Stalker
Our club tried to make Thanksgiving as homey as possible for Daya, Breezy, and Stryder. However, it was clear if you looked hard enough, they were hurting, and none of us blamed them.
Predator, Stryder, and I called Bull Tuesday night before heading to bed to discuss what Stryder’s visit to Jess exposed.
Bull hadn’t been happy. He agreed it would be best if none of us had contact with Jess.
And the rest of the club would be updated the following day.
Most of us were working the day before Thanksgiving.
Those who weren’t were on babysitting or errand duty.
The women were cooking and baking up a storm, and it hadn’t started a mere day before the holiday.
I was relieved to see Breezy and Daya get lost in the preparations. Stryder admitted that they usually did so on the major holidays, and even though it was typically only the four of them, they went big.
It had been a loud, hectic, though fun day.
The Thanksgiving Day parade played on the big screen early in the morning.
The bigger kids watched parts of it in between playing.
Even some of us guys did. We were at the disposal of those making the feast between the parade, the kids, and those watching football.
Cleanup detail wasn’t left only to Ivan and Keenan.
The food was incredible as usual. When we were stuffed, or at least from round one, we made the ladies sit and put up their feet. It was while we were gathered afterward that Outlaw stood up and yelled for our attention.
He had a smiling Tarin by his side. They’d stood up from the couch where they were seated. I exchanged a grin with Predator. I bet I knew what it was about based on the way Outlaw gave Tarin an extra tender look.
“It’s a special day, and since we have all of you here, Tarin and I have an announcement to make.
Some of you have been asking when Melody would become a big sister.
Well, our answer is at the end of next July.
My Jewel is two months along, so we have no idea what we’re having yet, but we’ll tell everyone once we do.
We’re so thankful for this baby and all of you,” Outlaw announced, putting his hand on Tarin’s still flat stomach.
The pride on Bear’s face told us that he and his old lady, Ilara, had already been told.
It made sense they knew, since Bear was Tarin’s dad and Ilara was her stepmom.
Everyone was talking over each other as we congratulated the family.
There were hugs, kisses, and back slaps.
Breezy and Daya were as happy as the rest of us.
Another baby to add to the Warrior family.
It made me think of what was done on Monday.
Predator and I asked the members to vote on Daya becoming our old lady.
It was time. Of course, they all said yes.
We asked them to keep it quiet. We wanted to surprise her with the news when her property cut came.
Player, as our club secretary, placed those orders.
We’d told him this morning what to put on her cut after we’d found the perfect nickname for her.
I thought of the conversation we had last night while we relaxed in bed together. We’d gotten done making love and were curled up together. It was Predator who brought up the topic.
“Hey, Dolcezza, I’ve been thinking about a nickname for you—one like what the other old ladies have.”
Daya lifted her head from the pillow and gave him a curious glance after she met my gaze. “What is it?” There was excitement in her voice.
“Hailstorm. And the reason is you came into our lives out of nowhere and hit us like a storm. You dented our hard exteriors to get inside our hearts like hail dents, so you’re our hailstorm.”
It was kinda poetic for him, and I thought it was the perfect analogy to what she did to both of us.
“That’s a perfect analogy, brother. Hailstorm it is.” I high-fived him.
She didn’t reply for a few moments, then a grin appeared. “I like it. Hailstorm it is.”
Satisfaction filled me. We now had her official club name—time to give that property cut order to Player in the morning. We’d have it before Christmas. I couldn’t wait to see our names on her back.
“I’m so happy for them,” Breezy exclaimed.
“So are we. One of these days, that’ll be your sister,” Predator tells her.
“Whoa, we talked about this. We have a few things to accomplish first,” Daya reminded us.
“We know, but once they are, look out,” I warn her.
Stryder overheard us, leading to him and Breezy teasing Daya about what she’d be like pregnant.
She informed them that, when she was, she expected daily foot rubs, chocolate, and fruit from all of us.
Predator and I got in on the fun, which made us crack up even more.
They let go of all thoughts of where Marshall was or of the rift with Jess.
