Chapter Five
Blade
The night Sera arrived, I ended up going with Wrath to talk to both Shadow and Blaze. I could tell he was worried and could use the support. It’s a fucking good job I was there when he told Shadow. He just about lost his fucking mind. I ended up having to pin him to the floor to stop him from going off half-cocked. Thankfully, once he was pinned, Wreck managed to talk some sense into him. Making him see reason. Thank God for Wreck; I don’t think anyone else could have talked sense into him. Don’t get me wrong, Shadow still wants to murder the people causing his sister issues, but he’s waiting until we have a fucking plan now.
Blaze reacted just the way I expected him to. He wanted to know everything we could tell him about his daughter. In all honesty, it wasn’t a lot, but he ate up every little detail. That woman isn’t going to know what’s hit her with Blaze as her father. He’s what I wish my father would have been like. Caring, loving, and supportive. But all in the right way. She’s a lucky woman to have a father like him, even if he is coming into her life late.
I haven’t seen Sera since the night she arrived; actually, I haven’t seen any of the Jacobson’s. I didn’t expect to, though. No doubt they’re all spending time getting to know Sera and adjusting to having a new member of their family. It probably didn’t help that I stayed away from The Clubhouse again. That ends today, though. I have shit that needs to be done and can only be done at The Clubhouse.
I know my self-imposed exile needs to end. I’m an Enforcer. An Officer. I have club duties I need to do that aren’t going to take care of themselves. Jasmine’s presence here isn’t going to change, so I’m just going to have to ignore whatever comes out of her mouth the next time we inevitably cross paths. I have zero doubts that she’s going to carry on her little mission to make my life hell.
My first task of the day, wrangling Prospects for one last weapon training session before Flame finally starts hand-to-hand combat with them. The only Prospect currently missing is Jake, who has a valid reason for not being here. He was shot in the gut protecting Flash when The Clubhouse was attacked by the former Police Chief and is still recovering. When I checked in with Flash, who hasn”t left Jake”s side since he came out of surgery, he told me Jake is recovering well but hates being limited in what he can do right now. I get that; I don”t think any of us like it when we”re limited due to injuries. That leaves me with just Pete and Eric.
Pete is young, only eighteen, but shows the right amount of promise when he puts his mind to it. He was actually shot at the same time as Jake, but luckily his wound was just to his shoulder, and he is recovering nicely. Eric, though, I want to fucking punch him in the mouth every time he speaks. He’s overconfident and cocky. I’d understand it if he actually had any talent, but he doesn”t. He”s mediocre at best. He’s also lazy as fuck; he does the least amount out of all the Prospects. I really don’t see him gaining his patch.
“Right today, is it for weapons. After this, you”re all Flame’s.” I say, gleefully. I can’t help it; watching the Prospect’s train with Flame is something else. Actually, it’s so entertaining that nearly the entire MC shows up to watch.
“Great.” Eric says, rolling his eyes.
“Just for that, you can start, Eric. You know what to do.”
I don’t say anything else; I just stand back and watch him make his way over to where I have the targets set up. All he needs to do is shoot the paper target with his handgun, using the entire clip, and then use a few throwing knives. This isn’t about anyone becoming an expert like myself. This is about making sure they can protect themselves and others.
Once Eric is finished, I wait for him to go and collect his target and bring it to me. I can tell by watching that he actually made some decent shots today, but his knife throwing still needs some work.
“Can I go now?” He asks impatiently as he hands me his target.
“No. You can stand and watch Pete just like he did with you.”
Eric pulls his face, but wisely keeps his mouth shut. I’m not in the mood to deal with a mouthy Prospect, and I think he knows it. If he had decided to open his mouth, I’d have been putting him in his place and not by using words.
Pete takes his turn, and I can tell he’s focused on doing the best he can. He’s listened to all the advice I’ve given him and is using it to ensure he’s making the best shots he can. Even with his injured shoulder. I’m actually impressed. I don’t know if everything that happened has caused him to become more focused, but either way, it’s a good thing. He’s definitely improved from the last time we did this.
By the time he’s finished and has brought me his target, I’m more than a little impressed. He’s constantly hitting head shots or heart shots with his handgun, and his knives are all embedded somewhere where they would cause serious damage if the target was a living, breathing person.
“Fucking good work, Pete. Keep it up.” I say, proudly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Eric pulling a face at the praise Pete is receiving. Fucking prick. I dismiss them both before setting up targets for myself; I might as well get some practice in while I’m over here. I may be an expert, but I’m only an expert because I know I can never practice too much.
About an hour later, I hear my phone ringing, and when I look, it says unknown number. Clicking the accept call button, I raise the phone to my ear.
“Hello, Blade speaking.” I say as I answer.
“Hey Blade, it’s Sera.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was wondering if you were busy.”
”Nope, I’m not; why what’s up?”
“Any chance you want to come shopping with me? I need to get some essentials, and everyone is busy. I really don’t want to go alone.”
“I’ll take you. Where are you?”
“My Dads.”
“I’ll be there soon. Make sure you’re ready.”
Hanging up, I quickly clean up after myself. It doesn’t take long; doing this so often it’s like second nature to me now. Actually, I could probably sort this place out with my eyes closed.
When I’m done, I head over to Blade’s place. I hate shopping, but I know Sera needs things, and other than her family, she only really knows me. I don’t mind helping her, and I won”t complain about getting to know her better. I’ve got a feeling she’s here to stay.