CHAPTER 26
*~* Breaker *~*
Storming into the shed and finding those three could be classified as hellish or hilarious. Bri and Marcia were standing innocently, well trying to look innocent, but we all know they were not. Molly, however, was lighting up her stepsister’s ass and had a freaking smile on her face while doing it.
Whack slapped my shoulder once I walked into the clubhouse this morning.
Fucking laughing about the sight we had all been met with.
“Brother, you’ve got your hands full with that one.
But it’s a good job you found her first.” Shaking his head, Whack walked away chuckling, and I’m thinking I was lucky because most women would not have been so happy to get revenge.
Cannon shakes his head before smirking, “I want me a Molly…!” Then, he bursts out laughing as he follows Whack to Whack’s office.
“Don’t we all,” I hear mumbled, and turning to see who said that behind me I watch Wraith walking away. I’m going to have to make sure Molly is nailed down tight or one of these fuckers could jump in and steal her.
“Follow me into town. We’ve got Cobras hiding behind Benson's Shoe Store,” Cannon shouts as he runs through the rec room and out the front door.
Everyone scrambled onto their bikes, pursued Cannon into the town, and then parked in Spellmaster's backyard.
He's an amazing guy who served in the special forces, and I suspect he's dealing with some serious PTSD. Although his name is Speller, he goes by Spellmaster, a title that is never questioned by anyone. He allows us to park our hogs in his yard, and he comes along for fun because he gets bored, well that’s what he says.
Spell, as we’ve nicknamed him walks out the backdoor of his home and rubs his hands together. “Okay, brothers, where are we going, and who are we doing?”
Cannon laughs, “We've got ourselves two Cobras to catch.”
Spell frowns, “Come on, let’s get moving.” We all follow behind Cannon and Spell; it must look ridiculous to anyone that sees us.
We'll position ourselves behind the stores and, after spotting the two Cobras the kids on the street told Cannon about, I signal for Griller to trail me to the end of the shops. We'll move to trap the Cobras after that. No escape for these fuckers!
“Oh, fuck!” Griller hisses, and I look where his attention is fixed.
“Fuck is right,” I mumble when I see Spell boldly grabbing hold of one of the Cobras by the scruff of his neck, and then the other as he looks over when his brother screeches with fright.
“Fuckin’ pussy,” I mumble, but when Spell smashes their heads together, and they both fall onto the ground unconscious I nod, blink a few times with surprise and admiration, I nudge Griller.
“We’ll have to try that, Grill. You know sneak up behind them and grab them. ”
“It’s a good move, Breaker, and I reckon we can do that.”
Walking up to Cannon, Paxton, and Spell, I slap Spell on the back. “Fuckin’ good move that, Spell.”
Grunting, he kicks the nearest one to him. “You got a wagon comin?”
“Yeah, one of the prospects will be here with a van in a minute or two.” Cannon kicks the other Cobra that is nearest to him.
Paxton who is a quiet brother says nothing, which is what I would expect, and both me and Griller lean on the back of the shop, arms folded, and talk about Molly and her exploits in the shed.
Two hours later, I’m sitting in the clubhouse kitchen drinking a piping hot mug of coffee, and watching a video of Molly getting her cut. I can’t help the grin that crosses my face because Molly’s smile and twirl for the camera is delightful. She’s mine, and she’s staying mine.
“You said that out loud, Breaker,” Griller chuckles. “Maybe you should knock her up; that’d be a way of keeping her grounded with you?”
“Not likely…I like my balls just where they are. She could still leave and take the kid with her. We’ve seen that happen to far too many of the brothers.
But you can’t even blame them for walking away.
When a brother is free with his cock it’s not going to take long for his woman to walk away.
If our woman did it we’d be dumping the bitch let’s be honest.”
Griller nods. “Yeah, that’s true. I’d never cheat on my woman. I don’t like to see it. When Markus cheated on his wife, I remember the look on her face when she walked out of his club room after catching him fucking that club bunny. I would never want to cause that. It was true devastation.”
“Oh, I remember that. What happened to them both?” I don’t remember as he was a manager at one of our last strip joints, and she worked at the hair salon.
“He was got rid of because the club policy at the strip joint was not fraternizing while on club property, or with an employee of the company, in other words one of the strippers. The bunny was working at the joint for extra money, so she was employed. He was ditched, she was ditched, and the wife packed up her stuff and left town. Last I heard she divorced him, and she moved to Canada with a man she met.” Griller rubs his chin.
“Think he got into drinking too much when he realized he lost the best thing to happen to him. No idea where he is now.”
Pattie rushes into the kitchen, gaining everyone's attention when she screams. “I DID IT, I PASSED…!”
“Passed what?” Griller asks with a frown.
“My courses. I passed them both. I can now do marketing and web design and know what I’m doing.” Pattie puffs her chest out and beams with pride and excitement.
“Well done, Pattie.” I step over to her and give her a hug. “That’s great news. Let Pres know, and he’ll be wanting you to get working for the club businesses I’m sure.”
After freshening up in my room, I head downstairs to Whack’s office. Pushing open the door I ask. “Do you need me for anything, Pres?”
