Page 24 of Spice's Halloween

Spice glared, and I could tell he was trying to decide which part of what I’d just said to deal with. While he worked it out, I left the living room. Despite arguments that Spice be brought to my house, Fists and Pipes had dropped him at his. That meant I would stay here.

Fists had been kind enough to escort me home after I’d expressed a fear of being alone. He’d waited in my room, alert and clearly on guard, as I packed a case and gathered toiletries. After walking me to Spice’s house, Fists returned and walked through my home and ensured everything was locked up. After wishing me luck, Fists ran from the house as Spice bitched loudly. It had been rather funny.

I was making a casserole and homemade bread and had just reached the kitchen when Spice shouted his reply.

“When I get you naked, you better be hyped up, baby. Because I will fuck you all night long,” he bellowed.

“At the moment, you wouldn’t last thirty seconds. So shut up and behave if you want to show me you can last that long,” I retorted, and Spice snorted.

I laughed at Spice’s disgust and continued to make dinner.

Spice – The past.

Lindy had a mouth on her, and fuck if it didn’t turn me on. As much as I dished out, Lindy handed it straight back and with more attitude than me. I was in a constant state of hardness and had to keep a blanket over my lap, or she’d see what she was doing to me.

Lindy sassed me at every opportunity and even did it in front of my brothers, who were highly amused. Berserker made themistake of calling Lindy a ballbuster to her face, and now she’d bust his balls whenever she saw the chance. The club loved her, albeit differently than I did.

Lindy differed from the simpering women at the club that hung around. There were three types: whores, barflies, and braggers. The whores serviced the brothers, and we looked after them. But they’d never be on the back of a bike with a property cut.

The barflies were women who appeared to attempt to hook a man. The braggers were those who slummed for one night. Lindy was none of those, so we were all taken by her.

Lindy was a true old lady. Respectful and loyal, but she’d bust our balls at the drop of a hat. Lindy understood how far to push and didn’t cross a boundary.

Four days had passed since the shooting, and my house had frequent visitors coming and going. There was envy in their eyes when my brothers looked at me.

Lindy had made so many cookies and cupcakes I thought I was opening a fuckin’ bakery. But as soon as one of my brothers arrived, coffee and snacks appeared. Add to the fact she baked like a dream, my brothers were in heaven. And they usually wrangled lunch and dinner, too.

Lindy didn’t seem to care. She loved having so many of us to look after. I was a lucky fuck and realised it. Lindy wasn’t even slumming, and she genuinely enjoyed being around us. It was when Lindy chided Berserker for stomping mud all over the clean floor I knew she was a keeper and was buying into our life.

Lindy looked at our president with respect and caring but wasn’t afraid of him. Berserker treated her, in turn, like an annoying little sister. Lindy was everything I’d desired and didn’t think I deserved. Fuck, even now, I couldn’t believe Lindy was into me as much as I was her. And it showed my brothers that they, too, could claim a good woman. Gave everyone hope.

I was chatting shit with Crusher, Evil, and Heat when Fists walked in. Fists’ expression caught my attention.

“You have him,” I murmured.

“Yup. Higgins is in the Hideaway, where he can scream all he wants. Nobody can hear,” Fists said with a grin.

Years ago, we’d soundproofed the Hideaway. Screams in a graveyard would bring all sorts of nosey fucks out.

“Let Higgins sweat. I’ll tell Lindy I need to attend a club meeting tomorrow,” I replied.

Crusher raised an eyebrow. “Lindy has you pussy whipped?”

“Nah, brother. It’s more about courtesy. Lindy’s looked after my sorry ass all week, and I ain’t gonna disrespect that or her care. She’s bent over backwards and doesn’t even have a property cut on yet.”

“Spoken to Berserker?” Fists asked.

“Next time we’re in church. Lindy’s one in a million. I’d be a fool to let her go,” I replied.

“Glad to hear that,” Lindy stated, entering and handing Fists a beer.

He took it, and Lindy handed the rest of us a bottle before leaving and returning with a huge dish of nachos.

“Holy crap,” Fists murmured as, moments later, she carried in a tray of cookies.

“Yeah, he’d be a fuckin’ idiot to let her go,” Crusher said, tucking in.

“Yup, Spice would be a big fuckin’ idiot. Like he thinks he can sneak out and tell me he’s got a meeting tomorrow. If you got shit to do, Spice, then do it, but don’t ever lie to me about it,” Lindy stated, placing her hands on her hips. She gazed down at me sternly.

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