I found the whole gaggle of them out back near the pit and it didn’t take a genius to see what the fuck was going on. Of course none of their men were around to ride herd on their asses, except Clay and that fuck wasn’t any help.
“Dana Sue, front and center.” She passed the bag of whatever the fuck it is she was holding off to Melissa before dusting off her hands, throwing some kind of look towards the sheep who were squared off on one side while the wives and girlfriends were on the other. I’m a fucking referee in this bitch now?
“Yes Lawton?” She was giving me that snooty shit she’d learned in her fancy school but I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t appreciate the position she was putting me in. As much as I’ve tried to explain shit to her late at night while we were alone in bed, after the fireworks and her little high-strung ass was mellow, it seemed to have gone out the window. Or more like her new crew keeps putting shit in her head.
“What is it that you think you’re doing here?”
“You told me to handle it and so I am.” She folded her arms to which I raised my brow and she corrected that shit quick. I wasn’t about to dress her down in front of everyone, but we’d talked about this shit and she wasn’t listening too good so something had to be done.
“First, those women that got you to go against me in this shit, will not take your ass whipping for you, second, I told you more than once to leave this shit alone. Instead of listening to me, you have decided to force my hand. There’s a reason I told you to leave them alone they serve a fucking purpose and just because they’re called fucking sheep they’re still women, some of them with fucked up lives and fucked up stories.
This, is all they know, does that mean that we mistreat them for it? I told you to leave them alone.” She opened her mouth to tell me that shit about me telling her to handle shit again but she knew I wasn’t referring to this shit.
“Don’t even try it you knew I wasn’t talking about this shit. Now you’ve put me in a fucked up position, because to be fair to them I have to hurt you, and that pisses me the fuck off. “Lawton…”
“Go home.” I saw the tears gather and was fucking gutted. I waited until she walked away before turning to the others. “This shit ends today. I’m not a biker I don’t know fuck all about MC crews and calling women out their names and bullshit. This shit was forced on me due to circumstances beyond my control; as such this shit will be run my way.
No one here is to be mistreated I don’t give a fuck who they are. As long as they have been given entrance through those gates, until I say different, they’re family. Now these women usually take care of this shit whenever there is a get together. If you all want to join together and do this shit like rational fucking human beings, then so be it, otherwise put the fucking fire out right now.” What the fuck was so hard about that shit?
I was pissed the fuck off when I turned to walk away. I had no doubt that they would do what I said, but I’d already hurt her, which hurt the fuck out of me so there will be no celebration for me. Did she have to look like I’d gut punched her every time I said two words to her? I don’t know the first fuck about a wife, but I do know right from wrong.
Dana Sue had come from an abusive home, in fact that’s how I’d found her. So common sense says she should know better than to treat anyone with disrespect. Yet when it comes to the women on the ranch she gets her dander up. I know she wants them gone, she’s hinted at it more than once. But the women come with the territory.
When the men from around here decided that I was their leader the women came with them. Like I said, I’m not a biker but most of them were. They’d joined ranks because of their love for my dad and their hate for our mutual enemy and so I find myself the head of an impromptu family of bikers.
It was a weird mix. The men, who’d lived and worked on the ranch for years, were more cowboy than biker, but the two got along fine. But the women were a different ballgame altogether. And Dana Sue was a whole other breed. Yeah me!
I found her curled up in bed with tears streaming down her face, about what I’d expected. If I even look at her too hard she acts like I’ve betrayed her. I guess it’s going to take some time for both of us to get the hang of this marriage thing.
I kicked off my shoes and climbed into bed beside her, drawing her into my arms. I didn’t say anything for the longest, just held her and let her cry herself out. I keep telling myself to stop treating her with kid gloves, but then she does this shit and I’m back to seeing the young girl, broken and bruised on my front porch. It has been months since she first showed up here after her dad had worked her over. Sometimes it was hard to relate the two since she’d come such a long way from that girl. But underneath it all she was still that little girl who needed reassurance from me.
“Baby, stop that crying and listen to me. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings but you have to start listening to me when I talk. I’ve told you too many times to count that as my wife you can’t follow the others into every little hair-brained scheme they cook up. They don’t have the same responsibilities as you do. These men and women look to me for support and to lead them. You are an extension of me, so they’re looking to you for pretty much the same thing. Do you think you can get that through your head?”
I squeezed her shoulder when she kept quiet but I didn’t stop there. We’re a family here, these people had stood beside me at my lowest and darkest, it wouldn’t be fair to throw them out now. Before Clay, Brand and Travis’ women had moved here, it was the sheep that held down the fort.
They’d cooked and cleaned for the men, kept the home fires burning so to speak. I didn’t look too deeply into the lives they led other than to make sure no one fucked with them on my watch. What they chose to do was on them they’re all adults. But just because they’d chosen to lead less than stellar lives didn’t mean we had to treat them like scum.
She sniffed and held herself stiff, refusing to give an inch. “Listen to me. Melissa is my brother’s wife but she’s not in charge here, I am and as my wife you’re the head female. You have to set the example and I hope you take your cues from me and no one else. Those women have it harder than you do, instead of holding that against them, you should have pity on them and treat them the way you’d want to be treated. None of those women grew up wanting to be an empty vessel; at least I don’t think so.
