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“My name’s Chaos, and I’ll wait here for Mav and Sheriff Forest to arrive. I was in the shop over there when I got a message asking if anyone was near the Coffee House. Mav got your message and wanted someone here, but, girl, you didn’t need any help.”

We are both watching Sharon writhing around on the ground hugging between her legs. Now, I have to admit I feel sorry, but not sorry enough to not do it again if the need arose. Turning when we hear a bike I see Mav and the Sheriff’s cruiser behind him.

“Here you go, babe, Mav to the rescue,” Chaos chortles as he moves to stay beside Sharon, but allowing Mav to walk over to me once he’s gotten off his bike.

“Are you okay, Blake?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It was over quickly. She isn’t a fighter, she’s all piss and cookies, like in the bottom of a stroller. Your cult person here came by quickly,” My face flushes when I finish speaking, as it’s a long time since I heard that, and it's something one of myold bosses used to say about her daughter, who was a real drama queen.

Sheriff Forest cuffs Sharon and drags her over to the cruiser, throwing her into the back and slamming the door. “Mav, I’ll need you to follow me. Blake, you okay?”

“Yes thank you Sheriff, I’m good.”

“Okay, Chaos, take Blake home, because I need Mav to follow me.” Sheriff Forest quickly walks away to his cruiser and Mav kisses me quickly before following the Sheriff once on his bike.

“Come on, Blake, you are lucky I have the truck. I’ll drop you at your house on my way back to the clubhouse.”

Later that evening, Mav has brought a meal, and we sit in companionable comfort. We talk about our day and then, of course, the mention of Sharon comes up.

“Sharon won’t be a problem again. She’s left town already and been warned if she comes back she’ll be arrested and she won’t have it easy from that point. She’s not a fool, well she may be, but she’s gone. The Sheriff put her on a bus himself and made sure she’s going three states away. He even put a tracker on her phone without her knowing so he can keep his eye on her.” Mav is grinning at the thought.

“I think she’s psycho, to be honest, Mav,” I push my plate away and rub my full stomach. “She wasn’t anywhere near prepared for me to launch myself at her. She called me a whore, and that is something I won't stand for at all.”

“She’s gone now, and I wish I’d never set eyes on her. But let’s put that behind us and move forward. So why are you calling the MC a cult?”

Mav totally takes me by surprise by asking that, and I open and close my mouth a few times before I respond, “Well, you all wear the same jackets, and they all have the same logo thing on them. You mostly all live in the same building, too. I’m not sure what else I’m supposed to think.”

“The jackets as you call them are kuttes, you can look it up on the internet, but many of us call them a cut, you know c.u.t. and not the k.u.t.t.e. Depends on each club what they call them, but they all mean the same thing. It’s showing we are a member, fully paid up so to speak and you’ll see we all have our names on and other things besides. A patch jacket, battle vest or cut-off are other things they can be called.”

“You mean like that Sons of Anarchy thing on the television?” I ask, because now I’m getting nervous.

“Well, it’s the same sort of thing, but we do nothing illegal, or get involved with clubs that are illegal. We are mostly prior military and love the brotherhood, so we find comfort and peace living amongst each other.”

“Oh, that’s not so bad then.” I must show how relieved I feel as he chuckles and then continues explaining.

“The women at the club are mostly Ol’ Ladies, and I don’t mean old as in age, you know, like Bitty, Amelia and Sybil. The Ol’ Ladies of the club are like, and often are the wife of a brother. Like Knuckles and Jo, Forest and Heather, Hammer and Tilly.” Leaning forward, Mav picks up one of my hands and rubs his thumb slowly over it, soothing me as he speaks. “And, hopefully, one day, it’ll be Mav and Blake.”

Now, I sit up straight and look Mav in the eye, not sure if I heard him right, but he gives me a slow nod to say that I had and Imust look like an owl because my eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head. But Mav waits patiently while I mull over what he has said. Then, without even thinking about it, I smile, “Actually, that would be nice. But let’s see where this leads, because we’ve only just started seeing each other.”

“Hey, most of the brothers meet their woman, and that is it. We know immediately she is the one, and we don’t waste time because none of us know how long on this earth we have. I think you are my one and only, and you’ve just got to catch up quickly.” Now the smile he gives me lights up his entire face, and for the life of me, I cannot hold back the smile of appreciation that appears.

My phone rings and seeing it is Heather, I quickly take the call. “Hello, Heather.”

“Blake. I’ve spoken with Bitty, and she said it’s okay to go in and remove everything from the house Yax was living in. Then to clean every inch of the place. I just wanted to verify with you if that’s what you wanted done?”

“Oh, yes, that is good. I was going to speak to you during the week. But, yes, the place needs everything removed, then cleaned before I put it up for sale. Bitty has organized a realtor for her place, so I could use them,” I add to the conversation.

“Alf has a friend who sells property. He is a good realtor. Let me speak to Alf and see if we can get your place up and sold quickly, and I’ll also speak to Bitty about her place.” Heather speaks to someone on her end, but she must cover the speaker to her phone, as all I hear is mumbling. “Let me organize everything, Blake, and I’ll get back to you, and keep you up to date.”

“Okay, thank you.” Before I can say more she’s gone, and looking up at Mav, he is smirking so obviously knows Heather just went without saying goodbye.

The evening quickly passes, and Mav kisses me thoroughly before he leaves, but as he’s leaving, I notice he has mud on his biker boots. That’s odd because I don’t think it has been raining.

-:- Mav -:-

Earlier this evening, before I came for the meal with Blake, I was standing in a farmer’s field watching Sharon digging a hole. Forest is standing at the side of me and we are amused at how slowly she is digging.

“Get digging, Sharon. Because once that grave is dug you’ve got a huge decision to make,” Forest states and folds his arms over his chest, taking an easy stance.

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