Page 63 of Goose

“A friend. Now, I need to talk to Goose.”

Striker steps right in her path and shakes his head. Ellie Jo stops and glares at him.

“I have some... personal things I need to talk to him about, Striker.”

Goose laughs, “There’s nothing personal we need to talk about. You need to leave right now. I’m fine and you are not my Old Lady, Bambi is.”

He stands by my side and Ellie Jo scowls at the both of us.

“You’ll be crying to me when she sleeps with one of your friends. Whatever you think you have with her won’t last. You know what type of woman she is.”

Before I can even speak, Striker is right in her face. “Listen up, bitch. I’m not in the business of putting my hands on women, but you are crossing a fine fucking line. Get the fuck off my property. Now!”

Ellie Jo turns around but then whips back and slaps Striker in the face. Mama Crawford rushes to get the kids inside as I run over to stop the madness.

I place myself between Striker and Ellie Jo. “Just go. All you’re doing is causing issues. I don’t even know who the fuck you are anymore.”

She laughs maniacally and in a flash of an eye; she has my hair in her fist. Willow runs over and tries to push her while the men are pulling me back.

I swing, and my fist connects with her cheek. Ellie Jo cries out as she tries to take me down to the ground.

Goose is in my ear, trying to calm me down as he breaks us apart. “Baby, let her go. Come on now.”

“Fuck off. This cunt deserves it. I have had enough of this shit.”

Getting Goose off of me, I swing again, hitting her nose this time. Blood spurts all over her perfect fucking white dress, making me smile.

Ellie Jo turns and punches Willow in the side of the head, causing her to fly back. Maverick rushes over to pick her up, and that’s when I see red.

I scream and launch at her, tackling Ellie Jo to the dirt. My fists rain down on her as she tries to roll away from me.

“You fucking cunt! I have had enough of your bullshit! You wanna see trailer trash? I’m about to show you how fucking trashy I can get!”

I pull her hair to get a better angle at her face when Ellie Jo grabs my arm and bites down. I curse as her teeth sink into my skin. The men are yelling and trying to pull me off of her when a gun sounds behind us.

We all jump to see Lilah standing on the porch with a shotgun in her hand.

“Everybody better calm the fuck down or I will shoot you right in the ass. Am I clear?”

We all nod and stand up. Striker and Goose stand on either side of me while Ellie Jo sits up.

“I’m in pain mentally and physically. I’m fucking exhausted. And I am not dealing with this shit any longer. Ellie Jo, get the fuck off my property before I have to bury you in one of the pastures. Never show your face around here or anything the club has its hands in. Are we clear?”

Ellie Jo stands and nods, sneering at me as she makes her way to her car. Striker opens her car door and shoves her inside.

“You’re a fucking dead woman. I never want to see you again. Leave town if you know what’s good for you.”

He slams the door, and she throws her car in reverse as fast as she can. Dirt bellows around her tiny car as she flies down the driveway.

We all turn to look at Lilah, who is still glaring at our group.

“Everybody inside right now.”

As we get inside the door, the men walk toward the playroom while Willow and I follow Lilah into the kitchen.

She grabs a first aid kit and throws it at me. “Take care of yourself. I can’t fucking handle it.”

I nod and sit the kit down.

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