Chapter 39 Blaze
I looked around for Daisy. I just realised that we’d been here a few hours and I hadn’t seen her since the service.
Dylan wasn’t here either, but I knew where he was.
Tonight was Shaquilla’s night with him and she had taken him as soon as she could after the service.
She was the only connection he had to his biological Mom, seeing as she was friends with the woman.
So to keep the peace, and for my sanity.
Dylan stayed with Shaquilla one night a week so she could tell him stories about Dani and keep her memory alive for him.
I suppose I’d better let Daisy know once she’s got this divorce shit out of her system.
She might enjoy the night off and it seems that she and Shaq hit it off today at the service.
I walked over to where Molly was chatting with other ol’ladies.
“Hey Molly, do you know where Daisy is?” I asked.
Her face suddenly stiffened as if she smelt something bad. Her lips formed the best cat’s bum impression I’d seen in a long time.
“I don’t know, and right now I don’t care. She said she’d be walking here.”
I frowned. Weren’t mothers and daughters supposed to be tight?
And walking? It was a long walk from the funeral to here, especially in heels.
And I knew Daisy was wearing heels. Her legs were to die for in them.
And that little black dress that looked so flirty, especially with the little black hat that she’d put on.
True to style, I noticed she wasn’t wearing any jewelry.
Maybe I could change that. Nope, I shook my head.
She had her reasons for that. Not sure I understand them really, but I’ll respect them.
“I’ll go out and get her,” I announced, I couldn’t have my wife walking to her father’s wake.
She could arrive in style on the back of my bike.
I probably should have done that for the ride.
Matchstick was her father, she should have been in the back of my bike for that.
Oh well, there’s still time to rectify the mistake.
Molly sniffed, “Why bother.”
I fixed my most stern glare on Molly. “Molly, she’s my wife, I’m going to look after her.”
I saw my words hit the mark as Molly softened. “Just like Matchstick used to do for me.” She simpered, wiping away a tear. She waved me off as I turned. My brothers watched the performance and all of them turned their faces and backs away as I walked away from Molly.
I didn’t know what the fuck had crawled up their arses, no one would talk to me. Well fuck them, I didn’t expect any help anyway. I could find my wife myself. I went outside and pulled out to ride the most direct route to the funeral home and back.
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I rode up and down the street for what felt like hours.
I couldn’t find her. Surely, there weren’t that many places for her to get lost. She’d grown up in this area.
I decided to try some of the places that we’d hung out in as kids.
Most of them were closed for the funeral, seeing as they were affiliated club businesses.
I was getting frustrated. It was like she was hiding from me again. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
I pulled into a diner after criss-crossing the entire town, and took a breath.
I couldn’t find her. The only logical conclusion is she’d made it to the wake, somehow missing me and my offer of a ride.
Poor girl. Her feet would be killing her.
Maybe my first act of winning her back will be a foot rub. I smirked, it might lead to more.
I pulled out and headed back to the clubhouse.
On the way, I saw some lucky brother heading home with a nice piece of arse on the back of his bike.
She had nice legs being exposed by the wind on the bike blowing her black dress back.
It wasn’t the safest, but the brother’s problem to control.
At least she was wearing a helmet so she’d survive to yell at him if he dropped the bike.
Her and her missing skin will give him a good talking to. Idiot.
I pulled into the clubhouse to find the wake had turned into a party, but Daisy hadn’t made it back.
I punched the wall in frustration. Where the fuck was she?
Another wasted opportunity. I couldn’t get close to her at the funeral because of those two fuckers, Horse and Bear.
I couldn’t sit next to get in the service because she planted Shaquilla next to me.
And now she wasn’t at her own father’s wake.
How the fuck am I supposed to reconcile and stop this divorce bullshit.
I looked around the room. Molly was getting pretty sloshed.
The rest of the ol’ladies of her generation were egging her on.
Their ol’men looking on with equal parts horror and amusement.
It was turning into a hell of a party. Unfortunately, no townies were allowed here, only ol’ladies and bikers who would tattle any misbehaviour straight to Daisy, and I’d have to behave in order to get her back.
I sighed, I could behave for one night. No playing around, even though it would have been exactly what Matchstick would have done. Fuck my life.