standing next to Preacher, and he gives me the finger. I pretend to be shocked dad growls at me (that's all men seem to do these days is growl at me) I smile as Doc puts the bandage over my wound, I move my arm, but there’s a sharp pain, and I hiss through my teeth

  “Your jaws not broken and your neck will look worse tomorrow, but nothings damaged.”

  “I need to put your arm in a sling.”

  “How am I gonna ride my bike?”

  “You can't.”

  “Doc!”

  “No, Doctor's orders, you'll ride back to Coral City in the van, and one of the Prospects will ride your bike.”

  “Doc Brother dude please.”

  “No!” he says, and I sit back sort of glad because my arm is killing me, my head busting and my throat a little raw. I turn as Preacher, and all the others stare down the two sitting on the bed the Jake guy with a bloody nose

  “So! Where's the money?” Preacher asks, looking at the kid, but he doesn’t say anything, Magic punches the guy again, and the girl screams, “I said where's the money, the Five-Mill you stole from the Kings” the kid still says nothing.

  “Boss we gotta move,” Boogie says

  “Neo” Preacher says, and I look to Neo who has the guy's laptop open, and he's typing away fast.

  “It's gonna take time boss.”

  “Then we move, take them in the van gag 'em so they can't talk, Cheshire you take Widow's bike did you load up the others.”

  “Yeah, boss checked them too no trackers.”

  “Good, let’s get movin’ before Stoney misses his boys” It takes a while to get back to get back to Coral City the girl cried most of the time leaning on the guy's shoulder, I watch Cheshire ride my bike in front of us, and I kick the dash.

  “Wow Widow! Don't kick my girl like that” Rex says, and I look at him.

  “It's a van Rex don't be a dick.”

  “It's more than a van Widow; this machine is support for the guys. It's transport for the wounded and hostages, and other stuff. She's loaded with guns and ammo for the guys if they need it, she works hard, and I treat her good puttin’ the expensive fuel in her checkin’ her engine rotating her tires makin’ sure she's in tip-top shape for when the guys need her. I roll my eyes at him.

  “Rex you’re an idiot,” I tell him, and he laughs as my stomach rumbles.

  “Hungry?” he asks me.

  “Yeah,” he flips the seat in the middle of us up, and there's a mini fridge with drinks and a small box full of snacks I look at his smiling dumb face.

  “You’re the one we should be calling Cheshire,” I tell him and he laughs as I reach for a coke and a bag of chips. As we pull into the compound I notice Razor Nash Preacher and dad talking, Rex pulls up to them, and I get out.

  “Thanks, Rex,” I say, and he looks at me smiling again.

  “No prob Widow” I look at the two in the back the girl has tears running down her cheeks, and the guy's nose is still bleeding their arms and feet tied, I look at the Jake guy.

  “Just tell them what they want to know, and you'll be out of here, don't make this harder than it has to be.” I step back and make my way inside, I look around but Scythe's nowhere to be seen but Niya Lilly Tink and their men are all here. Niya comes over when she sees my shirt all bloody, and my face and neck all bruised

  “Oh my god Widow! Are you ok?” she asked concern on her face, I smile but hide the pain.

  “All good,” I tell her, my voice a little raspy.

  “What happened?” Colt asks

  “Nothing much, couple of stab wounds they'll heal in no time,” I tell him

  “You were stabbed,” Lilly asks shocked.

  “Yeah, but it's all good Doc said I'll be bikini ready for summer,” I say, trying to lighten the mood, but they all frown at me.

  “Are you sure you’re ok?” Niya asks, and I look at all the women smiling, a nice warm feeling making me heat up (I think the pain pills are kicking in)

  “I'm good,” I say as Niya pats my arm, “I promise” I look at Tink with her huge belly and a tear in her eye “I'm fine,” I tell them and they all nod.

  “Are you hungry” my stomach growls, and they smile.

  “Just a little bit,” I tell them.

  “Come on,” Niya says, and I follow all the women into the kitchen where Maggie is feeding little Logan.

