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I’m not hanging around and letting go of my cart, I turn again to skedaddle and smack into what feels like a wall. I bounce back and windmill my arms to try to stop myself from falling when I’m grabbed by a pair of strong arms and held against the wall. Slowly looking up I inwardly groan when it’s the man who saved me from falling last time I was around him.

“BLAKE! You are not running again. We had people come to the house…” Yax must realize I’m not on my own when she suddenly stops speaking, and eyes this man from his feet to his face and back again.

“Lady, I know who you are, and what’s going on, and I’m telling you now to fuck off and leave Blake alone. Take your son and your man and get out of town, because give it a few more days and we’ll be having another visit to you, and you’ll not like the visit.” Looking at me, the man winks.

“Blake, we need the house…” Yax again speaks.

“Are you deaf as well as stupid? You’ve had one visit, you do not want another one. Man, take your bitch and get gone. Leave town because I can promise you will not like it if you stay. You have a kid you need to make sure is good, but this bitch isn’t going to help you in any way at all. Get rid of the trash, man, and move on, take your son with you.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” the man curses and grabs Yax by the arm, and drags her along after him. What is sad is watching Franklin with his head down following behind.

“I’m Mav. Not sure if I’ve told you before, but I know you are Blake. You are Bitty’s new daughter, and I’m sure you will be dragged along to the clubhouse soon, where you’ll meet everyone.”

“Um, I’m not sure about that. I don’t have a lot of spare time. But I am thankful that you were here when Yax cornered me again. I keep trying to dodge her, but she seems to be everywhere.”

“Bitty has Yax under control, and I’m sure she’ll have something else up her sleeve, she’ll just pull out like a magician with a rabbit in a hat, to have Yax run out of town. Come Saturday evening, I’ll come pick you up, and we’ll go to Club Whisky, have a drink and something to eat. See you Saturday, babe.”

My mouth must be hanging open at this point. I’ve never been asked out on a date quite like that before, and not sure I’m going to be going either. Babe? I’m not a babe!

CHAPTER TWELVE

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Friday afternoon and I’ve gotten myself a date with the lovely Blake. I left her with her mouth hanging open in shock, but no way am I stupid enough to leave her swinging in the wind with unattached brothers in the MC.

I have a few things to get done today as I’m working the door at TJs tonight. Colton is along with me, but I want to speak to Garth about helping on door duty. He is bored as shit working at the Swap Shop, and nothing much is happening there apart from women walking in and out exchanging or buying stuff.

I’m going to get him into the club as a brother, given time. He’s a great man, and prior military, so an excellent addition to the fold. His wife, Hannah, is a real help at the shop. She works hard although she only works three days a week.

Sentry owns 51% of the shop, and we’ve left him to his own devices as the club owns 39%, and Paisley as a silent partner 10%. It’s worked out well, but I don’t think Garth needs to be standing at the door when I can get him working with us on doors at Club Whisky and TJs, which will earn him more cash. I’m going to visit the shop and speak to him as soon as I get the chance. I’ll need to clear it with Sentry too or I’ll be in trouble for stealing his staff member.

Walking into the playroom, I close the door behind me and give Sybil, Amelia, and Bitty a conspiratorial look. “Okay, tell me all you know about Blake and you don’t need to fill me in on the Yax thing because I know she’s in a house Blake owns. I just don’t know why.”

Bitty gives me a firm look before she speaks. “Blake is a widow. Her husband died in a vehicle accident, but he had what he thought was a son with Yax. He hasn’t, as the son is not his. I had our boy Specs dig and find out if the DNA report was true or not, and surprise me pink, it was not true. So, we are getting rid of Yax, her man and sadly the boy, Franklin. You know most of this, Mav.”

“Yeah, now is Blake seeing anyone? Does she live on her own? Is she naturally accident-prone?”

“Wow…hang fire, Mav,” Amelia gives me a questioning look. “Are you after seeing Blake, like you know, romantically? Because if you are, then you need to get permission from Bitty. She is her mother now, after all.”

“I don’t know about permission, but I’m taking her out on Saturday night to Club Whisky. We are gonna have a meal and I’m going to find out about her. I won’t rush her. I need to know if she has anyone sniffing around, and if she has anything that I need to be aware of.” I’m doing my best to find out all I can so I don’t put my big foot in my mouth at any time.

“Not that I know of, Mav. She is working two jobs. One at the Coffee House, and one for Heather’s cleaning company. She’s a hard worker, has been paying debts she shouldn’t have been, and I’m sure she has been struggling alone.” Bitty sniffs as she shows disgust when she states the last part.

“Okay, so nobody I have to persuade to leave her alone then? That’s good.”

“You treat her right or you’ll have all three of us to answer to.” Amelia taps her cane on the floor, which I’m sure is to make a point.

“Of course I’ll treat her right. Come on, Amelia, since when did I not treat a woman right? Fuck’s sake…” I’m not happy at her comment, but realize I’d cursed when I hear, ‘Fu’s ake.’ Goddammit, I forgot the twins were in here.

The door opens and Mia steps inside, gives me a wide smile, which I return as I quickly slide past her and scoot out, making my escape because I know Hunter is going to drop me right in it.

“Momma, uk’s ake,” I hear as I rush away from the playroom, but I see Axel standing in front of me with his arms folded across his chest. But it’s the shit-eating grin on his face that tells me I’m safe from a tongue-lashing about cursing in front of the boys.

“MAV!”

“You best get to your business, Mav, you know, before Mia catches up with you. I think Meat needs a hand with his extension on the treehouse.” Axel is loving the fact we are all getting into Mia’s bad books of late. I know it’s that she leaves him alone when she is cursing us out. Which is rather hypercritical, but I’m not stupid enough to tell her that.

Walking through the kitchen and outside, I make my way over to the treehouse, where Meat is standing on his walkaround in a roman centurion’s outfit. But the icing if you like, is Star next to him wearing a cherry red stola over a cream tunic. She has a wig on and jewelry that has her looking damn authentic for the period.

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