Page 60 of Amy's Santa

She still worries about him coming after her. Should I tell her he’s gone somewhere he’ll never return from? The problem with that, and why I haven’t told her, is that it comes under the heading of club business. If she doesn’t know, she can never slip up and tell anyone, even if questioned by the cops in the unlikely event that they connect us with his disappearance. Just herknowinghe was dead could bring trouble to our door. If I’d told her while she was still in Phoenix, it would have changed her behaviour, even if she hadn’t opened her mouth. Even now she’s coming home with me, she’s still better off not knowing the truth. So I give her the only thing that I can.

“You don’t need to worry about him anymore,” I repeat, stressing each word.

Her body stills, and she looks quickly at me. I keep my eyes on the road ahead, and give her nothing more, not a twitch, not a flicker of my eyes.

“Oh.”

She knows nothing. But she suspects. She’s grown up in the club and while we keep the women out of most shit, that someone is there one day and gone the next doesn’t need to be explained. My own father was killed and buried under Road’s track.God damn his fucking soul.Well, in his case, God has little to do with it, he’ll be Satan’s problem instead.

Proving she’ll make a good old lady, she changes the subject. “Are we going to live in your suite, Drew?”

“For now. But I’ve been thinking ahead, babe. Shooter’s waiting for you to come up with ideas of the sort of house that you want, and we’ll have it built at the top of the compound.” I purse my lips, wondering if she had other ideas. “I’m the prez, babe. I’m afraid I can’t live in town.”

“I know that.” She turns and lances me with that megawatt smile. “I was just thinking how perfect it sounds. I’ll be living among friends. I had the best childhood, Drew, playing with all the other kids. There were so many aunts and uncles, and I want that for my own children.”

Did I say she’d make a perfect old lady? Fuck, yes. For the second time, I’m discreetly adjusting myself as my mind goes to what I’d have to do to put my baby inside her.

As we draw closer to the compound, she sits up straighter, seeming to check out the distinctive saguaro that signals we’re getting close.

“Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” she replies. “This feels so right.” She bites her lip, then expands, “It was also right for me to go away Drew, to experience life. I’ve got all my yearning for something different in my rearview now. While I loved the compound when I was young, as I grew up, with Dad and all his club brothers, I had no freedom to explore and be me.” She pauses, and chuckles. “I’d probably still be a virgin if I’d stayed.”

I think she’s probably right. With her close, I might have been tempted to go after her earlier, and Heart would have never seen her as grown up. Probably would have earned myself a beatdown for going after a member’s kid.

I turn onto the track and drive up it, the gates open automatically at my approach. I nod toward Butcher, and park outside the auto-shop.

“Wait, I’ll come round. Hey, Butch. Get Rascal down here to start moving Amy’s shit.”

A sharp nod is all I get back from the prospect as I go to the passenger side, helping her to step down.

“Ready?”

Her cheeks flush. “So ready.”

With my arm around her, I walk up to the clubhouse, trying to keep the grin off my face, knowing she doesn’t suspect.

“Surprise! Welcome home!”

A huge banner stretches over the bar welcoming her back, balloons seem to have bred in the five hours I’ve been gone and spawned numerous offspring. All the old ladies, members, and the kids she’d grown up with are here.

Her reaction shows she hadn’t expected it as she stands stunned, needing my hand to push her inside. That they’d spent so much time preparing for her to come home shows how much she’s loved.

But Amy being Amy turns to look behind her, peering around me. Then she turns back. “Who are we expecting?” she asks with a big grin.

“You, you fuckin’ idiot.” Hawk walks up and gives her a hug. That she allows him to shows how much she’s improved over the past month. “Had to celebrate Prez bringing back his bitch.”

Amy’s chest inflates as she pokes her finger into his chest. “That’s the last time you call me bitch, Eli. Or I’ll tell everyone that I’ve seen you naked and playing with your dick in the bath.”

Now it’s my turn to bristle, until my VP says, “I was three, Amy. Three.” He turns around to face the assembled crowd, all of whom are chortling. “Three. What kid doesn’t play with his dick?”

“What man doesn’t?” Lady calls out, and the women crack up.

Well, we’re men. Got to admit Lady’s got a point.

But as I watch them laughing, I notice Heart’s not here, neither’s Drummer nor Mouse. I expected them to be the first to greet her.

“Prez!” comes a loud shout. “We got problems.”

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