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  “No need to apologize. I want to get my old lady home and rested. She has been working double shifts at the hospital. I’ve barely seen her for more than a few minutes,” Breaker says.

  “I totally understand. I remember those days,” I reply.

  He looks confused with what I said. I guess Charlotte didn’t tell him that we used to work together in a hospital.

  “Don’t look so confused Breaker, Charlotte and I used to work together in a hospital before she moved back this way after school,” I reply. He looks even more confused.

  “Alright, let’s get going. Girly, I loved seeing you. You have to come by our place next time. I’m so happy that you are staying so close. Do you want us to pick you up for the barbeque?”

  “I think that would be a good idea. I don’t want her walking into the clubhouse alone. Especially since we have other chapters in,” Breaker says.

  “Okay. Should I bring anything?” I ask.

  “Tres Leches,” Charlotte blurts out.

  I laughingly reply, “You sure?”

  “Sorry, I haven’t had your Tres Leches in such a long time. Oh my gosh Breaker, you have to try this cake. It’s three milks, and it’s moist and ughhh I want it now.”

  “Alright, I will bring some Tres Leches.”

  “You can bring anything you want, but everything is covered. There is going to be so much fucking food,” Breaker says.

  I walk them to the door and hug Charlotte goodbye. I make sure to lock the door behind me. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I plan on working on the plans and mockups for the restaurant. I want to be able to show them what it’s going to look like. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to my work.

  Chapter 5

  Winger

  It’s been a few days since Sam came into the town to design and decorate the restaurant. I’m fucking anxious to see what is going on in that pretty little head of hers. I’ve been visiting her at the restaurant to see if I can get a peek and to work on some finishing touches, but she’s been keeping to herself. I want to know what she’s come up with. I can feel that it’s going to be fucking awesome.

  It’s also been days since I’ve gotten laid. I usually get into something warm every night.

  I’m brought out of my thoughts by banging on my room door. The brothers and I all keep rooms here in the clubhouse just in case we can’t get home on time. I have a home pretty close to here, but I spend most of my nights at the clubhouse. I don’t like the silence too much and there is always something going on here at the clubhouse.

  “Winger, you shithead, open up.”

  “What the fuck do you want?” I get up and open the door. I already know its Tank by the way he was banging on the door.

  “Breaker is calling church now.”

  “Shit. What the fuck is going on that he’s calling church right now? It’s too fucking early.”

  I grab my shirt and cut and walk towards the room where we hold church. The fucker doesn’t even wait for me. I finish putting on my shirt when I notice Sam sitting in church. She is staring at my stomach with her mouth hanging open.

  Breaker and the rest of the brothers are sitting down except for Rock. I move to my seat next to Buzz.

  “Whose she?” It’s Rock, he’s walking in.

  “Sit down, you fuckheads. This is Sam, she is the designer working on the restaurant.” Breaker cuts in.

  “What’s going on Pres?” I ask.

  “Sam here is going to show us what she came up with,” Breaker says.

  “I can’t wait. Why didn’t you tell me about this meeting?” I ask.

  “I did you shithead, I sent out a text message to each of you,” Breaker says.

  “Alright, are you guys done having a pissing contest or do I need to wait before I can start this? No disrespect Breaker, I’m excited to show you what I came up with.” This time it was Sam.

  “No offense taken. Let’s get this show on the road,” Breaker says smirking.

  Sam begins a presentation using a program that shows us a perfect replica of the restaurant all designed and decorated. It’s amazing. I can’t help but stare at her as she talks. She could be super attractive if she wore something other than the baggy clothes she has on. I don’t get the feeling that this is what she normally wears, she is hiding. From what? I don’t know.

  After 20 minutes she’s done.

  “Do you have any questions?” Sam asks.

  “I do, what program did you use?” Rock asks.

  “It’s a program I developed.” She laughs. “Are there any questions related to the restaurant design?” she asks again shaking her head.

  “How long and how much is this going to cost?” Breaker asks.

