Page 11 of Carrie's Strength
A few mumbles go around, but otherwise, everyone is on board. I knew the single brothers would be annoyed that they would need to take the random women they pull elsewhere to fuck, but tough shit as the safety of my woman comes before getting their dicks wet.
Prez dismisses church, but nods for Tank and me to remain. Once everyone is out, Reck closes the door.
“I spoke with Wire. Joker, did you know Carrie has been spending time with Wire, and he’s been teaching her computers?” Prez asks.
“I knew he was showing her the basics and stuff,” I tell him, a little confused as to where he’s going with this.
“Turns out he’s been showing her a little more than the basics,” Prez says.
I’m trying to not lose my head, but what the Prez is hinting at doesn’t sit right.
“My girl ain’t no cheat, Prez,” I tell him through my gritted teeth.
“Woah, wrong end of the stick, son,” Prez says quickly. “What I meant was that it turns out our Princess has a natural talent for computers. Wire said she’d picked up the basics in a flash and wanted to learn more. He’s been teaching her to be the next Wire. He seems to think she could be better than he is given the time and practice,” Prez confirms.
I sit there staring at him dumbfounded.
“Fuck, really?” I ask shocked
“Yeah, shocked me too,” Prez replies with a chuckle.
“Wire wants to keep teaching her and see how far she can go. I think it would be an asset to the club. She’s smart. Our Princess sees things from a different point of view to us. The future of the club is looking brighter with her knowledge and skills.”
Pride swells in my chest.
“Yeah, my girl is one hell of a woman. As long as she’s not in any danger,” I tell him.
“No danger, but you’re acting like you have a say in this. You know as well as I do that Carrie is strong-minded and will do as she pleases whether you like it or not, Joker,” he says with a chuckle.
I look to Tank to see him laughing away with Reck and Bull.
“Fuck, she’s a handful, alright. I’ll talk to her,” I promise.
Leaving church, I head back to our room.
Walking through the door, I’m greeted by the barrel of my girl’s Glock.
“Fuck Carrie, what the hell?” I yell.
“Oh, it’s you,” she shrugs like she didn’t just have a gun pointed at me.
“Erm yeah, it’s me. What the fuck? Why did you have a gun pointed at me, babydoll?” I ask, trying to get my heart to leave my throat.
“Someone tried the door handle not long ago, but didn’t knock or call out to me. Figured it wasn’t a good thing, so I had my Glock ready. You didn’t announce it was you, so I was ready to defend myself,” she says like she’s giving me a grocery list.
Is this what our life has become? That it is so normal for her to have a gun in her hand and may need to use it to defend herself. I hope not, but she seems to be behaving like it’s nothing.
I love that my girl is a badass, but this is not going to be our normal.
“Babydoll, you should have called me,” I scold her.
“I would have, but in your rush to get to church, you left your phone here,” she replies as she throws my phone at me. “And don’t take that tone with me either, Joker,” she shouts, causing me to stop dead.
Within a second, I’m across the room and have her pinned against the wall.
“Joker, really! I am Jason to you. Always have been and always will be. Yes, in the bar and with the brothers, you call me by my road name, but when it’s just us, I am Jason, your man. This being ready to defend yourself will also stop. Yes, I want you to be able to defend yourself and Beau when I’m not around, but this will not be our normal. You’re acting like it’s nothing,” I growl at her.
I know the second I have gone too far as her eyes glaze over, and she retreats inside herself.