I’m not telling you to become their best friend, but don’t mistreat them either. Turn around and look at me so I know you’ve heard me.” She was a pitiful mess when she turned around in my arms. “Oh baby.” I kissed her swollen eyes and felt my heart tear just a little at the lesson she’d had to learn.
Chapter 3
LAW
***
My fucking place was like a cold war after that. Her hardheaded ass can hold a grudge and she has her ways of letting her displeasure be known. I guess I didn’t take into consideration that she might be a little jealous of these women since I never gave her any reason to be. Her answer to my little speech was to lock herself away from the festivities and me, for the rest of the day.
I would’ve taken her ass to task for her petty behavior but got sidetracked by Brandon and Clay with their shit. “What is it now?” They cornered me in the office at the clubhouse where I’d gone to get the fuck away. I won’t ever admit it but I had made myself scarce too while the others were partying. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her spoilt ass farther by going out there.
“We’ve got a problem. Illyana just told me something that I think we need to move on before there’s trouble.” Brand looked ready to chew nails and I wondered what the fuck the hate brigade could’ve done in the last few hours to piss him off.
We’d snatched his soon to be mother in law, which meant the asshole grand fuckzard was going to be in my face again before long. Too bad for him he had no proof and the twisted fuck sheriff knew better than to cross my path again.
“What the hell are you talking about? I thought we were waiting to move on the asshole hate
brigade?” I threw the pen down on my desk and sat back with a sigh. It seems like I’ve been going in one direction or another since I came home to take care of my family’s murders, with never a moment’s peace.
My family! The pain is still raw, but here lately since I met and married Dana Sue, the mention of them didn’t give me that awful tightness in my chest like it used to. I’ll never forget them, never stop fighting for my own brand of justice for them, but I no longer have that haunted feeling, and I could attribute that to my Dana Sue. Dana Sue, pain in the ass.
“It’s not that bro, this is about that kid Creed left back here.”
“Creed?” I hadn’t heard from my old war buddy in a while. Not since he’d offered to take out my family’s killers when I first got back on domestic soil. This was the last thing I would’ve expected to hear today or any other day though.
I had to regroup and throttle back in my head. The kid wouldn’t be so much of a kid these days. If memory served she should be in her late teens by now, or a little older. I didn’t even know her like that. I just knew where her aunt lived and where she went to school.
Creed had asked me years ago to keep an ear and an eye out when he first adopted the kid or whatever the fuck it was he’d done, which I’d told him he was crazy for doing. This was the first time I’d even heard her mentioned. “What’s the kid done?” I figured I could just call Creed up and have him come take care of his shit. I am in no mood to deal with teenage bullshit, fucking females.
I had more than enough on my plate as it was, with the asshole sheriff and Royce’s piss-ant of a son. Add the fact that these fucks around here were up to some fuck behind my back and I was knee deep in my own shit. “It’s not what she’s done, but what she told my girl is being done to her.”
Brandon got my attention with that one, and the way the two of them were bristling I was sure this wasn’t going to be good. Aw fuck, what now? “Tell me.” That’s when they told me the story that Illyana had relayed to them, about the aunt’s lover sneaking into the kid’s room at night.
My first reaction was to go handle shit myself but knowing Creed he’d have an issue with that the fuck. “How sure are we about this?” I wasn’t about to get my boy involved in some shit that I knew was going to be trouble, unless I was sure that the shit was on the up and up.
After dealing with Dana Sue and her fuckery I know these women can make a mountain out of a molehill. “She seems pretty positive that it’s legit. She says the kid slipped, didn’t even mean to tell her and when she realized what she’d done she clammed up and wouldn’t say more. My girl’s pretty torn up about it and I’m not happy about that shit. On top of that if she gets it into her head to take care of it herself there’s going to be trouble.”
He didn’t have to say any more than that. I could just see Dana Sue jumping on that particular bandwagon. “I need this shit.” I had to give some thought as to how I was going to approach Creed with this fuckery because my boy ain’t the sanest motherfucker on a good day and something like this is just the type of shit to make him go ape.
When he’d asked me years ago to keep watch over his little girl, some kid he’d adopted in a parking lot of all places, I thought he was fucked in the head. I knew there was more to the story back then, but I guess out of respect for her he hadn’t gone into too much detail. Until the night six years later when he got fucked up on booze and spilled his guts.
So I know how he feels about this particular female. And if the story my boys had just told me had any truth to it, my little burg was about to get lit up. Justice Creed, fuck me. “How old is this kid anyone know?”
“Illyana said she’s twenty or something.” What the fuck was Creed waiting for? Did the kid not grow into what he’d expected or some fuck? I’d seen her maybe once in the last few years from a distance. I’d seen firsthand back then how he felt about her, because the fucker wouldn’t even formally introduce us. Like me, he didn’t want other dicks around what’s his. I don’t know how the fuck he expected me to keep an eye on her if I wasn’t even allowed in the same air space, but until now there hadn’t been any need for me to get involved in her life.