  “It shouldn’t take me longer than a month to actually get this all done. The bare bones of the restaurant are amazing. Winger did a great job and gave me the perfect clean slate to work off of. As for money, it will cost a bit more than what you gave me for a budget,” she says.

  “How much more?” I ask.

  “$2,580 dollars more.” She bites her lip. “Is that okay? I did do a mockup without the $2,580 added. Do you want to see it?”

  Breaker puts his hand up signaling her to stop talking. “That’s it? I thought you were going to tell me like twenty grand more or something.”

  “No, it’s a restaurant, I’m not trying to be that expensive.”

  “You should be,” Rock says.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asks glaring at him.

  “Hey, nothing, I just mean that you are good at what you do and you should totally be charging more or at least putting a little aside for yourself,” Rock says.

  “The cost of the restaurant includes my fee,” Sam replies.

  “What?” Breaker asks. Looking a little pissed.

  “The quote I gave you, it includes my fee. I broke this all down for you guys, remember?” Sam says with her hands on her hips.

  “What did she quote you Pres?” I ask.

  Breaker writes down a figure on paper. All the brothers pass it around and take a look. I finally get it and see that she isn’t taking much for herself.

  “What the fuck, you ain’t getting anything for yourself,” I say.

  “It’s enough,” she says.

  “All in favor of increasing her fee for this design say, ‘Aye’,” Breaker asks.

  All the brothers say a collective, “Aye.”

  “Hey, I didn’t ask you to increase my fee. It’s fine the way it is,” Sam says. I can see that she won’t back down from this. She’s going to have to, Pres is setting his foot down.

  “It’s done. You will get this number for yourself.” Breaker writes down another number and passes it along to the brothers again.

  “All in favor of that number say, ‘Aye’,” Breaker asks.

  Again there is a collective, “Aye.”

  “What’s the number?” She walks over to me and yanks the paper out of my hands. “Are you nuts? I won’t take this,” She says.

  “You will take it and that’s final,” I say back to her.

  “You will take at least half off that number or I….” she says.

  “Or you what?” I ask.

  “Or you can find yourself another designer,” she says crossing her arms across her chest. Damn, she is stacked up on top, how did I not notice this before?

  “You are willing to walk away from a large amount of money just because it’s too much?” I ask.

  “Yes, that’s not what I quoted you, and I’m not comfortable taking that amount of money for a job that isn’t that large. So, you will decrease my fee to where I am comfortable or I walk. You boys decide. I’m leaving.” Sam gets up and walks towards the door.

  “Stop,” Breaker says.

  “Are we playing ball or do I need to catch the next flight home?” she asks.

  “Fine. I will take half off what I wrote down,” Breaker says.

 
; “Great.” She walks over to Breaker and shakes his hand.

  “You’re walking a fine line Sam. I don’t take disrespect easy. Watch how you speak with the brothers outside this room, they aren’t as friendly. I guess you could say the brothers in this room all know you’re my old lady’s friend and know you’re not familiar with our lifestyle, so we can take it. But them…” he points outside church doors. “…they don’t, so watch it,” Breaker says. I was waiting for him to say something.

  Sam takes a huge gulp. “Fine. Thank you for your attention gentlemen, I will see you later,” she says and walks out.

  “What the fuck just happened? I feel like we just got our asses handed to us by a little lady,” I say.

  “I want her to design the restaurant. The mockup was fucking amazing. If she doesn’t want a ton of money then fine, we will find another way to pay her for what she is doing. Everyone, watch her. That mouth of hers is going to get her in trouble if she isn’t careful,” Breaker warns.

  “I definitely did not think she had a mouth on her, when we first met she was very quiet,” I say adjusting my pants.

  Tank smacks my head. “Get the thoughts out of your head, no fucking the designer. Got it? Wait until the job is done. If you want to get your kicks then fine, but no one touches her in the meantime,” Tank says.

  “Is that an order VP?” I ask. Tank rarely gives orders.

