Page 23 of Watcher

“My father was married when my mother wedged her way into his life. I guess she made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.” She chuckles and looks up at me. “Then the wicked stepmother wedged her way in. My mother lost her shit, and one day, she was gone.”

“That’s a lot of shit to deal with, Jess.” I put my arms around her and we share a kiss in front of horses that refuse to leave. Holding her hand, we walk back to the porch. I let her go up two steps so that we are eye-to-eye. “The club needs me to make a run this morning with a couple of my brothers. I’ll be heading up to Little Rock.”

“I need to head back to Memphis and see what kind of dumpster fire awaits. Plus, the team has practice tonight. If you get back in time, you should come to watch us practice.”

“I just might do that.”

I let Jessica shower alone, knowing that anything else would only delay me getting to the club. Even I knew pussy wasn’t a good excuse to miss a run. I shower alone as well, and then Jessica and I ride back to the club on my bike. Most bikers won’t admit it, but it feels fucking fantastic to have a woman’s pussy pressed against you on a bike and her arms around your waist. You know her life is in your hands on that bike.

Big Kentucky and Diablo are waiting outside when we arrive. Jessica climbs off before me, and she and Diablo share a hug.

“I have a big surprise for you,” Diablo tells Jessica. She walks back to the picnic table and grabs a leather cut.

Jessica looks as if she might cry, covering her mouth in surprise. “How?”

“I spoke to the old lady who does the club cuts. I told her what we needed, and this is what she gave me this morning.” She shows Jessica the back. Above the center patch, the top rocker, says Sisters of Chaos. The bottom rocker says Memphis, TN. The patch in the center looks like the Brothers of Chaos patch. She turns the cut around.

On the left side of the cut are three patches: Memphis, Original, and Hellcat. On the right side are two patches: President and Original 6.

“I fucking love it!” Jessica says loud enough to get the attention of everyone in the parking lot.

“She’s working on the other five,” Diablo says. “You just have to decide who your other five are first.”

“You! Of course. You’re my Vice-President!” Jessica hugs Diablo again, and I have to step in to break up the little party.

“I gotta run, babe,” I say.

Excited, Jessica slams into my body and throws her arms around me. I glance up at the brothers, and they’re all smiling. Each grabs their dick and makes a fucking motion.

“I’ll call you when I get back to Memphis.” She grabs the cut and leaves, Diablo following behind her on the bike.

“How’d that go?” Towles asks. “She calling you Daddy?”

“She peg you yet?” Diesel asks.

I climb on my bike, ignoring the comedians. “You assholes joining me, or you gonna stand there sucking cock?”

Diesel climbs on his bike and grabs his dick, laughing. He pulls beside me, and the two prospects follow in a van. An hour later, we’re pulling into an alley behind a strip club, meeting a group of thugs associated with the Russian mafia. The men are large and ugly as sin. Diesel drops the bag at the feet of the men and steps away.

The guy in charge looks from Diesel to the bag. He motions a man from behind to come forward and check the bag. He does and finds all guns accounted for. The man in charge grabs the bag and walks away toward a large black SUV.

“Our money,” I say.

The Russian stops and turns. “Not today.”

“Kasparov,” I say. The Prospects exit the van, assault weapons ready for an assault. “We want our money.”

“Tell Beast I’ll be in touch.” Kasparov gets into the SUV and pulls away, leaving behind four men.

The shooting begins, and I find myself diving behind a dumpster. One of the Prospects lies in the road, a bullet in his head. I feel something warm running down my arm and realize I’ve been shot.

“You whole?” Diesel asks from behind the van.

“Yeah, but I’m hit.” I peek around the dumpster and see the Russians reloading.

For some reason, I think about Jessica and last night. I think about her and me this morning. Most of all, I think about what I would lose by taking a bullet to the head. I can’t let her go. I stand and open fire as the Russians raise their guns.

Two of the four Russians go down, and then Diesel emerges from behind the van, distracting the other two. It takes only two more shots to drop the last two Russians.

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