  “Sit,” Lilly says as Niya and Tink sit on the other side of the table to me Maggie staring at me.

  “He, look as bad as you,” she asks me.

  “Not anymore,” I tell her, and she nods.

  “Good” the women all fuss over me making me food and helping me cut the meat, it's three of my mother’s all fussing and I smile, I like these women.

  “What happened?” they ask and I know I'm going to say those two words that piss every woman off.

  “Club...”

  “Business,” all four of them say, and I smile.

  “Yeah”

  “What's it like being one of the guys,” Tink asks me, and I look at her for a little thing I can definitely see a little rebel in her

  “It's all shits and giggles until someone gets stabbed,” I say, and they all look at each other not sure if they should laugh or cry luckily, they all laugh.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Scythe

  I'm sittin’ in Pink Slip with Cookie when my phone beeps.

  'the Oregon Chapter back' I frown at my phone and Cookie looks at me.

  “What?” he asks

  “The Oregon Chapter just came back.”

  “Why?”

  “No idea.”

  “Well! Who text you?”

  “Stryker”

  “What'd,
he say?”

  “That they were back.”

  “Well text him back and ask why.”

  “Why?”

  “I don't know just do it” I roll my eyes at him.

  'why they back.'

  ‘Widow's hurt’ fucker couldn't have said that first, I jump off my seat runnin' to the door and out to my bike.

  “What the fuck?” Cookie yells

  “Widow's hurt.”

  “Fuck lets go” I run every light and exceed the speed limit well over two times and get back to the clubhouse in no time at all and see the boys pull two people out of the back of the van into one of the demountable.

  “What the fuck do you think that is?”

  “I don't give a fuck” I walk inside seein' Stryker, he points towards the kitchen and I walk in seein' her sittin’ with all the women laughin’’’ her arm in a sling and her shirt covered in blood.

  “What the hell happened?” I ask her, and everyone turns to stare at me, but I'm only lookin’ at Widow, she rolls her eyes at me, her face swollen, and she has bruising around her throat and her arms in a sling

  “Don't go all caveman on me?” she says as I nod for all the women to leave, everythin’ in me is screamin’ at me to grab her and shake her hard and paddle the fuck out of her ass, but the thought of seein’ her in pain makes me feel sick. I stand their folded arms leanin' on the door.

  “What happened?” I ask her again

  “Club Business,” she says, and I grind my teeth together.

  “Club Business” I repeat calmly, even though my insides are churnin’ with fire.

  “Yep,” she says poppin’ the p at the end.

  “You do remember I'm a Brother right.”

  “I know,” she says sittin’ back, and I see a slight change in her eyes tellin’ me she hurtin’.

  “Then,” I say

  “If Preacher wanted your club to know, then I'm sure Razor will tell your club soon enough.”

  “Don't be a fuckin’ smart-ass Widow! What the fuck happened?” she stands up swayin' a bit, and I go to reach for her, but she puts her hand up to stop me.

  “Look, just because I sucked your dick doesn’t mean shit, so just fuckin’ drop it,” she storms past me, I grab the plate that was sittin’ on the table and throw it at the wall as it smashes into thousands of pieces.

  “FUCK!!” I yell and start pacin’, my mind runnin’ a hundred miles an hour and then Magic's face pops into my mind. Where the fuck was he when someone tryin’ to kill my woman, I storm back out lookin' to kill that son of a bitch. The second I see him I rush him, and we tumble to the floor. Women screamin’ and guys tryin’ to pull me off of him.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?” he yells as Colt and Stryker pull me off of him

  “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU WHEN SHE WAS BEIN STRAGGLED?” I yell reachin' for him again

  “I wasn't fuckin’ with her.”

  “THAN WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?”

  “Don't fuckin’ come at me when you know shit, Widow can look after herself fuckhead?” he says, spitting’ blood on the ground, and I go for him again, but Colt and Stryker hold me back.

  “Who the fuck was with her?”

  “Brother Widow can hold her own,” he says, and I wanna rip his fuckin’ arm off and beat him to death with it.

