Page 57 of Mav

“I’ll deal with Yax from this point. She needs to know this is her last warning, the same as Sharon had hers. We are not fucking around with her any longer. She messed with your husband, and has messed with you. That, for me, is the end of this shit. I’ll speak with Ed about the house she was in too, see if he’ll allow me to get it done and push the realtor to get it sold. Will that be okay with you?”

Hu-hmis all I hear before I listen to her small snores. Yeah, my girl is gone. She’s out cold. I kiss the top of her head before making sure I’m tightly wrapped around her, and sleep takes me.

I’m up bright and early, and considering the late night I had, it’s a wonder. But I leave a note on the table before heading out. I quickly make my way to the Coffee House, and fill Liam in onwhy Blake will be late to work, and yeah I’m sure she’s gonna be pissed, but it is what it is.

Walking into the clubhouse, I wave to Wings, who follows me from the common room into the kitchen. I grab a mug of coffee and after taking a large swig I check who is near to us before asking, “You up for getting Yax out of here, and I mean, this will be the last time she’s seen one way or another. I don’t care which way, either.”

“Yeah, I’m in. Chaos slept here last night, so he’ll be up for it, too.” Wings turns at the same time as me when we hear a loud grunt. “You in too, Meat?” Wings asks, and with another grunt and chin lift, we know he’s up for it. When he grabs two cleavers from his ‘Meat Only’ cabinet we high-five each other and I finish my coffee while Wings goes to find Chaos.

Chaos arrives fifteen minutes later, and just as we are heading out, Axel shouts, “You four. Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to. Take the bitch and get rid of her. But be back to take the three assholes to Nell’s and be ready to do a retrieval mission. I want Milanas in the shed before evening meal.”

Meat grunts. Chaos chuckles. Wings states, ‘Yes Pres.’ Me, I keep quiet as I know that we have no option but to do as our President tells us. Now taking those three to Nell is our pleasure, because whoever wants to traffic, rape, or any other nasty shit to a young woman deserves no leniency in my book.

After retrieving Yax, who is tied up like a turkey for Thanksgiving we head out of town. The truck bed has Yax bouncing around over every pot hole or bump we can find in the road. She can’t climb out as she’s so tied up she can’t even turn onto her side. She’s sure gonna have a sore back when this is over.

We travel an hour before pulling over and into a field. One that has more than enough trees to cover what will happen if this bitch refuses to leave and never be seen again.

Dragging her out of the truck bed, we untie her and take the gag out of her mouth, but before she can start spouting bullshit, Chaos is in her face. Now, I mean nearly nose-to-nose, and he looks vicious.

“Now, you listen up, bitch. You have two choices and two only. One, you take your skanky, nasty ass out of our state and stay out, because if this is your choice and you come back, you are dead. Two, you die here and now and we bury you. Those are your choices, so what’s it to be?” Chaos isn’t fooling around.

When she opens her mouth to spout crap, Meat slams his cleaver down. Right through her shoe and takes off her littlest toe. She screams like a banshee for sure, but what has me smirking is Wings who steps forward and hands Chaos the cigarette lighter from the truck, glowing nice and red.

She howls even louder when Chaos plants that sucker on her toe stub to cauterize the bleeding. “You making your choice yet?” He asks, and we all wait for the reply we know she’ll give.

“Yes, I’ll leave.” She’s still whimpering, but not one of us gives a shit.

“And?” Chaos pushes.

Yax looks him right in the eye, but it’s not with any form of challenge. She’s letting him see her sincerity. “Yes, I’ll leave and never come back.”

Meat grunts, which has Yax jump nearly out of her skin, much to Wings amusement. We three turn back to the truck, and Chaosthrows her back into the truck bed, points at her and snarls, “We’ll drop you at the bus depot, then you are gone.”

We don’t hang around once Chaos jumps into the truck. We head right to the nearest bus depot, and watch her limp onto it, ready for departure. We wait the thirty-five minutes after we’ve purchased her ticket for the bus to leave, then we hightail it back to town and the clubhouse feeling more than a little pleased with ourselves.

Pushing the last of a toasted cheese into my mouth, I look at my phone as it vibrates on the table. Seeing Ed’s name, I look quickly in case something is wrong with Blake.

Ed: Can you make sure the house Yax was living in is finished being cleaned, and check the realtor has a buyer. We need this place gone before it stresses Blake out.

Mav: Yeah, I can do that, PawPaw.

Ed: I’m not your fucking PawPaw, asshole.

Chuckling to myself because I knew that would get the old goat going. I’ll call him that in the future just to get a reaction out of him. But as long as he watches out for Blake, I’m more than happy with him not liking me much.

Finding Heather's number, I hit the call button and wait.

“Hi, Mav, what’s up?” Heather asks quickly as she takes my call.

“Will Blake's house be ready for the realtor this week?”

Heather sighs but replies, “It will be cleared and clean by Friday, and the realtor already has someone interested in the place. But you need to get the yard tidied up. My people have removedall the garbage, it just needs to be made respectable. I asked Hammer, but he’s not sent anyone yet.”

“Okay, I’ll chase up Hammer, and you get the place done and sold if you can. I want it gone so Blake can step away from it.”

“I’ll do my best, Mav.” Heather has left the conversation before I can say thanks, but I shrug and grab another toasted cheese.

Mav: Can you make sure the yard is done by the weekend at Blake’s place, Hammer? I want it done so we can get it sold and off our hands.

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