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BILF: I’d wear something of yours but Axel would give me shit if I wore your panties. He’s judgmental like that.

Me: Okay, that made me laugh! You can’t see me but you just gave me the biggest smile. And some usable material for shower time.

BILF: Just shower time? Come on, I’m worth more than just then!

Me: And bedtime. Does that make you feel better?

BILF: I feel so dirty and used. And yet, I like it!

Me: Omg, I can’t believe I said that. Now I’m embarrassed!

BILF: Don’t be. But you need to give more details. Now is good for me, please.

Me: I have to go now! Bedtime.

BILF: Are you going to bring me out to play? You know, since it’s bedtime.

Me: Maybe. Nite nite, Pooh!

BILF: Sweet dreams, darlin’. See you tomorrow.

I put my phone down on my nightstand and smile as I open the drawer and pull out my favorite toy. With thoughts of Pooh, I have a great bedtime routine lined up for tonight.

Pooh

Pippa has put a permanent smile on my face. I was right. There is reason to still have hope for us. And I love the fact that she is wearing my hoodie and probably getting down and dirty about right now. That knowledge is causing major wood for me, but I have things that need to get done.

I make a quick call to Rex for more information and it’s not long before I have what I need. Pulling myself up and out of bed, I walk down to the main room and look around. There are a few people hanging out and I spot Trigger, Vex and Chubs sitting together at a table. Chubs has an empty plate in front of him and is currently licking his fingers clean. I take the fourth seat and plant my ass.

“Anyone up for a short ride and an ass-whooping tonight?” I ask the men.

“I’m there if you need me brother but Lucy is almost back from her class. How long will it take?” questions Chubs. He’s always willing to help out but I’d rather not have him do that tonight. He’s back on his feet but he still has some weakness in his hip and I don’t want to place him in a position where he could get hurt again.

“You take care of Lil’ Lucy, Chubs. Thanks, brother, but you should sit this one out,” I tell him, carefully, because no matter how nice Chubs is, he’s still a man and has an ego. I don’t want him to think we’re babying him, even if we are all trying to keep him out of the more shady things we sometimes have to do.

“I’ll go,” answers Vex.

“Me too,” states Trigger.

I explain where and why we’re going and all three men’s faces change from friendly to pissed off. As I knew they would. Did I mention that I love my family?

“Let’s ride,” orders Trigger.

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We have cased the douchbag’s house, found out he’s not home yet and have decided to wait in the shadows. We don’t have to wait long before a car turns into the drive and pulls into the garage. Even with the windows shut on the car, I can hear an angry male voice and I see a female cowering in the passenger seat. We have the right guy.

He’s so busy belittling the female that he doesn’t notice three males in dark clothing, no cuts, follow his car into the garage. The light in the garage door opener is not working, thanks to Vex’s ability to enter locked buildings, so it’s dark as soon as the car engine is turned off. The female exits the passenger door and quickly walks to the connecting door to the house and enters it. The male starts to exit the driver’s side when I decide to assist him.

Harry squeaks as he’s slammed against the garage wall and my forearm is pressed into his throat to stop any noise he may make. Things go downhill for Harry from there. He gets the ass kicking of a lifetime. He gave Pippa a black eye. I give him far worse. He will not be in the condition to abuse any woman for quite a while.

No words are spoken by us because we don’t want him to connect this beating to Pippa or his girlfriend. Let him be confused as to why he got the shit beat out of him but nothing was stolen, no threats were made and no reason was given. As I finish, Vex and Trigger step forward and give him a couple of extra shots that this piece of shit has earned. We leave him lying on his garage floor, bleeding, hurting and wishing he’d never come home tonight.

We slip out of the garage, jog to our bikes a few blocks away and ride home. We enjoy a beer together and call it a night. It’s been a good one, too.

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Rex: Your friend spent the night at the hospital. Girlfriend drove him there and left. He’ll be there for a few days, at least. Good job!

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