Page 12 of Vetting the Biker

“It’s not just because of you. I’m breathing and it’s a problem.” Chief pulls me aside to have a talk with me while Chase and a few guys talk in a circle.

“Jenna, I’ve always been straight with you. You know about The Wild Jesters. There are a lot of rumors out there about us. We don’t run drugs or guns. We do own property where we grow our own weed, give it away to those in need of it, plus we sell it at the dispensary we own in Illinois. We also own two strip clubs, and we protect our dancers. You know I don’t allow disrespect to women at all. There are a lot of rules within the strip clubs. The Wild Jesters are about the community. We build houses, help find douchebag parents who don’t pay child support, protect battered spouses, and show up to court when they have to testify. We all have jobs but enjoy the bike ride.”

“So, you’re here to protect me from my ex-husband?” Chief starts to open his mouth, but my phone rings.

“It’s your piece of shit, ex. Answer it but leave it to the speaker, please.” Chase hands the phone to me, and I answer it.

“Hel…” I don’t even get the complete sentence out.

“Are you whoring it up for the bikers now! Being the slut I know you were in our marriage?” Robert screams over the phone at me. I look up after hearing some commotion. Chief, or Battle Axe, as he’s called, is pulling Chase away. A man with the patch that says Eagle is in front of me, signaling for me to continue. He looks so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on how I know him.

“What are you talking about, Robert?” I mean, does he have someone watching my office and not just my home? I look around where I’m standing, trying to find someone who doesn’t belong.

“So, you’re denying there are three large men outside your house right now, being the liar I know you are?” What in the fuck is going on? Am I in some parallel world?

“Robert, you need to get help. We’ve been divorced for a while, and who I date or don’t date is none of your business.” I’m tired of this asshole controlling my life. “All you need to worry about is taking care of our son when he’s with you, and everything else is none of your business, and it never will be.”

“Listen here, bitch, if some scum bag gang banger is around my son—” Now it’s Chase’s turn to interrupt.

“Listen, dick smack, motorcycle club members are not gang bangers!” I’m so pissed off because I made the assumption about the MC myself and immediately assumed the same thing about MCs being gang bangers or up to no good. If people really took the time to research, they would see how much good is done in the community, too.

“Well, I will get my son full time and you’ll never see him again.” Then the line goes dead, and as if he has a homing beacon, Chase catches me before I can fall.

“It’s okay, babe. I got you. We’ve all got you.” His kiss on the top of my head sends goose bumps down my arms, and his smell of woodsy cologne and leather is an on switch to my libido. I hear him laugh, not realizing I am practically rubbing my head against his chest like a cat.

“I’m sorry! Goodness, I need to get a hold of myself.” Which then causes more laughing from the group with me. Right now, humor is my shield. I’m terrified. “I need to call my lawyer; what if Robert doesn’t bring my son home to me? How does he know you guys are here? Who is following me?” I’m rambling, and my hands shake, trying to call Ed. Chase places his hands on top of mine.

“Let’s go inside.” Chase takes the phone from me and places his hand on my lower back as we walk into my house. Matilda greets us. He’s been here a few times, so he knows his way around my downstairs of the house. We haven’t ventured to sex yet, which is nerve-wracking, but is going to be worth the wait. “Want some tea?”

“Yes, please.” Chase makes his way to the kitchen. I sit down in my oversized recliner. “I need to call Ed.” I find his name in the recent calls.

“Hello, Jenna. I’m filing the paperwork with the court now.” Chief asks me to put it on speakerphone.

“He called me. The vile things he said to me. In not so many words, he told me he wasn’t giving me Wesley back because I’m whoring around. He either has someone following me or a camera installed somewhere in the house, my car, and my vet office.” I can’t stop the tears from falling. Losing Wesley to Robert has always been my fear.

“He legally can’t keep Wesley from you. He knows what will happen to him. When is your sister supposed to meet with your ex-mother-in-law?”

“I don’t even know. I’ll find out.” I usually have all my ducks in a row, but due to all this shit, my ducks turned to squirrels, and they are doing shots of Redbull.

“Ed?” Chief comes to stand next to me. I look up at him.

“Battle?” Chief takes the phone from me.

“So, you know, you were my next call.” They both laugh. “We’ll be there once we get the information. I’ll have Eagle there.” This whole situation with the bikers is confusing to me. I sigh as they talk about me like I’m not even here. I get up to head into the kitchen and see Chase standing in my kitchen.

“You okay?” He opens his arms for me. I step into his embrace, and I cry in his arms.

Gathering my thoughts, I look up into his eyes. “What if I lose my son? Robert might not bring him back.” He pulls me back and I continue sobbing into his chest. I don’t even care how unattractive I am or the tear stains are on his shirt at this point. My son is my world.

“You will not lose Wesley; I promise you that. This is what we do. Trust us.” He rests his chin on my head. I sigh.

“Once this is all over, you are going to explain what this club does. I never knew you were a part of it.” He slowly nods, seeming like he is almost afraid to speak. Will this break us before we even start? I wonder if it’s what he is thinking. I break free from his grasp when I hear my name being called from the next room. “I’d better go check on that.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. I need to reassure him being a part of The Wild Jesters doesn’t change how I feel about him. I know roughly what they do and how much good they put into the community for those who cannot protect themselves.

Chase

Iwant to rip the dick off that man and then make him gag on it. Who uses a child as a weapon? What a lowlife piece of shit. The tea is done, and I bring it to Jenna, who is in her living room surrounded by my family. Battle is on his phone and getting a game plan together. Battle Axe motions for me to follow him into the kitchen. I go and prepare for what he has to say to me.

“What did you say, man?” I look him in the eyes this time as he repeats,

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