Chapter Eight
Judge
WREN IS GETTING discharged from the hospital today.
The only reason I know is because Fury told me.
We had church yesterday to go over the new information from the accident that took Razer from us and so I could update everyone on the funeral arrangements.
Lash is finally also on his way here with the club and will be here tomorrow.
They’re taking their time on the road and stopping more often for the ol’ ladies and my Gramps.
Anyway, Fury informed everyone Wren will be staying here, even though she still hasn’t agreed to, and everyone is to leave her alone.
She’s not a new toy for them to play with.
She is the woman who tried to save Razer and will be treated with respect.
The second the guys learned that piece of information, I could tell they will be on their best behavior toward her.
Razer was important to everyone in the club and these guys knowing she risked her life to try and save his just earned her a shit ton of respect from every man at the table.
Every single day for the last week, I’ve watched Tristan and Zach interact with her.
They laugh, talk about everything, and I can see how close the three of them are.
Without even trying, they’re in her limited circle and have a past with Wren.
I don’t know much about Wren, but she doesn’t seem to have a lot of people in her life.
I’ve only seen her with the guys from the club at the hospital.
No one else visited her with the exception of the foster mom she shares with Tristan and Zach.
The woman is great. She kind of yelled at Wren for not staying in contact since leaving her home and brought up food for her.
When she saw me in the hallway and not in the room, she started laughing.
Told me I was on Wren’s shitlist and it takes a lot to get back off that when you earn a spot there.
Wren apparently isn’t big on second chances and doesn’t allow too many people to get close to her for some reason.
“Judge, you really need to be okay with Wren stayin’ here for a little while.
I’m not gonna allow her to sleep in her car when she’s still not fully healed.
I wouldn’t let her sleep in her car if she were healed, honestly.
And from what little I know about the situation between the two of you, you did her wrong.
Not the other way around. She’s stickin’ to her word and not clingin’ on to you.
She wants nothin’ to do with you and I have a feelin’ she’ll give you all the space you want.
Even in the clubhouse,” Fury says as he walks up to me at the bar where I’m currently sitting with a bottle of water.
“I’ll leave her alone, Fury. You wanna take care of her, and I get that.
She tried to save your brother and you feel as if you owe her a large debt for that.
I’d feel the same way if I were in your shoes.
What the fuck do you mean she was gonna be sleepin’ in her car?
She doesn’t have a home? You told her before she could come to the clubhouse to stay and she hasn’t accepted your offer?
” I ask, anger filling me with the thought of this tiny woman sleeping alone in a car with no form of protection from those who would harm her.
“The day of the accident, she not only lost her job at The Hide Out, but she got evicted from her apartment. Her roommate did her dirty. Stole her money for four months, took all that she had managed to save up, and stole half her clothes. She truly has nothin’ to her name but that car.
Said everythin’ she owns is inside. She doesn’t have the money to rent a new place because of this.
And she can’t even afford the cheapest motel in town.
She was leavin’ Briar Glen to start over somewhere new.
When I first offered to have her stay here, she told me she’s not a charity case and would figure somethin’ out on her own.
I have a feelin’ she doesn’t accept help very often because it’s rarely offered.
When it is, she feels as if she’s some kind of burden to those around her.
I didn’t offer because of that. I offered because it’s the right thing to do.
Razer wouldn’t have let her sleep in her car.
You know that as well as I do,” Fury informs me as the anger intensifies because this woman doesn’t deserve to be treated this way for any reason.
“That’s fucked up, Fury. Give her a room here. I’ll let everyone else know they’re to leave her alone. Where you gonna put her?” I ask, some part of me needing to know every single detail about this woman.
“She’s goin’ in the room between Zach and Tristan.
They’ve already cleaned it, changed the beddin’, and added a few of their own things to ensure she’s comfortable.
Bought her snacks, drinks she likes, and added their own clothes so she has more options to wear.