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The club usually closes our businesses, except for a few, the day after Thanksgiving, making it a four-day weekend.
The only ones that we didn’t close were The Dark Angel, our bar/restaurant, and Angel’s Delights, our bakery.
Salvation Security had the monitoring staff on duty, but that was it.
The staff who worked at those places received a bonus.
We rarely had difficulty finding people to work. They appreciated the extra money.
It being Black Friday today, some of the women wanted to go shopping.
They wanted to brave the Black Friday crowds.
Breezy and Daya were among them. With no idea where Marshall was still, Predator and I went along.
We wouldn’t send that many of our old ladies out without a few guys along.
Sometimes, they attracted attention that was less than pleasant.
Along with Predator and me, there were Ace and Keenan. The other women who went were Devyn, Sage, Aspen, Brae, and Tarin. The kids were either with their dads or with other club family members.
We got an early start, but not before the crack of dawn.
That shit was insane in my book. I doubted that a few early-bird sales were worth the loss of sleep.
Thankfully, the ladies agreed. We chose to make the trek to Chattanooga.
It was not much over an hour away. We could’ve gone to Knoxville or Nashville, too.
However, the women said they went there regularly, and they wanted to explore Chattanooga.
The weather wasn’t terrible, so we rode our bikes. Devyn rode with Ace, and Daya rode with Predator. She’d ride back with me. The extra-large SUV was big enough to haul the other women, with Keenan at the wheel. They should have enough room for whatever they bought.
It was Daya’s first long ride with us. A couple of times around the compound wasn’t enough. We made sure she was bundled up for the journey. Even with the temperature hitting fifty degrees, it would be cold on the bike.
Predator and I rode side by side. Ace was behind the SUV. Last night, the women decided which stores to hit and laid out the order of their visits. Aside from going along when I was a prospect, I had never been one to shop this way. It was enlightening to watch.
The main ones they were buying for were the kids and miscellaneous family members. Tarin and Brae had their old men on their lists. It was a good experience for Predator and me because we got to see things that Breezy and Daya admired. It gave us things to order for them later at home.
We went to two stores, spending hours before stopping for lunch. After we were finished eating, it was off to the next stop. Unless they decided on somewhere else, it would be our last store of the day. The back of the SUV was already pretty packed. I knew saddlebags would likely be used as well.
By the time we finished shopping, everyone was tired and ready to go home.
The back of the vehicle was packed, and even a few things were in saddlebags as predicted.
On the return ride, I enjoyed the feeling of Daya pressed against me.
Predator gave me a thumbs-up when she got on the bike with me.
The feel of her tits pressed into my back, her arms tight around my middle, and the knowledge that her pussy was pressed against my hips had me partially hard.
If it had been just her and me, or the three of us, I would have found a spot along the way to pull off and bend Daya over my bike.
That idea I filed away for a future time.
We were leisurely making our way up State Route 111.
It was a secondary road that had less traffic than the main highways.
The sun was still out, but sinking fast. I was so into enjoying my woman on my bike that when the sound came, it took me a few seconds to recognize it.
Based on the way Daya shouted for me to weave, she recognized it nearly right away.
Predator dropped behind us. I saw in my mirror that he was making serpentine movements.
The SUV had dropped back. I couldn’t see Ace and Devyn.
The pinging sounds told me bullets were hitting something.
“Steady,” Daya shouted.
The next thing I knew, my woman was standing on the back foot pegs and firing a gun off to the left.
I knew she was carrying, but I hadn’t expected her to do that.
I saw Predator doing the same. With Daya on my bike, I was afraid to take a hand off the handlebars.
If it had been only me, I wouldn’t have worried about going down.
However, I had precious cargo to protect.
It didn’t matter that she was in warrior woman mode.
I saw the flash of a muzzle fire now that I knew where to look. Up on the ridge above us, a vehicle roof was visible behind the flash. Suddenly, Predator shot off, taking a narrow side road up the hill. I prayed he’d be alright and catch whoever it was. Only one person came to mind. Marshall Webb.