Page 15 of Maverick

As we got into the clubhouse, Willow turned around and looked at me with a puzzled look. “What was that all about?”

I just sighed as I sat down on one of the barstools and grabbed two bottles of water. “We ride our motorcycles whenever we can. We try to avoid riding in a cage, a truck or car, as much as we can.”

“Ahhh. That makes sense. Sorry, I didn’t even think of that. I can drive your truck from now on. It's no big deal.” Willow just sat there, smiling at me, no clue what that meant to me.

Just as I was about to tell her, Bambi came strutting over to us. “Hey, girl! So glad you’re finally here. Let’s go sit down and make a list of whatever cleaning supplies you need.”

Willow got up and started walking away with Bambi when I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me, “I’ve got some things around the clubhouse to do today. I’ll be in Church this morning, but if you need anything just come to my office. Okay, boo bear?”

Willow just threw her head back and laughed, “Got it,big daddy.” She lightly ran her finger down my chest before winking and walking away.

Fuck me. That woman drives me crazy!

“What the fuck, Maverick?” Striker was behind me, laughing his ass off with the rest of my brothers.

“She hates the nicknames so naturally, I’m coming up with the most obnoxious ones to call her. It’s the little things, man.”

We all laughed as we headed into Church. Striker took his place at the head of the table while I took my place on the right side of him; right where the right-hand-man should be. My brother, Goose, sat on his left side.

Striker banged the gavel on the table to get everybody’s attention. “Alright, brothers. What do we have so far?”

Our techie brother, Moose, stood up. “Not much, Pres. This girl is hard to dig up any information on. All I found was her name is Willow O’Callaghan, she was born in a tiny town in Utah twenty-three years ago, with no dad on the birth certificate. Mom, on the other hand, is a shitshow. Mary O’Callaghan has quite a few run-ins with the cops for prostitution, drugs, and some dirty club shit. Looks like her ma is involved with the Shadow Raiders.”

Everybody groaned. The Shadow Raiders were one of our enemy clubs and they were nasty. Trafficked girls, hustled drugs, really had no qualms about what they did. They were the total opposite of us and we had gone head-to-head with them a time or two.

Striker stood up and nodded toward Moose. “Thanks, brother. Let’s just keep our ears to the ground. Hit up some contacts and see what we can come up with. She’s running from something and we need to know what. At least we know why she isn’t fazed by the club life. Ma is clearly a club slut and I’m betting her pop was a patched member.”

Goose stood up and ran his hand over his face, “Mav, you gotta find out more. We don’t want a war on our hands. Don’t get me wrong, we gotta protect her if they are gonna hurt her. BUT, if she’s a traitor, we need to do the right thing.”

I quickly stood up, my chair falling behind me. “She’s not a traitor! Don’t fucking say that about her, man.”

“She got your balls already? Come on, Maverick. Think with your brain, not with your fucking dick.”

I slammed my fist against the table, making some of the other brothers jump back. “Watch it, Sawyer. You’re about to cross a line.”

Goose pointed his finger right toward my face, “You watch it, Silas. Did you forget who comes first? Not some fresh pussy, that’s for damn sure.”

I launched across the table as my fist flew into my brother’s face. Goose punched me back and I could feel the blood streaming down my face. Before I could punch him back, Striker and our other brothers were pulling us apart.

Striker threw me to the ground then turned and did the same to Goose. “Get it the fuck together! What is going on with you two lately? Church is fucking over. Everybody get the fuck out. Now.”

All the brothers quickly got up and left, leaving Goose, Striker, and I alone in the room.

Goose stood up and started to head toward the door. “I’m not doing this now, Striker. I need a fucking vacation. I got too much shit going on to deal with my other best friend losing his balls.”

Striker stood up and slammed Goose up against the wall. “Enough! I don’t care what you have going on. You WILL NOT disrespect your club President and Vice President. And you certainly won’t disrespect your sister like that, ever again.”

I walked over and pulled Striker off of Goose. “Sawyer, what the fuck is going on? Brother to brother. Twin to twin. Talk to me, man.”

Goose just shrugged my hand off of his shoulder. “Nothing. Stay the fuck out of it, Silas. You too, Levi. It’s personal shit I need to deal with on my own.”

With that, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him in the process. I turned to Striker to see him looking just as confused as me. “Give him some time. He’ll come around, just like he always does.”

Striker just shook his head. “I hope so, man. But we do need to talk about what's going on with you and our pretty little guest.”

I ran my hand down my face and sighed, “Nothing, man. I made a move and she shut me down. Drew the line right in the sand. I got a little taste, but fuck, do I want more. We gotta make room here in the clubhouse for her. I can’t have her in my house, I know my limits.”

Striker just smiled as he headed toward the door. “Yeah, man. I’ll get right on that.”

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