  “Yes, that is an order from your VP and your president,” Breaker cuts in.

  Well, shit, she was getting my pants all riled up. “Fine. Y’all know me, I just fuck and run. No same pussy for more than a day,” I say. I don’t want to fuck things up, so I won’t touch.

  “Alright, anyone else got something to say or are we done here?” Buzz asks. He has been quiet the whole meeting.

  “Meeting adjourned,” Breakers says.

  I get up and head out to my bike. I’m stopped by a club bitch on my way out. I’ve never seen her before.

  “Who are you?” I ask. She has brown hair, blue eyes and from what I can see she has real titties. Something I bet Sam has. She isn’t wearing very much, her skirt is super short and the top she is wearing is showing the bottoms of her tits.

  “I’m Leah,” she says leaning into me and touching up my arms. Shit, it’s been too long, I’m ready for this bitch. My dick is getting hard on instinct.

  “Nice to meet ya Leah. What brings you here?”

  She leans in and whispers, “I was extremely horny and wet and in need of something hard and long.” She nibbles my ear.

  “Is that so?”

  She grabs my hand and puts it under her skirt to touch her pussy. She is clean shaven and wet. I move my finger towards her entrance.

  “See.” She grabs my finger that was just inside her and sucks on it. “Mmmm.”

  “You wanna come back to my room?”

  “I thought you would never ask.” She grabs my hand and leads me towards my bedroom. This bitch is going to get the fucking of her life. I haven’t had me a good pussy in a long time. Kinda weird that she knows where my room is, but I don’t give a fuck, I need this.

  We get to my room and I immediately take off my shirt and pants.

  “Take it all off. I wanna see those tits.” She walks seductively towards me and strips off her clothes. She removes her panties, and she is just as imagined, clean and bare. I stroke my cock as she moves to remove her bra.

  “Yes, touch those titties for me.” She starts squeezing and pinching her nipples.

  She moves to kiss me on the mouth but I move my face away. “I don’t kiss on the mouth baby. You can kiss me and touch me anywhere else you like, except there.”

  She pouts, “Fine.” She moves to my neck and starts kissing and sucking on my neck and chest. She reaches my nipples and sucks on them lightly. I grab her titties and squeeze.

  “I knew they were real,” I say with a smirk. I bring my mouth down to her tits and push them together and suck on her nipples.

  “Yes, baby harder, bite them harder,” she moans. I won’t deny her pleasure.

  We move towards my bed and she moves to suck my cock. I notice when she leans down she has a tattoo on her back. It takes me a minute to figure out what it is.

  “What the fuck!?” I move away immediately. She has a Lucifer’s Apostle MC property tattoo on her back.

  “Don’t worry about it, it was my old man’s,” she says trying to move towards me.

  I grab her and turn her around. She has the fucking property tattoo for the Lucifer’s Apostles MC.

  I grab her clothes and throw them at her.

  “Did they send you over here to spy on us?”

  She looks at me with a mean scowl on her face and doesn’t say anything.

  “Answer me bitch!” I practically yell.

  “I don’t have to do anything.” She yells back.

  I hear knocking and banging on my door. “Winger, what the fuck is going on in there?” It’s Breaker.

  I move to the door and open it up. “Shit man, put some clothes on, I don’t want to see your dick hanging out,” Breaker says.

  “You wanna know what the fuck is going on? This bitch is an old lady for a Lucifer’s Apostle. Look at her motherfucking back.” I grab her and turn her around.

  “What the fuck? Who sent you?” Breaker says.

  “Answer me bitch or you’re going to wish you didn’t exist. Call Buzz.”

  As soon as he says Buzz, her face changes immediately. “Please wait, no, I’ll tell you anything you want.”

  “You better not lie to me you fucking spy bitch,” Breakers says.

  “Fucking shit. Finish getting dressed,” I say. I grab my phone and dial Buzz.

  “Fucker, what do you want? I’m with Liz right now,” Buzz says.