After his one night of trots of the mouth he hadn’t said anything to me about her, and truth be told I’d all but forgotten her existence until now. I had no doubt that he’d kept up his care of her though, no matter if his feelings had changed or not. That’s just the kind of man he is, and that’s why I know that if even half of this shit is true, this town is fucked.
“Thanks for bringing this to me, I’ll take it from here.” These fucks were itching for something to sink their teeth into since Junior the bitch was still in hiding and the out of town crew that was supposedly here to take me out hadn’t said or done anything as yet.
Blood thirsty bastards the whole lot of ‘em. Me I was just biding my time, waiting for my little mouse to come out of his hole so I can pick his ass off and get on with my life. “How’re things looking out there?” I motioned towards the noise I could hear in the distance where the men were enjoying their BBQ.
“Everything’s cool, the women are behaving themselves if that’s what you’re asking. I took mine to task and Kyle lit into Melissa so they’re a little down in the mouth but no one’s throwing any punches.” Poor Clayton, little does he know that tomorrow they’d be up to something else. I know my pain in the ass, as soon as she realizes I’m no longer mad at her she’ll be back to her shit again.
“Fine I want you two to keep an eye on Kyle and Travis. They’re up to some fuck and I think it has to do with the boys from outta town.” From the looks on their faces I guess I was killing two birds with one stone. If they’d had any thoughts of getting involved in that little raid they’d have to squelch them or risk my wrath. I smirked at them as they turned to leave.
I called Creed as soon as the coast was clear to give him a heads-up. “Justice, we’ve got a situation down here that concerns you.” No point in beating around the bush he’s gonna be pissed no matter how I word this shit.
“Yeah, what would that be? You changed your mind? Want me to take care of that little problem for you?”
“Nah, I’m on top of that, this is about your girl.” I held still and waited for the explosion, which never came.
Fuck, I could almost feel the chill coming through the phone. I knew that shit was worse. When he goes ice like that there’s no telling what the hotheaded fuck would do next and I hadn’t even told him the worse yet. Fuck me, one day, just one day when the world wasn’t trying to fuck me up the ass with a cattle prod.
“What about my girl?” I gave him the info as it had been told to me and offered to go take care of it for him since I was closer, but as I knew he would, he waved me off. He hung up before I could say much more and I rubbed the strain between my eyes. This was not going to turn out well.
I played around with the idea of meeting him halfway though it would be the middle of the night by the time he arrived. I had no doubt that he’d be on his way here as soon as we hung up. I should probably head him off and try to calm the situation, but then I thought of myself in his place. Fuck if I’d let someone stand in my way. And if the old nasty fuck was up to what it sounded like, he deserved to have the likes of Creed on his ass.
***
I closed out the books that I’d been working on, before going to look in on my pain in the ass. She’d had more than enough time to get over her shit. The yard was empty and the place looked damn near deserted. Everyone except the security on the gate was at the BBQ. I felt the weight of her sadness on my shoulders at the reminder. The first real get-together since she’d been here and she missed it. Stubborn fuck.
“Dana Sue?” she wasn’t in the front room and the house was in total darkness. My heart gave a sickening lurch before I reminded myself that she couldn’t get in or out without someone seeing her. If she’d gone anywhere I would’ve been told, no need to panic. No one can get to her here Law.
I breathed easy a
s I made my way to our bedroom and eased the door open. There was a mountain of tissue on the night table and I guess the lump under the covers on her side of the bed was my wife. From the way she was hugging the edge of the bed I guess she was sending a message that I was to stay on my side away from her. Good luck with that shit.
I rolled my eyes as I kicked off my boots and pulled my shirt over my head, before shedding my jeans. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand and turned to her, pulling her into me covers and all. She mumbled some shit in her sleep, probably something to annoy my ass. I’d left her alone for the rest of the afternoon after our little tiff, but now it was time to heal the breech. I don’t like her being mad at me and freezing me out. I like her smiling and getting into shit, and getting on my damn nerves.
I unwrapped her and had her on her back with me lying between her spread thighs and her panties pushed to the side before she had her eyes opened fully. “Hi baby.” I took her lips before she could start her shit if she was so inclined. She tried freezing me out by keeping her lips sealed.
“Still mad at me huh.” I nuzzled from her cheek to her ear while letting my hands roam freely over her chest and down between her thighs. I knew just how to touch her to get her out of her funk, and since I wasn’t in the mood to fight for the pussy, I figured I’d sweeten her ass up a bit to get her on board.
I fed her my tongue while letting my fingers draw her essence from her body. She wasn’t sophisticated enough to control her body’s responses, though she gave it her best shot. “Move against my fingers.” I licked her cheek and nipped the corner of her mouth while driving my fingers deeper. “Open.” It wasn’t long before her moans broke free but she bit her lip to keep them hidden.
Her pussy sucked at my digits like she was hungry. She felt tighter, swollen. “Are you still sore baby?” She turned her face away, still in a snit but that didn’t stop me. “You want my mouth? Is that it?” I laughed at her red face before making my way slowly down her body with my mouth, taking little nips here and there on her inner thighs to warm her up.
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