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“Okay, ladies. Why don’t you tell me what you need done around here, and I’ll get to it,” I again interrupt the coming battle.

The interruption works, for now anyway, and they give me some things to do for them. I get busy, and it’s not long before everything’s completed. Lightbulb changed in the kitchen, window unstuck and the oil changed in the lawnmower. I wash up in the bathroom and find the Aunts in the kitchen cooking. Both are great cooks and love to spoil me with treats. That’s probably the exact reason Chubs checks in on them so often. He always leaves with a smile and a full belly.

“Grab a seat, Cash. We’ll be eating in a few minutes,” Lottie orders.

I know better than to argue, so I take a seat after dropping a kiss on her head. I love the small smile that gesture leaves on her face. They might be full of piss and vinegar, but they’re two of my favorite people. For being their ages, their minds are clear, and they’re in good medical shape. No serious health issues and they get around well. Spending time with them is not a chore, it’s a blessing. Enjoying a dinner of fried chicken and mashed potatoes, good conversation and their lively wit, I leave with a smile.

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Working the afternoon shift at the Devil’s Angels MC gym, Jax’s, I’m tired and ready to call it a day. Axel, my club’s Vice President, is in a pissy mood today, and that’s unusual. He usually has a smile for everyone, but his Ol’ Lady, Bailey, took today off work, so she and their baby, Alexia, were not in the gym office during his shift. Axel does not do well when his little girl’s not within reach. We give him a lot of hell for his crazy antics, but the man’s one hell of a father. While it’s funny, it doesn’t help matters that Pooh, another club brother, keeps playing a recording of a crying baby on his phone.

“Knock it the fuck off, Pooh!” Axel bellows above the heads of several clients.

“Is it making your nipples leak, Axel?” Pooh taunts.

Wrong as it is, that gets a laugh out of me and a scowl from Axel.

“You’re playing with fire, Pooh,” I tell him with another laugh at Axel’s face.

“I know, but I can’t seem to help myself. I’m pretty sure I can outrun him if needed.”

“Can you outrun lead, you jackass?” Axel asks loudly.

“The way you shoot? Fuck, I don’t need to. If I just stand still, I’ll be safe,” Pooh hollers back with a smirk while several clients snicker.

“It’s Ava who can’t shoot!” Axel replies angrily.

“Weren’t you her teacher?” Pooh questions with a raised eyebrow.

Props to Axel because for a big, muscled man, he can move fast. Pooh was incorrect. He couldn’t outrun Axel’s determination to thump his ass. Much to my amusement, and that of the clients, Pooh makes a good attempt at evading the bald bastard that’s after him. When Axel gets within reach, he does a diving tackle and takes Pooh down. I could hear Pooh’s lungs giving up their air when the two collide hard with the floor. Axel’s on top and his face finally has a smile on it.

“Who’s crying now, Pooh?” Axel smirks.

“You’re still carrying those pregnancy pounds,” Pooh struggles to say.

“Muscle weighs more than fat,” Axel educates smugly.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Pooh mumbles.

Pooh gives a mighty heave of his body, and Axel topples off. The wrestling commences with each trying to secure the top position. I walk to where they’re at for better viewing because this is funny shit. It happens more often than it should, and it never fails to make my day. Axel’s bulkier, but Pooh’s well trained. Evenly matched and the winner usually depends on who’s pissed-off the most.

“Who started it this time?” Rex asks as he stops next to me.

“What’d I miss?” asks Reeves as he stops on my other side.

“Pooh. Crying baby sounds. Axel’s leaky nips,” I answer.

“Is it wrong to place bets on the outcome?” Rex questions.

“Fifty on Axel. He’s been bitchy all day,” Reeves states.

“I’ll take that. Pooh’s a tricky little twat,” answers Rex while taking a bite out of an apple.

We watch, enjoying the show, until there’s a low growl from behind me. Turning, I see Ava, the club Prez’s wife, and her dog Loki. Loki’s a huge teddy bear until he’s annoyed. Apparently, he’s annoyed with the wrestling match.

Pooh and Axel instantly cease and stand up slowly while eyeing Loki carefully. Loki’s growling stops, and his body relaxes. Crisis averted.

“What’s the bitch spat about?” Ava asks with a smirk aimed at her brother Axel.

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