Page 74 of Flyboy's Nightingale
Tears stream down her face. “I love you, too. I was so scared. I even packed all my things.”
“Well, looks like while I’m in church you can unpack your shit. When we get back from our trip to Texas, we’ll find property and build you your dream home,” I tell her, smirking before pulling away and making my way to the bathroom to get ready.
I make my way into church and everyone seems more at ease, as if the cloud that has been hanging over our heads has now lifted and we can all breathe again. I take my seat next to Duck.
“Rumor has it, you’ve got your very own bruiser.” Duck lowly whistles.
“That woman is full of surprises, and rises above all obstacles every day,” I reply.
Duck throws his head back laughing, patting me on the back. “Welcome to the club, brother. Don’t be stupid enough to cross her.”
I shove his shoulder chuckling because I know he’s right. Mouth Peace and Smith come in, heads close together deep in conversation. Followed by a very pissed off Pretty Boy and an annoyed Coin. Once we’re all seated, Steel comes in with a look of thunder in his eyes. Fuck, this can’t be good.
“Does someone want to explain to me how an Ol’ Lady not only got into the basement, but into the room where we were dealing with issues? To not only see what was going on but killed one of the men!” By the time he’s done speaking, he’s so red that I swear he’s on the brink of having a stroke.
Torch and Razor both stand. Torch speaks first, “That would be on us. Vixen was having complications, and when we cameup the stairs to check on her, I didn’t verify that the doors were closed and locked properly.”
“Razor, do you agree with that statement of events?” Steel snaps, the anger not simmering the slightest.
I stand because this is as much on me for not being sure that everything was locked up and sealed tight. “This is on me as well. I was left responsible for taking care of the pests, and I didn’t verify that everything was as it should have been.”
“I don’t actually give a damn who was in charge of it. What I want to know is how once a-fucking-gain you boys had your heads so far up your own asses that you let an Ol’ Lady get caught in club business,” Steel spits, starting to vibrate.
We don’t say anything at all, just stand there letting the weight of his words fall over us. He’s not wrong. Once again, we’ve fucked up and let an Ol’ lady be a part of something she shouldn’t have been.
“Can I bring something to your attention, Prez?” Mouth Peace is watching Prez closely.
“Choose those words carefully. I’m about five seconds from stripping all patches and turning this shit hole over to an allied club that might be able to hold this shit together,” Prez snarls.
His words hit us so hard that we all seem to hold our breaths. He can’t be serious about this. He’s just angry about what happened. There’s no way we would vote to allow that. I look over at Torch, who is wearing such a look of pure shock, that I know I didn’t mishear our Prez.
“Maybe just hear me out. That the Ol’ ladies keep finding themselves in club business isn’t because we’re lacking, but because we’re bring in badass women that we know will have not only their Ol’ man’s back but the club’s as well. Is it ideal? No. Yet we know that they’ve brought strong and capable woman into the fold.” Mouth Peace finishes with a shrug of his shoulder, making it sound like a question.
Steel falls back into his seat, eyeing the man. “I don’t know that these assholes deserve to have you at their backs.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.” Mouth Peace smirks, nodding in agreement.
“Dammit, you boys have to get it to-fucking-gether. So now that we all know what happened, how has the pest been dealt with?” Prez questions.
“This man, right here, is beyond crazy.” Wesson leans forward, pointing at Mouth Peace. “Currently, the pests are brewing in their very own barrels of Mountain Dew.”
Prez looks us all over. “You know, as long as it’s done, I don’t want to fucking know. Second, are we all good at lifting the lockdown? If you agree, say aye.”
We all agree.
“Thank fuck. If I had to spend another week locked in I was going to lose my fucking mind,” Pretty Boy grumbles.
“Last thing to talk about is our trip to Texas. I called the piece of shit in charge of the Dazed Monkeys, and he’s agreed to have us come for a visit. All who agree on taking a trip, say aye.” Prez puts the trip up for the vote.
We all agree to the trip, ready to be on the road.
“Sounds like we have a plan. Duck, let us know when you have a route plotted out. Who all is taking the ride?” Prez asks.
“I,” Torch says.
“I,” Smith and Wesson say at the same time.
“I.” Mouth Peace nods.
