Page 31 of Fanatic

“Sure as fuck did. I won’t have Grey’s memory or my place disrespected,” I declared.

“Good. Now go take care of Fanatic, those knuckles look bad,” Celt said and gave me a little shove.

“Where’s Danny?” Chance asked.

“Jinx has him,” I replied and smirked when they exchanged glances. “Danny’s perfectly safe with Jinx,” I stated, but half the brothers broke off and disappeared quickly.

“You trust him?” Chance inquired.

“Yup.”

“All the old ladies say the same. Strange. Last time I saw something similar, Calamity landed on Rage.”

“Huh. Jinx and Calamity, that’s funny. Is this your Calamity?” I responded.

“Yeah,” Chance replied, looking thoughtful. “Go clean Fanatic up and make sure he takes some painkillers. He’ll argue, but insist.”

“Okay, Uncle Chance,” I said and headed into the clubhouse. I almost laughed when I saw Fanatic surrounded by the old ladies and desperately searching for an escape route.

“Thalia, get the first aid box. Alice, fetch me a bin and Bunny, can you get Fanatic that drink he likes so much? Kenny, grab me a bowl of water, please,” Clio ordered.

“Clio, I can nurse my own knuckles,” Fanatic said, beleaguered.

“Nonsense, jeez Fanatic, you’ve provided most of us finger-twiddling material,” Clio retorted.

“Given you what?” Fanatic asked as some of the brothers entered. His eyes met mine, and he shrugged.

“In other words, they’re going to disappear and rub one out, female style,” I explained.

Fanatic frowned and then nearly came off the sofa. “I didn’t do shit to any of them!” he squealed in a high-pitched voice. A wicked grin crossed my face when I saw Levi, Pyro, Bear, Shee, and Rooster glaring.

“Bullshit. You’ve made me all hot and sweaty,” Kenny said, signing Fanatic’s death warrant. Rooster’s gaze narrowed further.

“Bull, I haven’t touched her!” Fanatic insisted, leaping to his feet and darting around the back of the sofa.

“Don’t you think I’m attractive?” Kenny demanded, and I choked on a laugh.

Fanatic’s eyes grew wide. You could see him thinking, who did he piss off? Kenny or Rooster?

“Yeah, what are you saying? That we’re not pretty enough for you to touch?” Sallie-Anne inquired.

Shee walked forward, and Fanatic stepped back.

“You’re all beautiful. But not my type. You’re theirs. Yup, perfect for your men, not for me, though. I can admire from afar… that came out wrong. Oh shit! Bear, no!” Fanatic yelled, as Bear lunged for him.

“Wait a damn minute, what’s wrong with us that we’re not your type?” Clio demanded, and I began laughing.

Fanatic’s head was on a swivel, panic all over his face. “Because I’ve suddenly decided I’m asexual. No sex for me. My cock doesn’t work.”

“What the fuck, dude? You can get tablets for that,” Levi exclaimed.

“Nope, they don’t work, not when surrounded by asshole fuckers who want to beat the shit out of me,” Fanatic explained, panicked.

“Guys, lighten up, you’re gonna kill Fanatic with a heart attack,” I said finally.

Fanatic latched onto me as I walked around the sofa. To my amusement, he placed me between him and his brothers. “Willow has a gun and is legally allowed to use it.”

I laughed even harder as the brothers relaxed and the women began giggling.

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