Someone needs to be close to her because of the cream she needs to put on her back a few times a day.
She’s been havin’ really bad muscle spasms and it’s supposed to help I guess.
Wren’s still in pain as well. Not all the time like a few days ago, but sometimes when she moves it hurts her.
She tries to hide it, but I can tell,” he states and the thought of the Prospects being that close to her does something to me deep inside.
“I’m headin’ out to meet them. Gonna take her to lunch before we bring her back. ”
“See ya later,” I tell him, turning back around as I listen to him walk away from me.
Diamond walks up the second I’m alone.
“Baby, why don’t you let me help you relax? You’ve been so tense for the last week and could use some fun,” she says, her voice grating on my nerves as she rubs up against my side.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I growl out as Wyatt stops in front of me. “What’s up, Wyatt?”
“I’ll do anythin’ I can to help Wren when she gets here, Pres.
If Zach or Tristan are busy, I can help her,” he says and I wonder why he’s so willing to help a girl he knows nothing about.
“I’ve gotten pretty close to Tristan and Zach.
They’ve told me about Wren and how much she means to both of them.
If she’s important to them, she’s important to me. ”
“Do what ya gotta do. Just don’t let it take away from what you have to do around here. Bein’ a Prospect is your responsibility. I won’t have Wren distractin’ any of you,” I state, my voice hard and cold even though Wyatt has done nothing wrong.
“There’s a new bitch coming to the clubhouse? Who the fuck is she?” Diamond asks, rage filling her voice as I turn to look at her and see a massive glare aimed at me as if I’m doing something wrong.
“Yeah. It’s none of your fuckin’ business, Diamond.
Wren will be here for however long and you’re to leave her alone.
All of you Rebels are to leave her alone.
I see one incident involvin’ you and you’ll be out the door.
We have a lot goin’ on and you’re still not pullin’ your fuckin’ weight.
I’d say you’re on very thin ice, Diamond.
I’m in no fuckin’ mood to deal with your shit.
I’m not your baby and I won’t ever be your man.
You’re the property of the club and not an ol’ lady.
If that was your aim, you probably shouldn’t have come in as a Rebel,” I tell her as her face turns a deep shade of crimson and I can see the malice in her eyes from the truth I just spoke.
“You don’t have the right to bring anyone new in here, Judge. There’s enough Rebels already,” she says as if she has the final word in club business.
“First of all, watch your fuckin’ mouth.
You’re at the bottom of the hierarchy and don’t have a say in what happens in the clubhouse.
Your job is to clean, cook, and take care of the men who want your company.
If I want to bring in a hundred more Rebels, I can and will.
Secondly, Wren isn’t a Rebel. She’s here to heal and get back on her feet.
If you knew her situation, you’d keep your damn mouth shut.
Go fuckin’ clean somethin’ before I change my mind and kick your ass out right now,” I tell her, getting in her face and almost throwing up because her perfume is so completely overwhelming as usual.
“I didn’t. . .,” she begins to say before I turn my back on her to indicate how completely over the conversation I am.
Diamond walks away from me, muttering under her breath. Fucking bitch better watch her damn step. I don’t have time to play her sick games or deal with her bullshit. My attention needs to be on Razer’s funeral and all the clubs we have coming in to pay their respects.
“How are ya doin’, Judge?” Demolition asks, walking up to join me at the bar as Wyatt hands him a cup of fresh coffee.
“Been better. Fury just left to go get Wren. He’s gonna bring her back here,” I inform Demolition as I turn to look at him.
Since the death of his son, Demolition seems to have aged twenty years.
He’s not taking care of himself the way he normally does and I can smell the alcohol he consumed yesterday on him.
He’s been drinking more often, but not as much as Fury has been.
By the time he gets back with Wren, he’ll be ready to grab his two bottles and head up to his room.
Maybe he’ll go in Razer’s room again today.
If we can’t find him, it’s one of those two spots.