Page 59 of Mav

“Clean up by bagging and sending to Nell for the gators to snack on,” Axel calmly states and walks down the compound back to the clubhouse as though he’s not been torturing someone.

Meat steps out next and that fucker is humming under his breath. Not sure what the heck it is, but it’s a jaunty tune. Looking at him he’s as bright as a button, and not showing any of the PTSD signs we’ve seen in the past. Star appears from nowhere and throws herself into Meat’s arms, clinging to him like a spider monkey, kissing his face before slamming her lips on his, too much for me and as I’m about to step inside the shed BS says ‘wait’.

BS stands in front of me looking into the shed doorway, but we can’t see anything from here so I turn my head to look at him, and see why we are waiting around. “Look, this is not going to be pretty. Why don’t I clean up with Buzz, Wings and Drag who are still inside. They may have most of it cleared away now. Take off and we’ll deal with this.”

Beer, Knuckles and TwoCents all nod in agreement so I sigh and nod too. Whatever happened in the shed will stay in the shed, we all know the score on that. I’m just happy to know the fucker is taken care of, but if it’s a bag it up job then it’s likely there isn’t much of Milanas to be seen anyway.

“Come on, Mav, let’s go have a coffee and grab one of the cookies that Bitty and Sybil have been hiding in the pantry,” Knuckles slaps my shoulder hard enough that I take two steps forward, but I follow him down the compound to the clubhouse kitchen, with Beer, and TwoCents right behind me.

Before we reach the kitchen door a commotion starts at the front of the clubhouse. Walking around the side of the building we all four come to a stop when we see Vitale and Axel nose-to-nose once more.

Vitale has no idea that Axel is already on a high from his overnight spree in the shed, so we all edge nearer getting ready to grab Axel because if he kills Vitale we’ll have a mafia war on our hands, and we can’t win that no matter how much fighting experience we have. The Vitale Mafia have us outnumbered by more than ten to one, and Vitale’s second in command will want as much retribution as he can get.

“I don’t know how you got the fucker, but I want him back, and I want him back now,” Vitale shouts at Axel.

Oh, fuck…I can see it, please don’t do it Axel I’m thinking. But I close my eyes when he takes out his phone and mumbles something to whoever he’s speaking to.

Five minutes later after the tension in the air is so great I feel like putting a bullet in my own head, Buzz, BS, Wings and Drag saunter past carrying black garbage bags and throw them at Vitale’s feet.

Motherfucking fuck!! Yeah, he did it, he’s given Vitale exactly what he asked for. He’s given him Milanas in pieces in garbage bags.

Before Vitale can respond a vehicle drives into the compound, causing dust to fly when he comes to a grinding halt. Nell along with Graham and Tank jump out of the vehicle and Nell storms over to Vitale prodding his chest with her finger. I’m not sure what she’s saying to him but she has her teeth clenched together and Vitale leans down closer so he can hear what she’s saying.

Graham is standing near, but not too close. He knows the consequences of Nell’s temper, the same as Tank who is also staying back, but close enough he can surge forward if needed.

“Deal.” Vitale points at two of his men and the garbage bags, which are quickly thrown into the bag of their Escalade. Grinning like a fool Vitale jumps into the vehicle, winks at Nell and leaves the compound.

Nell however whirls around and points at Axel, “I don’t give a shit you are President of this place…you owe me big and I will collect. Oh, you can buy me a fucking trike as part payment of the debt you owe.”

Now, Axel grins but gives Nell a slight nod before turning and walking inside the clubhouse. I’m standing here looking like afool, with my mouth probably hanging open. “You lot need to make sure not a single thing is going to come back on you, and you all owe me so don’t think just because I called out your President I’m not calling you all out too.” Nell grabs Tanks arm and near enough drags him to the vehicle, but Graham stays where he is with a grin on his face like a fool. “Oh, and you think it’s so funny Graham? Find your own way home.”

We all, including Graham watch Nell drive out of the compound. Graham throws his head back laughing. “Someone needs to give me ride. But boy this is gonna be fun to stand back and watch.”

“What is?” TwoCents asks.

“Vitale got himself another date,” Graham laughs some more and I have to admit I do chuckle at that comment.

Walking inside the front doors of the clubhouse and through the common room, we all make our way to the kitchen where Axel is sitting calmly eating pancakes with syrup and fresh fruit. Nobody would guess what he had been doing all the hours previously. Buzz, Drag and Wings take a seat with him, and I stay back because honestly, I don’t want to get involved in whatever shit may happen.

“What happened with the others?” Axel asks Graham, which surprises me as this is usually a conversation had in church or his office where women can’t see or hear any of it.

“The usual, but it was a quick clean. Vitale wanted it all gone, nothing left to chance. He did take some with him as he is going to see if they are worthy of being foot soldiers. But you know most those were dragged into it to save their family members. Innocent of any crime until the fucker entered their lives. It’s a good day in hell is all I say. But you have nothing to worry about,Axel.” Graham grabs a plate from Meat who is cooking up a storm of pancakes.

Looking around I notice the Three Stooges are not in the kitchen and neither is Mia or Jo, who are the usual ones to be hanging around in here. Beer leans over as he must have realized the same thing. “Bet they were sent to the kids’ playroom when Axel came inside.”

Before I can respond Mia storms into the kitchen looking around wildly, spotting me she storms over, “Come on, Mav we’ve got to get to school. The boys have been up to something and I was told they could get expelled.”

Axel busts out laughing, which gets him a filthy look from Mia, and she points at him while snapping, “This is all your fault, they take after you and your crazy foolishness. If you gave my boys your PTSD in their genetics there will be hell to pay.”

Now, we all struggle to keep a straight face at her comment because we know one slip and we’ll be on the receiving end. I’m thinking maybe I’ll stop coming to the clubhouse so much, but Blake is at work so I had no reason to hang around the house this morning. I also had to be here in case I was needed. I am part of the security and muscle of the club at the end of the day. No hiding from the shit shows and drama that happens here, no matter I would like to dodge it at times. But, fuck, some of it is hilarious I have to admit.

Axel walks over to Mia, kissing her thoroughly, which takes the wind out of her sails somewhat, before he slaps her ass, chuckles and walks away with Buzz, Drag and Wings right behind him, giving Mia ‘sorry’ looks.

“Come on, Mav,” Mia murmurs, and I follow her out the back door and to the SUV which has the twin’s seats in the back. Riding along to see what is going on, I turn to give Mia a smile when she asks, “They can’t really expel them can they?”

“I don’t know, Mia,” I have no good vibes to give her because I’ve no idea what power some of these people have. But we are talking kindergarten kids, I mean really, come on, expelling them is a bit over the top.

Standing in the Secretary’s office at the school I have to put the palm of my hand over my mouth because what I am seeing is the funniest damn thing I’ve seen in a long time.

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