CHAPTER THIRTY
-:- MAV -:-
Back at the clubhouse I look for Blake but she’s not here, which is strange as I expected to find her here waiting for me. Hearing my name, I turn and spot Mia rushing over to me.
“Mav, we had a bit of an incident and have three men in custody, you know in the shed,” which she says with a conspiratorial whisper, why I don’t know because everyone here knows what the shed is for. “Anyway, Yax turned up too and tried to attack Blake, but we sorted the bitch out and she’s in the shed too. Blake went home with Ed. He thought it would be best for them both to go home and rest.”
“Okay, thanks. I wondered where they were. She wasn’t hurt, was she?”
“No, Kenzie knocked out Yax before she could get near her. You know we are all good with Amelia’s cane now. It was great when she gave us all lessons on how to use it,” Mia grins then walks away with a spring in her step, straight to Axel, and jumps into his arms, kissing the ever loving shit outta him. Sighing, I can’t help but think, ‘I wish that was me.’
Walking over to Meat, who is the nearest to me, I ask, “Can you let me know if anything untoward happens? I’ll come back in the morning and sort that bitch Yax out one way or another. I know of a nice spot I can bury the bitch if need be.”
Meat grunts and nods, but Chaos had to have overheard with those big ears of his, because believe me he misses nothing. “I’m in. I’ll bring the fuckin’ shovel, spade, or anything else that’s needed.”
Nodding, I arrange to meet them mid-morning tomorrow to take out the trash. We’ll be removing the three assholes to Nell’s tomorrow, I’m sure, but that’ll more than likely be after lunch. When Axel appears once more from their house and the love-in they’ll probably be having.
I’m going to make sure I’m not the one who takes the twins to school, because those little fuckers are already known as the two Johnny’s for their antics in class. The last incident had two other kids painted blue, green and yellow. I have no idea why and I didn’t ask, but the teacher said their ‘Fuck you,’ comment was heard by all. Mia was mortified, Axel was amused, and the Three Stooges gave them cookies!
Home at last. I double check everywhere is locked up tight before climbing upstairs and checking Blake is asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I quietly enter the bathroom and close the door, turning on the shower and stripping out of my clothes. I make sure everything goes inside the laundry basket because I’m not going to have my Ol’ Lady berate my ass for dropping shit on the floor next to the basket.
Stepping into the shower, I place my hands on the tiles and drop my head so the water runs over my head, shoulders, and down my back. Enjoying the warmth, I close my eyes and breath slowly, easing away the tensions of the night. Not one of us had an injury and for that, I’m grateful. We all took down our target with the minimum of fuss, and that’s all down to the training we do with Meat, Wings, and Target. They are tough on our training, but it pays dividends when we need to fight.
The shower door opens and Blake steps in, closing it behind her before she takes the shower gel and lathers up her hands. The feel of her running her hands up and down my back and shoulders feels amazing, and eases my tension even more, plus helping my muscles relax.
When I release a small groan of appreciation, Blake massages my shoulders, back, arms, and buttocks. But when she runs her hands down and around to my abs, I can’t help but tense with the anticipation of what she’s going to do next.
Sliding her hands up my body, she soaps my pecs, then down again, over my abs and to my engorged dick. Which I have to say is standing at full attention at this point.
Wrapping a hand around my dick, Blake squeezes just hard enough for it to twitch in welcome, which has her giggle under her breath. But when she starts to stroke steadily up and down, using the suds as lubricant, I have to grit my teeth or I’ll blow like a whale, or a teenager having his first experience.
Blake kisses between my shoulder blades, and murmurs something I can’t quite hear. But her hand works wonders on my dick and she perfectly works it until my legs start to shake and goosebumps rise along my legs and over my butt.
With an extra squeeze and twist, Blake has me shoot my load all over the shower’s tiles, and my call of release echoes around the bathroom for a moment.
“You okay, Mav?” Blake asks, but I can tell she is amused by her own question.
“Never better,” I rinse quickly, making sure the shower hits the tiles too, before turning and grabbing Blake in a tight hold before heading out of the shower, dry us both and climb into bed, where I thoroughly show Blake how much the shower moment was appreciated.
Once we’ve had yet another shower, and a quick one, I might add, I wrap myself around Blake and whisper. “You okay about what happened tonight at the clubhouse?”
Blake sighs, “Yeah, I’m good. PawPaw was nervous about all the weaponry the women have about their person, but he was happy that they can protect themselves. He got us both here safely, before he took himself home, where he said he needed a good shot of Jack Daniels.”
