Chapter 28 #2
Otis was once a lawyer, before he wore the vest and took an oath.
He said a different oath and tried to fight the system.
He was the type of fighter we needed when I was in the service, relentless, empathetic, and passionate for doing what needs to be done for those in need.
Only few knew his whole story, but he and Hound Dog went way back, and Otis has been one of the most trustworthy men.
Plus, it helped that he still somewhat practiced and knew a thing or two.
“I had a case where tires were a part of evidence and they kept arguing that tread marks would have indicated a shot, but what was later found out it was a run flat tire.”
Shit was expensive to have and then replace, but few shops I knew were still doing them. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a tie in with a shop.
“That’s a start then.” Hound Dog pointed. “Get Blaze to look at the security cameras in that area again, track it, see what he can find and then we find those shops that are willing to still do business with these people.”
My hands itched for restitution. “I volunteer to talk with the shops.”
“And your ass will take Fender or B.B. or take one of the prospects. Last thing we also need is a trail of blood from one of your latest victims.” Hound Dog groaned. “Any other objections?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” B.B. agreed. “I’ll go with him. I think we’re due for some bonding time.”
My phone started to buzz in my pocket, pulling me from making a comeback to his comment. A few buzzes kept vibrating and the temptation to look at them in the middle of church was hard.
“If it is the mafia, that would be a new one around here. I bet they don’t want to get blood on their expensive shit, that’s why they have others to do their dirty work,” Hank pointed out then shrugged.
“Everyone needs to be on alert. Double up on security, watches, anything to protect yourselves and the club. Tell your family, your ol’ ladies to be prepared,” Hound Dog ordered. “We protect what’s ours, and if you spill blood, you know what to do.”
Even if they were here, they picked the wrong city, the wrong club to screw around with, especially when they threaten one of our own. The thought that Amelia would be in a more harm's way didn’t sit well with me.
I cleared my throat. “Speaking of ol’ ladies, if it hasn’t already been known, let it be known Amelia is off limits. I want to make her mine, officially.”
Smirks and suppressed laughs appeared on their faces, B.B. leaned back in his chair, the stupid grin on his face. “Well, well, our little boy is growing up and found a woman that puts up with his ass.”
“Truly a simp,” Otis joked.
“Just wait, buddy, you’re next,” I warned.
He threw his hands up. “No, thank you.”
“Your dick is going to fall off from the over usage of your hand,” Fender joked in return.
“Careful, Fender, you want to be a good boy.” Otis smirked.
“Somebody called me a good boy one time, and I’m never living it down.” Fender groaned.
“Not my fault you blushed,” Otis said.
“I didn’t blush,” Fender yelled out.
“Could you two get a room or something? Last time I checked I’m asking her to be mine, not a dick measuring competition between you two,” I growled.
Hound let out a groan. “I swear sometimes it’s like babysitting children with you two. Shooter, yes. I think I speak for everyone when I say just put her out of her misery and put a cut or a ring or both on her.”
“I’m trying. But I appreciate this. She’s the one for me.”
She was more than just “the one”; she was my everything.
I wanted to love her with everything, fully bring her into this world that we created, protect her, never have her leave my side.
I was ready to tie her to me in every way.
I wanted to hear those words that she was mine and never let go.
I wanted everything with her, the ring, the marriage, the house where we could watch our children grow, I wanted to make love in every room.
She was my saving grace in all this darkness that surrounded us, she was the calm in my storm. She was the restful sleep at night along with her being in my arms.
“But um, just her ex is still a fucking problem, and it’s taken everything me not to drown him in the Mississippi.”
“Any of it going to come back onto the club? Not that we won’t offer protection, she’s a good one.” Hound Dog leaned on the table.
“I’m hoping not, but there are certain things still standing in her way,” I admitted but not telling them the extent.
B.B. smiled. “Well, if she’s putting up with your ass, I think we’d do anything for her.”
She was stubborn like that, wanting to keep her problems to herself.
It was admirable, but any longer and I was going to handle things on my own and suffer whatever consequences she wanted.
Hell, she could have chained me to the bed and edged the shit out of me, I still wouldn’t take it as punishment, maybe a reward.
I had been in such a daze that I didn’t notice until the third elbow in my side when Fender said, “You going to get that?” nodding to my phone that was still buzzing in my pocket continuously.
When I pulled out my phone, I noticed notifications from missed calls to security camera messages and text messages from her.
My heart raced when I saw the latest notification that there was more movement in Amelia’s bedroom.
Before the meeting could adjourn, I bolted out of the room and to my laptop in my room.
I pulled up my call log and pressed to call Amelia, the continuous ring didn’t settle my nerves. Nothing would until I could hear her voice.