  “Get over to the clubhouse now, we have a fucking spy bitch from the Lucifer’s Apostles. Pres wants you over here to make sure we’re getting the truth from this weasel.”

  Breaker calls Tank and tells him to call Rock. He grabs my shirt and throws it at me.

  “Put some fucking clothes on, I’ve seen enough of your wang for a lifetime.”

  I grab my shirt and put it on, followed by my pants.

  Breaker walks over to the bitch Leah and grabs her purse. “Let’s see what we have in here.” He dumps it all out. “Did you check her for any wires?”

  “I had her ass naked, she didn’t have anything on her. Except that ugly ass tattoo.”

  “It’s not ugly, you shithead.”

  “Don’t talk, I didn’t give you permission,” Breaker says.

  “Where is she?” Buzz asks walking into my room followed by Tank and Rock.

  “Meet Leah, Lucifer’s Apostle property.”

  “You sure know how to pickem don’t you Winger,” Tank says.

  “Shut the fuck up. How was I supposed to know trash was brought into our club?” I say.

  Buzz has a duffle with him. It’s probably full of his toys as he calls them. This fuck is a human lie detector and loves to torture people. I know he isn’t going to hurt a woman, but he is going to use them to scare her. Our Sergeant at Arms has a reputation in the MC community for being ruthless. Apparently it extends to the old ladies, too.

  “Oh my god, what are you going to do to me?” She starts crying.

  “That all depends on you and if you tell us the truth. Remember, I know when you are lying,” Buzz answers as he picks up some weird wheel with spikes as he grabs her wrist. No doubt feeling for her heart rate.

  “Okay, please don’t hurt me.” She grabs a pen and paper from my side table and writes down that there are a few microphones around.

  We spend 2 hours talking to her. She spills it all. She is just some club whore, apparently Lucifer’s Apostles are branding all of their club whores. They sent her here to listen in on us. Apparently, they know about the transport we are going to do and they want it. She was scared out of her mind. Rock went over the cl
ubhouse and started taking down microphones. He is going to finish sweeping the rest of the clubhouse for any devices that may be broadcasting out.

  We ended up giving her a contact name for someone that can help her. They were abusing her mentally and physically, and they said they were going to hurt her family if she didn’t do what they said.

  I still can’t believe these fucks are branding women even though they aren’t their old ladies. That brand tattoo is the greatest gift a woman can accept and a brother can give to his old lady. It also is a symbol to never fuck with another man’s old lady.

  We are about to leave my room and bring Leah to the contact we have for a shelter when she stops us.

  “There is one more thing I need to tell you,” she says.

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “They know who your old ladies are. They had a guy watching who enters and leaves. I would keep them close until you guys finish your run.”

  That makes my blood run cold. There is an unwritten law that you don’t mess with the old ladies and if you do, it means war. I walk her out to the front gates of the clubhouse. Right when we set foot outside someone begins shooting at us. I drop on top of her.

  “Stay down and don’t move,” I say. She nods her head.

  There are more gunshots. I can’t really tell where they are coming from, the sun is so bright it is blinding me. Whoever these fucks are, they are going to pay. After what feels like fucking eternity it stops and I hear at least 3 bikes riding away. I scramble up to my feet and check to see if I can see anything.

  It’s only when I hear screaming that I turn back and see Sam feeling Leah’s back while Breaker’s old lady Charlotte is holding a cloth against her stomach. Where the fuck did they come from?

  Chapter 6

  Sam

  I cannot believe what is happening right now. I ended my meeting with the Corrupted Saints, and Charlotte was there when I walked out and called me into the kitchen. We started talking and cooking up some food when we heard gunshots firing from the front of the clubhouse.

  “Char put pressure on her stomach, she’s bleeding out. I’m going to flip her to see if it went through.” We flip her over and thankfully the bullet went through. I check the rest of her back, it’s clear. As soon as we flip her over, she loses consciousness.