“Yeah, we are going to speak with two Cobras and two prisoners.” Whack picks up his phone from the corner of his desk, and I allow him to pass along with Cannon, Saddle and Griller. I follow behind, and we are heading to the shed. Yeah, getting rid of the trash I think to myself.
Stepping into the cell with the two Cobras, I lean against the wall and watch as Whack takes photographs of them tied to the ceiling by their wrists. Their feet are only just touching the ground, so their wrists and shoulders will break eventually if this keeps up.
Smirking, Whack taps on his phone and places it on speaker as it rings.
“What do you want, Whack?” Para snarls, and I raise my eyebrows a little at the venom in his tone.
“I have two of your men here. Do you want them back?” Whack is cool in his reply.
“Who…What…!” Para stutters.
One of the idiot’s shouts, “Pres, get us the fuck outta here.”
“For…fucks…sake!” Para snarls to someone who interrupts on his end. “What do you want?”
Whack chuckles. “Well, I want you to drop all searches for Molly. I have the bitch you want here. You can have her and these two idiots if you get out of my territory, take her with you and stay out. Otherwise, this war is getting real, and these will be the next two casualties, and I mean dead.”
The line is quiet, but we can hear him breathing.
He’s obviously considering what his best move will be.
But if he wants his men, this is his only option.
“Okay, I’ll send a van to pick the three of them up within the next three hours.
We’ll call a truce after this. Stay out of our territory and we’ll stay out of yours. ”
“Fair enough. If we have to pass through, we’ll do the usual — giving you a heads up and you can escort us, and vice versa.
Nice doing business with you.” Whack closes the call, then walks up to the two men.
“You’re very fuckin’ lucky because I was looking forward to cutting your balls off and making you eat them. ”
“I thought maybe Spell could do it; he’s bored as fuck just now.” Griller adds to the conversation, and I’m sure they know who Spell is as they both drain of color at the thought of him being involved.
Whack stands looking at Griller for a few moments, then grins. “Let’s get our friend Spell involved in some shit. Pull him in and then patch him up. He’ll make one hell of a good brother.”
“So, what are you doing with Angel, Pres?” I ask. We will have Carrie-Anne off our hands, and I’m sure she’s heading for a sticky end. One problem solved at least.
“I’ve spoken with Bear, and he agrees that we take her to a state far enough away she’ll be well away from us, on the condition she never contacts or comes back here.
Or, we end her. Those are her only two options.
Bear is going to deliver the verdict later today.
” Pres stops walking and looks at me for a long time, which makes me want to twitch a little.
“Have you decided Molly’s punishment yet? ”
“No, I don’t want to come down hard because she’s suffered way too much at the hands of that bitch. The frustration and the need for an ending were accumulated in that taser hit.”
Whack laughs, “It was glorious.”
Everyone chuckles as we are walking back to the clubhouse. “It is the end for Molly. She needs this closure, and that is never seeing or hearing from her stepsister again,” I state.
“How about she has to do lunch and supper for six months?” Whack grins. “I miss her cooking.”
Everyone laughs, and I can’t help but join in because Molly is one hell of a cook. Brothers have said that although Pattie has improved a lot using the directions Molly gave her, she is not as good as Molly. “Leave it with me, Pres.”
Molly is home, and we’ve eaten supper. She’s keeping silent, and I know it’s because she is nervous about what her punishment is going to be.
Sitting in the living room, I look over at Molly, where she sits in the easy chair near the window.
I’m sitting in the middle of the couch and watching her squirm.
“Molly…I know, and Whack knows why you did what you did. The issue isn’t you wanting to put out punishment to that disgusting bitch. It’s the fact that you sneaked around, and went into the shed without permission.”
Molly squirms a little more, and I can see she’s on the verge of crying, but I can’t let her get away with this. “I’m sorry, Breaker…”
“Whack wants you punished at the clubhouse as well as at home. Your punishment at the clubhouse, which is where the offense occurred is that for the next six months you will make lunch and supper both Saturday and Sunday. There is no way out of this.” I try to keep my voice calm, but she’s in trouble and has to get past this.
“Okay,” Molly quietly agrees.
“My name is Wyatt Alexander, and you can call me Wyatt. You are the only one who can call me by my given name.” I think it’s a bit late to tell her my birth name when we’ve already set up living together. I suppose it’s better late than never.
“Wyatt…it suits you, actually. But I still see you as Breaker.”
“Why don’t you call me Wyatt at home and Breaker when we are out of here?”
“Okay, I can do that.” Molly smiles, and it is a proper smile this time.
“Punishment, I think is living with me, Molly. I’m not easy to live with, and I know that.
But it’s a lifetime punishment, and we will get hitched as soon as I can get it organized.
Or we’ll just fly off to Vegas and get married by Elvis!
” The look of horror on Molly’s face has me doubled up laughing, hands on my knees, hooting with laughter that is.
“What the hell…!” Molly mumbles to herself, which sets me off laughing once more. Right before I scoop her off that easy chair, and carry her over my shoulder right to our bedroom.