  “WHO. THE. FUCK. WAS. WITH. HER?” I say again getting’ more fucked off

  “I was,” someone says, and I turn to see Knuckle.

  “What the fuck happened?”

  “Scythe you know I can't tell you that, so pull your fuckin’ shit together man. Widow is fine, she took care of what she had to, so stop fuckin’ actin like she's just some normal chick. She's a Brother, what you want us to watch over her cause she's a woman” I blanch at that word again.

  “No!” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Then stop actin’ like a fuckhead, Widow knows what the fuck she's doin’, and we all trust her with our lives. Just because she's got a pussy doesn’t mean she is one, so stop fuckin’ bein’ one. And if you’re so concerned about her, go and check on her” I go to walk off, but his words, stop me “She ain't gonna answer the door though” I turn to look at him.

  “How the fuck, do you know that?”

  “Because behind closed doors is the only place she can cry,” he whispers, and I stop and head to the bar for a drink. I sit outside of her door listening to her cry; it's not obvious that she is, but I can definitely hear her. Everything in me is tellin’ me to bang down the fuckin’ door and hold her, but I don't I just sit there drinkin’ my Jack and listen to my woman cry herself to sleep.

  ****

  Widow Maker

  I wake to my arm killing me, my cheek aching and my throat sore. I pop one of the pain pills Doc gave me last night, and I head to the bathroom. I don't look in the mirror instead just strip down and let the warm water wash away the dried blood that was still on my body, last night when I came in I just laid down and cried myself to sleep. I know when I'm alone, I can just let all that anger and worry go and let the tears fall, knowing no one can see me. As I wash my hair carefully not to jar my arm, I get out to change the dressing. It's a little red around the two stab wounds, but Doc did a good job at stitching it up. A big purple handprint marks my neck, and I gasp at how dark the marks are. I get dressed, throwing the shirt I was wearing last night into the bin (no blood stain remover will get that out) I dress as carefully as I can and head downstairs to get some breakfast and see if Jake the dumb-fuck gave up the information. I open the door and Scythe falls back onto the floor, hitting his head as the door hits the wall and I look down at him, a bottle of Jack rolls out of his hand “Mornin’” he says looking up at me, and I roll my eyes at him.

  “Did you sleep here all night?” I ask him

  “Yep,” he says as I step over him to go downstairs.

  “Baby stop,” he says, and I stop to look at him as he struggles getting to his feet.

  “Don't baby me Scythe!”

  “Come on give me a break; I slept on the fuckin’ floor for you.”

  “I didn't ask you to.”

  “Well, I would have barged in last night, but I heard you crying” I give him the evil eye.

  “I don't cry.”

  “Baby,” he says, stepping towards me, but I hold up my hand.

  “I said don't call me that” I go to walk away, but he grabs me around the waist, pain radiates through my arm, but I don't show him that it hurts.

  “Widow you don't have to act tough for me” I struggle out of his hold and turn to him.

  “I don't know what the fuck you want Scythe, but just cut the shit out,” he grabs me again, kissing my neck where the purple handprint is

  “I want you Widow” he whispers into my ear, everything is screaming to grab him and let him hold me, but I step back.

  “No Scythe, you don't.”

  “I fuckin’ do!”

  “And if we're together, how we going to make it work,” I ask him, and he looks at me confused.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Are you gonna give up your Cut, cause I sure as shit ain't.”

  “You almost got killed” I laugh at him, and I see his face go red.

  “Scythe we're in a motorcycle club, we live for the danger.”

  “Widow your” I bring my leg back getting ready to kick him in the balls again.

  “Scythe this is our lives.”

  “Not ours, Razor's takin’ the club legit, no more illegal shit baby just happy lives, we could have that together.”

  “All sunshine and roses Hey.”

  “Do you like killin’ people Widow, is that what gets you off” I shake my head at him

  “No! Of course not.”

  “Then what the fuck is it?”

  “Scythe I've worked my ass off for years to be in this club and I've fought fucking hard for this Cut there’s nothing more I want” he pulls me to him and kisses my lips softly.

  “What about a family, a husband a white
picket fence” I laugh.