Page 29 of Defended by Bama (Royal Bastards MC: Mobile, Alabama #1)

Bama

Finally having my woman on my bike was perfect. It sucked it took so long to get her there but we had to think of Sofie, too. Plus, I was probably more nervous than she was about leaving Sofie at the clubhouse. Although it was easier to leave her with Pinkie and Glenda than strangers at her school.

We rode for hours, well past dark, only stopping to eat and she checked in with Glenda.

I got her a sissy bar, but she stayed close to me the whole ride.

I didn’t mind, but I wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.

She hadn’t ridden before. I hoped to have her on again soon, but I knew she wouldn’t want to spend too much time away from Sofie.

We got back to the clubhouse late and Sofie was passed out, but Linny told Glenda she was ready to leave, so I didn’t ask if she just wanted to stay.

She nearly screamed with excitement when I asked if she’d drive the truck home so I could take the bike.

I’d told her how much I loved my truck, but I loved her and trusted her with it.

It would be fine at the clubhouse but it was easier to have all my vehicles at home.

The next day, we woke Sofie and left early in the truck, stopping for pancakes before heading to the clubhouse. The girls were enjoying their pool time while Sofie was out of school. It was still in the eighties, so the pool was warm.

Glenda and the others told Linny to just take the week off and hang with Sofie, so I got them set up at the pool early, then headed inside.

She didn’t even work here, but she said she enjoyed helping out.

She mentioned a job, but I wasn’t sure she should get one.

I could take care of them, and the bunnies worked at the clubhouse for a place to stay and food.

She didn’t need to earn her keep, so it annoyed me that she was helping out, but it was better than her finding an outside job.

Was I overly possessive? Maybe. But besides never having felt this way for anyone, I couldn’t help this small but nagging voice in the back of my mind. Things were too good. It was all too easy. That’s why I didn’t want to leave her for four nights for Thunder Beach. But Hammer wanted me to go.

We were supposed to be using it as an opportunity to find out if the Bloody Scorpions, or anyone, had suspicions of us at the stockyard.

Plus, we needed to know if they were becoming a problem anytime soon.

We also found a lot of prospects last year and in the spring at the rally and it didn’t hurt to rub elbows with allies.

Normally I wouldn’t think twice about going, but I didn’t want her to be alone and wasn’t sure how she felt about staying at the clubhouse.

She’d spent a lot of time here over the last couple of months, and slowly Sofie has, too, but they hadn’t spent the night.

I wanted her to be comfortable, but I also wanted her safe.

Heading to the bar, I found Rogers and Hammer, taking a seat with them.

“Morning. Your little ladies playing outside?” Hammer asked.

“Yeah. They’ll hang here when me and Butterbean meet those guys later.” It was time for another delivery to the furniture guys. Since they were here, I figured they could wait for me instead of having Ollie chill at my place.

“What’s this about you not wanting to go to Thunder Beach?”

Grimacing at Rogers, I said, “I’ll go if you want me to. But if I’m not needed, it would be cool to stay back. Someone has to stick around here, right?”

“We have plenty of members staying home. What’s the problem? You’re an enforcer, Bama. We need you there.”

Grinding my teeth, I said, “I’ll go.”

“Bring her with you, man,” Hammer said.

“We got Sofie.”

“And we’re taking some bunnies. Plus, she doesn't have to go to all the events with you,” Hammer said with a waggle to his brow. “I got us some nice digs. The ladies will love it.”

“I’m not interested in patch chasers.”

“Hey, not saying we need to bring anyone home but we’re there to mix a little business and pleasure.” Hammer smirked, rubbing his hands together.

Shaking my head, I said, “No wonder Allie won’t acknowledge you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Hammer said standing quickly from his bar stool, causing it to wobble but not fall.

Rogers stood just as I did, getting in the middle of us. “Hey, knock it off. Nobody is making you fuck some skanks.”

“Don’t be talking about Allie,” Hammer snapped.

Putting my finger in his face, I said, “So there was something? I knew it.” Rogers tried to press us apart. “And she’s my fucking sister, so I’ll talk about her if I want to.”

The doors slammed open and Glenda shouted, “All of you shut the fuck up! You sound like a bunch of schoolgirls.” She leaned against the bar and sighed.

“Thank God Linny’s outside. Anyway, if you’re gonna bicker like little bitches, I’ll go so Linny can go.

Sofie can ride with me. But I want a room for me and Sofie that we don’t have to share. ”

We all stared at Glenda like she grew two more heads. Hammer’s face was red, but Rogers was still playing referee. “Thank you, Glenda. We’ll see what we can do.”

“Watch your mouth,” Hammer said as he held a finger up to her.

I smacked it away. “Walk away, Glenda,” I said, scowling at Hammer.

She rolled her eyes, unbothered by us, and left.

Rogers pushed us apart. “Bama, you’re out of line. You know we gotta–”

Hammer said, “No. Forget it. You’re right. There was something.” He adjusted his cut. “But I never disrespected her. She’s not club ass.”

“No shit.”

Rogers gripped my shirt. “Pop off again and I’ll call for a vote and it won’t matter what he says.”

Hammer grabbed Rogers’ shoulder. “Stand down, Rogers. It’s okay. But don’t run your fucking mouth like that to me again, Bama, or you’ll get fined and flogged.”

I pushed Rogers and his square jaw clenched. Pulling at my cut, I said, “Yes, sir. But if she’s coming, I want to patch her in as my Ol' Lady.” There was no fucking way she’d be caught there without being claimed. My brothers wouldn’t fuck with her but we didn’t control anyone else.

A lot of clubs had codes and wouldn’t touch an Ol' Lady. I’d been wanting to do it anyway, but this would be a good reason to approach her about it.

“You got some fucking big, brass balls, Bama,” Hammer said, wiping his hand down his face. “We’ll have Church before y’all head out tonight. I’ll put it to a vote for you.”

I reached my hand out. Hammer looked down for a few beats but finally took it. I pulled him in and patted his back. “Thanks man. And my balls are made of steel, not fucking brass.”