I chuckle at the thought of Ed taking a good drink because he’s met all the Ol’ Ladies. Honestly, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about because they are all damn awesome and a little on the frightening side if truth be told.
“I’ll deal with Yax from this point. She needs to know this is her last warning, the same as Sharon had hers. We are not fucking around with her any longer. She messed with your husband, and has messed with you. That, for me, is the end of this shit. I’ll speak with Ed about the house she was in too, see if he’ll allow me to get it done and push the realtor to get it sold. Will that be okay with you?”
Hu-hm is all I hear before I listen to her small snores. Yeah, my girl is gone. She’s out cold. I kiss the top of her head before making sure I’m tightly wrapped around her, and sleep takes me.
I’m up bright and early, and considering the late night I had, it’s a wonder. But I leave a note on the table before heading out. I quickly make my way to the Coffee House, and fill Liam in on why Blake will be late to work, and yeah I’m sure she’s gonna be pissed, but it is what it is.
Walking into the clubhouse, I wave to Wings, who follows me from the common room into the kitchen. I grab a mug of coffee and after taking a large swig I check who is near to us before asking, “You up for getting Yax out of here, and I mean, this will be the last time she’s seen one way or another. I don’t care which way, either.”
“Yeah, I’m in. Chaos slept here last night, so he’ll be up for it, too.” Wings turns at the same time as me when we hear a loud grunt. “You in too, Meat?” Wings asks, and with another grunt and chin lift, we know he’s up for it. When he grabs two cleavers from his ‘Meat Only’ cabinet we high-five each other and I finish my coffee while Wings goes to find Chaos.
Chaos arrives fifteen minutes later, and just as we are heading out, Axel shouts, “You four. Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to. Take the bitch and get rid of her. But be back to take the three assholes to Nell’s and be ready to do a retrieval mission. I want Milanas in the shed before evening meal.”
Meat grunts. Chaos chuckles. Wings states, ‘Yes Pres.’ Me, I keep quiet as I know that we have no option but to do as our President tells us. Now taking those three to Nell is our pleasure, because whoever wants to traffic, rape, or any other nasty shit to a young woman deserves no leniency in my book.
After retrieving Yax, who is tied up like a turkey for Thanksgiving we head out of town. The truck bed has Yax bouncing around over every pot hole or bump we can find in the road. She can’t climb out as she’s so tied up she can’t even turn onto her side. She’s sure gonna have a sore back when this is over.
We travel an hour before pulling over and into a field. One that has more than enough trees to cover what will happen if this bitch refuses to leave and never be seen again.
Dragging her out of the truck bed, we untie her and take the gag out of her mouth, but before she can start spouting bullshit, Chaos is in her face. Now, I mean nearly nose-to-nose, and he looks vicious.
“Now, you listen up, bitch. You have two choices and two only. One, you take your skanky, nasty ass out of our state and stay out, because if this is your choice and you come back, you are dead. Two, you die here and now and we bury you. Those are your choices, so what’s it to be?” Chaos isn’t fooling around.
When she opens her mouth to spout crap, Meat slams his cleaver down. Right through her shoe and takes off her littlest toe. She screams like a banshee for sure, but what has me smirking is Wings who steps forward and hands Chaos the cigarette lighter from the truck, glowing nice and red.
She howls even louder when Chaos plants that sucker on her toe stub to cauterize the bleeding. “You making your choice yet?” He asks, and we all wait for the reply we know she’ll give.
“Yes, I’ll leave.” She’s still whimpering, but not one of us gives a shit.
“And?” Chaos pushes.
Yax looks him right in the eye, but it’s not with any form of challenge. She’s letting him see her sincerity. “Yes, I’ll leave and never come back.”
Meat grunts, which has Yax jump nearly out of her skin, much to Wings amusement. We three turn back to the truck, and Chaos throws her back into the truck bed, points at her and snarls, “We’ll drop you at the bus depot, then you are gone.”
We don’t hang around once Chaos jumps into the truck. We head right to the nearest bus depot, and watch her limp onto it, ready for departure. We wait the thirty-five minutes after we’ve purchased her ticket for the bus to leave, then we hightail it back to town and the clubhouse feeling more than a little pleased with ourselves.
Pushing the last of a toasted cheese into my mouth, I look at my phone as it vibrates on the table. Seeing Ed’s name, I look quickly in case something is wrong with Blake.
