Page 9 of Mav

“Hi, Mav.”

Looking to my right where I heard the greeting, I give a broad smile as Kenzie walks up to me. Now, my cousin is one hell of a woman and I’m more than happy she is with Jig. They are a great couple, and I think they are going to have a huge family from theway they’ve been talking. The size of the house Jig is having built says they are aiming for more than one or two kids.

“Hi, Kenz. How you doing? You too, Jig,” I best not leave him out of my saying hi, or he’ll be throwing a tantrum, I’m sure.

“What’s going on? Why are these women screaming?”

“Well, Colton and Fist are having a throw-down with those two assholes. They are not going to be much good when this has finished. That one…” as I point to the one Colton has a stranglehold on, “has a broken nose which has been pummeled, so he’s gonna need some plastic surgery to fix that. The other one Fist is beating on is that one’s friend, and if you look closely, I think Fist just busted his arm.”

Kenzie is frowning as she turns to Jig, “Why don’t you and Mav stop the fighting or take it outside, and I’ll shut up these damn screamers.”

Not waiting for our agreement Kenzie rushes over to the table of women and bellows, “SHUT THE HELL UP!” Much to my surprise they actually do shut up, look at Kenz as though she is crazy. When one opens her mouth to scream again, Kenz moves fast and she has her finger nearly poking the woman’s eye out. I can’t hear what she’s saying now, but the woman steps back while all the color drains from her face.

Jig helps drag the two assholes outside and I stay as I am, again looking over my shoulder when Helen speaks. “Boy, there is never a dull moment here.”

She could be right, I’m thinking. But I’m not interested in sticking around for more fun. After the two were taken outside it’s a bust on finding anyone doing anything untoward tonight. Iwarn Helen to watch for anything shady, and when she agrees, I give her a nod before giving Kenzie a wave as I leave.

CHAPTER FIVE

-:- BLAKE -:-

Today I am going for my interview for the cleaning position. I’m good at cleaning because I’ve done more than enough of it over the years. I take out the letters, receipts and list of how much I have to finish paying before I’m debt-free. Placing them on the kitchen table, I take a seat and for a few minutes stare at the things in front of me.

Sitting with a glass of water that I’ve taken from the tap before sitting at the table, I lament that it’s not a nice bottle from the fridge. I have no more of my favorite bottled water left, so beggars, as they say, cannot be choosers, and have to be satisfied with what they can get their hands on.

Looking at the three statements for the debts Stefan created in my name, I see one I’ve nearly paid to completion. Two more payments and that one will be finished. The next one I’m looking at as I scribble figures on a notepad, I estimate if I pay what I’ll save on the first one, along with what I pay now, I can have this one paid in full in ten months. The third one will take me probably two years!

If I can get this second job, I will use the entire salary on these debts. It will be such a relief when I am clear of all the mess Stefan left. Four years and I’ve been living on peanuts while throwing every cent I can to get things paid. I’ve also the mortgage on the house Yax lives in, and it is coming to the point she either pays me rent on a lease agreement, or she’ll have to move out so I can sell it.

I’m happy as I can be that things are all paid in full for this month. My utilities are paid, and I’m thankful that I had taken insurance on both mine and Stefan’s lives to cover the mortgage on the house I live in. The only thing that has saved me in a lot of ways, is the fact that I don’t have a mortgage on this house anymore.

Noticing the time, I quickly get ready to walk into town for my interview. Ten minutes later, I lock the door and start walking, to only be stopped by one of my elderly neighbors.

“Hi, Blake. How are you?”

“Good morning, Bitty. I’m good, thank you, and yourself?” I ask. Now I like Bitty, but she is friends with a couple of other ladies that I’m going to describe asbat shit crazy.

“I’m good. I am thinking of selling my place because I’m hardly here anymore. Oh, what was that awful Yax woman doing hanging around outside your house yesterday?”

That has taken me by surprise, because I didn’t know Bitty knew Yax, and I sure didn’t know that Yax had been hanging around the house yesterday. “Well, you know the story with her and her son, Franklin. She seems to have it in her head that I am responsible for paying for her son’s upkeep.”

Bitty laughs before shocking me and spitting on the ground. “That’s what I think about that awful woman. You know she has a man living with her in that house you own, don’t you?”

“No, I did not, but thank you for telling me. That is very interesting.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll keep my ears to the ground, and you know I have friends all over town. We watch out for each other, now that we are older. Of course, I have a whole MC at my back.”

I giggle at the look on Bitty’s face, because anyone would think she was the Queen of England the way she is puffing out her chest, lifting her chin and looking mighty regal.

“I have to run, Bitty. I’m going for an interview.”

“Where at?” Bitty asks before I can move away from her.

“The cleaning company, you know, Helping Hands,” I reply as I start to walk backwards, hoping she sees I have to get moving.

“You tell them Bitty said that you are under my wing. If Heather is there for your interview, you tell her she’ll be eating rocks if she doesn’t employ you.”

“Oh, okay, will do. Thanks, Bitty.” I turn and start to speed walk because I have to make up time, or I’ll be late and that would be a terrible impression to give.

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