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“No, she already has a broken finger from trying shit with Mav. So, she’ll stay away knowing the MC is onboard with it.” Blake has an odd look on her face, and yeah, you guessed, I had to ask. “What?”

“Mav, he broke her finger?”

“Yeah, she tried it on with him. Touched him with that finger, so he snapped that sucker back and she left him alone after that. You know he’s not going to take any shit from women after the trouble with Sharon, don’t you?”

Ed is grinning, but Blake is still frowning. “What?” I ask again.

“What do you mean the MC is onboard?”

“Look, you are Mav’s woman, you are dating him, which makes you his, and he yours, so hey, anyone messes with you, and the MC will be onboard to sort it out.”

Blake’s eyes round and what she says next has me laughing so hard Ed has to catch me before I fall out of my seat.

“Is this MC a cult?”

“A cult, she says…A cult!” That is what I’m still saying and giggling about when I walk into the clubhouse an hour later.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

-:- MAV -:-

Who would have thought on a Monday morning I’d be sporting a split lip and a sore jaw? Garth is not holding back with this sparring and I’ve got to speed up my dodging maneuvers or I’m going to end up black and blue.

“Come on, Mav, concentrate,” Garth smirks as he jabs for my face once more. “Get your hands up…look forward…tuck in your chin.”

I’m following his instructions and dodging as best I can, but he needs to know that when it’s my turn to go on the attack, I’m gonna do it with as much gusto as I can muster.

Knuckles and Colton are standing on one side of the area where we are sparring. We are using the space we use on Sundays for training with the Ol’ Ladies. Thankfully, most of the brothers are at work and not watching this shit show go down.

“Watch my face,” I snarl. “I’m trying to stay pretty to get my woman. The last thing I need is to turn up with a black eye.” Garth smirks, then chuckles, and if he smirks one more damn time, I’m really gonna pummel his ass into the ground.

“You have an ugly mug, so it’s not going to be pretty at any time of the day or night,” Garth replies, and that’s it, I’ve had enough.

I go on the attack, and swing one, two, dodge, drop one leg to a knee, sweep out his legs with the other and wham, he goes down and I’m on him before he can recover.

Before I can punch him over three times, Knuckles is grabbing one of my arms and Colton the other. “That’s enough, lover boy. Hannah wants her man back tonight in one piece,” Knuckles laughs.

“You did well, Mav. But you have to stay alert, keep your eye on the man. You are not as zeroed in on your target as you need to be. These fuckers are not playing. They want to murder anyone that walks into that damn cage. Remember, it’s not a ring anymore, it’s a fucking cage that they lock you into until one of you is not breathing anymore.” Garth is giving me a look that says he’s worried I’m not ready for my fight.

“When are you going to become a brother, Garth? It’s time. You know that, don’t you?” Yeah, I’m being an asshole asking this while we are busy here.

Garth stands looking at me with a serious expression on his face, before looking at Knuckles and Colton. “If I become a brother, do I stay as I am, working doors and having time with Hannah?”

“Yeah. We are not at war with other clubs. We don’t run dirty shit, or get involved in anything we shouldn’t. We don’t need to do any of that as we have our own businesses and they are all earning a profit and giving us all a good living.” I stand with my hands on my thighs, looking up at Garth as I catch my breath.

“Okay, put my name forward and see if the other brothers want me in. I like the brotherhood I’ve seen, and I miss that, as most of you will relate. I want to spend time with Hannah, make a family with her, but also need a purpose in the day-to-day of things.” Garth at last is giving us an insight into how he feels.

“We all roll from TJs to Club Whisky, and run any kind of body-guarding shit we need.”

"Like you going to kindergarten, you mean?" Garth laughs.

"Yeah, just like that." Colton steps forward grinning right before launching himself forward, and wrapping an arm around Garth’s neck, trying to take him down. But, Garth flips him and has him down on his back, arm across his neck and tut-tutting at him. “Fuck’s sake, Garth, you gotta teach me some of these moves.”

Knuckles shakes his head before walking toward the clubhouse, shouting over his shoulder, “It’s lunchtime.”

You can bet we all scamper to the kitchen because we all saw Meat prepping his ribs this morning, and he’s going to be giving them out as a lunchtime treat, I’m sure.

Sitting in the kitchen, the table has a large plate of ribs in the center and we four are all grabbing one after another. Maybe Meat is a menace around here at times, but I’d suffer him anytime, just for the fact he can cook better than anyone else I know.

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