Page 26 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)
Georgie
I was a dead man.
Yep. There was no way around it. Josie was going to take my balls and shove them up my ass.
What the hell was I thinking, having her arrested and thrown in jail? I should have just stepped back and let her wallop Emily and gone about my day.
But did I do that?
Nope.
I had to step in and take control. I should have known there was no controlling a woman.
I’d seen the drama my other brothers had gone through.
It wasn’t pretty. But Josie wasn’t just any woman.
She was also my best friend, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t try to help? I was only trying to protect her.
Running down the street, I ignored the residents, who stopped and stared, shaking their heads. From the looks and sniggers they were shooting my way, I could only guess the Rosewood Gossip Train had struck again. Nothing in this damn town was safe.
Seeing the sheriff’s station up ahead, I picked up speed. All I needed to do was explain everything to Josie. She was a levelheaded woman. She would understand. I knew it.
Marching into the sheriff’s station, the first person to greet me was Linda, the sheriff’s first line of defense, but the look she gave me didn’t bode well for my health.
“Well, lookee what the cat dragged in.” The woman glared. “Planning on digging that grave deeper, are you?”
“Is she still here?”
“Where else would she be, Doc? You had her arrested,” the woman clipped. “Go on. She and the others are waiting for you.”
“Huh?”
Instead of answering me, I clearly heard a buzz as the door to the station unlocked, allowing me entry.
However, in that instant, a trickle of trepidation washed over me, and I was no longer sure I should be here.
In fact, my fight-or-flight instinct kicked into overdrive, demanding I turn around and get the hell out of dodge fast.
Pushing the door open, all my club brothers greeted me as they all lined up against the wall, almost as if they were here to pay their last respects before I met my untimely end.
“Damn, brother.” Gunner chuckled. “And here I thought I stepped in shit when I claimed the sheriff’s daughter. Good luck to ya.”
Pyro just shook his head and said nothing.
Scribe slapped me on my back. “Just take it like a man.”
Frankie beamed at me. “I’ll let Granny know to bury you next to Mom and Dad.”
Enigma smirked. “Lidi’s on standby at the hospital. She’s ready for your arrival.”
Priest pushed off the wall and stepped in front of me as he made the symbol of the cross. “May God have mercy on you.”
Seeing Trip standing next to Banks, I asked, “What the hell are you doing here? I haven’t released you yet.”
The man chuckled. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this shit for anything. Told ya you needed a wingman.”
Ignoring my brothers, I turned the corner and walked right into Mike and King, who held out his hand. “Coat, keys, wallet, anything that can be used as a weapon.”
“What?”
Mike stood firm, arms crossed over his chest. “Hand them over.”
Doing as the man ordered, I shrugged out of my coat and emptied all my pockets.
King slapped me on my shoulder and stepped to the side. “It was nice knowing you.”
“I’ve turned off the cameras. Bad enough you stepped in it big time and word has already spread. Don’t need visual evidence of your demise floating around, too.”
Gulping, I looked back at my brothers and asked, “How mad is she?”
“Oh, I’d say on a scale of one to ten, she’s nuclear.” Mike grinned, shaking my hand. “Good luck, Doc.”
With that, both men parted like the Red Sea as I walked into the unknown, and just then, I clearly heard King ask, “So what plans do you have for the remodel?”
“Thanks to Jack’s donation, I’m gutting this place and making it modern. There’s this new fingerprinting machine I’ve been dying to get my hands on. I can’t wait to try it out.”
“Dayum!” Bailey cringed while Sarah and Laurel flinched as they watched Josie hurl a stapler at my head. “Now that had to hurt.”
“Yep.” Devlyn grimaced. “My girl’s got a good aim. That’s for sure.”
Shoving more popcorn in her mouth, Bailey asked, “So what’s going on with you, Dev? Haven’t seen you around much lately.”
“Been busy over at city hall.”
“Liar.” Henley smirked, bumping her sister’s shoulder. “Mrs. Cohen told me you put in your two-week notice over a month ago and, according to Morgan, you barely leave your apartment anymore. So what gives, Sis?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Come on, Dev, it’s us,” Henley needled. “Your girlies. What’s going on?”
Sighing, Devlyn stated, “Just needed a break, ya know? Everyone around me is getting married and having babies. Plus, I’m tired of the same old shit day in and day out and can we all just agree, I won’t find anyone here in this town.
So, I’m thinking of getting away for a while.
Maybe a new adventure. Something to put the spark back into my life. ”
“Would have thought a certain Cajun had done that.” Bailey snickered as I ducked another flying chair.
“Mom told me that Jack’s family was coming in for the wedding and wouldn’t you know it, I saw a Mr. Wade Crawley on the guest list,” Laurel offered happily.
“So Gator’s gonna be here for the wedding?” Bailey grinned wickedly.
“Yep.” Laurel nodded. “And according to my mom, it’s not just the Bourbon Kings. Gator’s mom, Marabella, and his aunt Glorianna are coming too. Jack said, the La Croix sisters never miss a family wedding.”
“Yep.” Sugar nodded, shoving popcorn into her mouth as Josie jumped on my back, trying to tie a phone cord around my neck. “My mom is already preparing for her older sisters. I can’t remember the last time all three of the La Croix sisters were in the same room together.”
“What about LeeAnn’s family?” Sarah asked.
Laurel groaned. “Oh, you won’t miss them. They will be the ones in overalls wearing faded white wifebeaters and straw hats. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are traveling north on I-75 right now in their supped-up trucks, horns blaring, singing “Dixieland Delight”!”
“Drop the scissors!” King shouted as Josie huffed, doing as she was told. Yet in the next instant, all the girls cringed, and the men groaned as Josie grabbed my crotch and squeezed tightly.
“Look at me,” my woman seethed.
Breathing through my nose, I nodded and gave her my complete, undivided attention.
“If you ever, EVER,” she screeched, “think about having my ass thrown in jail again, you better make damn sure I don’t get out! You get me, George Harrison Steiner?”
I squealed as her little hand tightened. “Yep. Yes, ma’am. I get you.”
“Good.”
The second Josie let go of my balls, I fell to my knees, cupping my poor dick as my woman spun around and walked out of the station with her head held high.