Page 26 of Fanatic

“If I were you or Rooster, I’d take the support even though it might hurt my pride, Fanatic. You ending up dead won’t help anyone,” Pyro replied bluntly.

Well, shit, that told me. Apparently, I was a weakling that couldn’t defend myself. “Why don’t you take my balls and cut if I’m so worthless to the club? It was okay last year when we were at war.”

I stormed to my bike as Pyro shouted my name. The candidates watched as I ignored a brother and rode off. I could feel the anger rolling off Pyro and knew there would be repercussions, but fuck that. Nobody had looked out for me during the battle. But now I was a weakling requiring protecting and mollycoddling. That was the reason I didn’t pick Rage as my MC, even though it had been my right.

Willow

Pyro ducked his head and then glanced up as Fanatic rode off. There’d be punishment later for Fanatic, but I couldn’tblame him. If Hellfire were treating him with kid gloves, then Fanatic’s pride and self-esteem would be injured.

Pyro shouted some orders to the candidates and headed towards inside.

“Don’t say it, Willow. I can see it from Fanatic’s point of view, but he needs to understand it from ours. Hellfire watched him become a man; he means a shit load to us. We’ve tried not to be overprotective, but we nearly lost him and Rooster in that explosion. Where do we draw the line?” Pyro asked.

He reached out, drew me into a hug, and kissed my forehead. “Where’s the boy?”

“In here. Aren’t you a big one? Are you married?” Gladys demanded as Gil laughed.

Pyro sent me a what the fuck look.

“My new neighbour,” I explained as he entered.

Pyro shot me a beleaguered stare as Gladys bustled out and pinned him with a beady eye.

“Oh yes, a real hunk!” Gladys exclaimed. “I wish Gil had ridden a bike, but he was too straightlaced. Plus, his balance is terrible. My poor hubby would have fallen off. So, I have some single daughters, they need a shake-up and no doubt a good fuck. The wimps they pick, well… they must be self-finishing!” Gladys announced. She reached out and squeezed Pyro’s muscles.

“So, are you?” she demanded.

Pyro looked completely lost.

“Pyro’s married, Mrs G, and Hellfire don’t have no cheaters. There’re some single men, though. My fellow candidates for a start,” Jinx exclaimed, wandering in with a wedge of carrot cake.

Pyro’s eyes widened as Jinx simultaneously saved his ass but threw the candidates under the wheels.

“Yeah, I’m happily married!” Pyro stated loudly.

“Do your daughters cook like this?” Jinx asked, chomping on his treat.

“Yes!” Gladys beamed.

“I’m single and ready to mingle,” Jinx announced, and I almost choked on my giggle as Gladys lit up.

From behind me, Gil made no bones of his laughter.

“Boy, you’re fucked,” Gil said and put his hand out for Pyro to shake. Pyro grabbed Danny from Gladys who was now eyeing up the candidates bringing in my sofa.

For a moment, a sharp pang hit, and I hissed with a pained breath.

“Over there will do,” Gladys ordered in a soft voice as her hand touched my arm. My eyes followed the settee as it was placed near the central fireplace. “These are from your home?”

That was perceptive. “Yes, my place with Grey. Fanatic, bless him, rented this but forgot to ask if it was furnished. I’ve a house full of furniture, and we needed it.”

“And now, looking at that sofa, you don’t know if you can sit on it,” Gladys said astutely.

“Exactly.”

“Wait here, my dear,” she replied and bustled out. Five minutes later, Jinx walked in carrying an armful of items. I squinted and spotted cushions and throws. Gladys waltzed in behind and began opening what looked like new cushions.

“Where do you want this?” a rough voice demanded, and I turned and saw a candidate called Clark. He held parts of a bedframe.

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