Ed: Can you make sure the house Yax was living in is finished being cleaned, and check the realtor has a buyer. We need this place gone before it stresses Blake out.
Mav: Yeah, I can do that, PawPaw.
Ed: I’m not your fucking PawPaw, asshole.
Chuckling to myself because I knew that would get the old goat going. I’ll call him that in the future just to get a reaction out of him. But as long as he watches out for Blake, I’m more than happy with him not liking me much.
Finding Heather's number, I hit the call button and wait.
“Hi, Mav, what’s up?” Heather asks quickly as she takes my call.
“Will Blake's house be ready for the realtor this week?”
Heather sighs but replies, “It will be cleared and clean by Friday, and the realtor already has someone interested in the place. But you need to get the yard tidied up. My people have removed all the garbage, it just needs to be made respectable. I asked Hammer, but he’s not sent anyone yet.”
“Okay, I’ll chase up Hammer, and you get the place done and sold if you can. I want it gone so Blake can step away from it.”
“I’ll do my best, Mav.” Heather has left the conversation before I can say thanks, but I shrug and grab another toasted cheese.
Mav: Can you make sure the yard is done by the weekend at Blake’s place, Hammer? I want it done so we can get it sold and off our hands.
Hammer: I’m on it, Mav. The crew will be there tomorrow and clean the borders and the lawn. It’ll be tidy, but that’s the best we can do. The fresh path I can’t get done in time, but that’s up to the new owner anyway, if you ask me.
Mav: OK. I’ll leave the path alone, let's just get it sold and gone. Let me know when your team is done and I’ll get the realtor to check it out. Heather’s dealing with it all, so I’ll just nudge her.
Hammer: OK, unless you want me to keep liaising with Heather?
Mav: OK, you do that.
That’s another thing off my list of to-do’s for this week. Okay, back to the now, and going along with Axel and the three assholes who we are delivering to Nell.
Axel walks past with Drag, Buzz and Wings behind him. I join the troupe, but notice Meat, Knuckles, Fist and Colton sneaking around the side of the clubhouse as I climb into the van next to Buzz, while everyone else has jumped into the truck.
“The assholes secure?” I ask as the door opens and Garth pushes inside the van, shoving me over toward Buzz. “Fuck’s sake, Garth, what you doing?”
“I’m coming. You know I have excellent skills.” Garth smirks at me, then chin lifts to Buzz, who chuckles at the antics he’s watching.
Once we arrive at Nell’s we get the three out of the van and down to the cells easily. Nell and Graham have a decidedly shifty look on their faces. Graham whispers something to Drag, who in turn takes off.
We have the fuckers locked down and head upstairs, and I’m thinking how the fuck we gonna get Milanas out of the building when I saw two of Vitale’s men out front. But I should have known better since we are talking to Nell and her brother.
Drag is arguing with Tank out in the front of the boarding house and takes a swing at Tank. Fuck me, this is the distraction and my eyes dart to Vitale’s men who have stepped closer to take a better look. One has his ear to his phone, is sounds like he’s relaying what he’s seeing.
I don’t get time to ask what’s happening when Axel storms out of the building shouting, ‘Benjamin on Drag.’ I see Garth heading my way just in time to dodge as he throws a punch, and shit, he only just missed me. This distraction wasn’t supposed to include me, well, not that I knew of, anyway. ‘Benjamin on Garth.’ Axel shouts, which has me spin around and give him a nasty look, right before Garth punches me in the gut, doubling me over.
Now bedlam has erupted, Drag and Tank are going at it, with as much angst as a civil war. I spin on Garth, wipe my forehead from the sweat that’s appeared, then give him my best ever evil smirk.
We throw more than a few punches. I have a fat lip and Garth has a black eye and a bloody nose. If it wasn’t so painful it would be fun. Nell screeches at the top of her voice, more than a little dramatic I have to admit.
“GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY AND DON’T COME BE COMING BACK ANYTIME SOON!” Just the excuse we need to break this up and get out of here without Vitale’s men thinking this is a set up.
I can hear Axel asking who won because he wants to collect his winnings. Fucking Axel, he’s an arsehole. Yeah, I said arsehole.
We hightail it back to the clubhouse with Milanas nicely settled in the van. Mission accomplished. I high-five Garth and he smirks while wiping his face with an old rag he found in the glovebox.
“Wonder if we can do that again sometime soon?” Garth asks, and Buzz laughs along with me, because it looks like Garth is as crazy as the rest of us.