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Grease
The night after the incident, I woke to find Lyra gone and our bed empty. I couldn’t stop the panic raging through my soul at not knowing where she was. I raced through the clubhouse until I got to the common room. There, I found every single one of my brothers sitting around a table in the middle of the common room.
“We woke to the same thing, brother. Beds empty, and a text telling me they were here. When I came back here to check, I found all the women and kids on pallets in the safe room. Come, take a seat,” Swift says.
“Your Old Lady is safe and sound in there as well. I watched her go in myself,” Hitter says.
I asked Lyra later that day if sleeping in that room would make her feel safer. I would be right there with her. She put my heart at ease. Seems the women just needed to feel that safety with them and their kids, the one day they were robbed of. They wanted to accomplish something by staying there all night. Our beautiful, stubborn, strong-willed women. That was the only night I woke alone.
Now, it’s been three months since the incident with the Irish, and the women have pretty much acted like nothing ever happened since that night. We are all gathered around the backyard, food spread out, and music playing. Everyone’s here, and life doesn’t get much better than this.
“Well, I guess that’s it… everyone’s all matched up. What the hell are we supposed to do now without all the drama?” Jade jokes.
“I’ll tell you what we do. We take this show on the road! Reckless Motorcycle Match Makers!” Halle yells, and is met with silence. “Okay, I’m still working on the name. I’ll get back to you on that. Time to enjoy the show!” Halle yells again as she runs across the back, close to the clearing. We all look around, confused.
“What show?” I ask. I lift a brow at Lyra, but I can tell by her confused look she's not in on this one, either.
“What about one last bet there, Grease? If Halle kills someone with her little “show,” you have to get Club Slut tattooed as a tramp stamp,” Grim jokes.
“What happens if I win?” I smirk at him.
“Don't even think about it. You are not taking that bet!” Lyra growls. “As much as I love all your piercings and tattoos, it's time to retire before you both somehow figure out a way to up the ante.”
“Agreed.” Jade physically shivers.
“I got the fireworks out of the shed, and someone left some sparklers in the back of the truck. Grabbed those too. Let’s light the sky!” Halle says, looking back at her handy work.
“Uhh, Halle, where did you say you found the sparklers?” Rodeo asks with a nervous tilt to his voice.
“Back of the van. Why?”
“Fuck! Those weren’t sparklers, Halle! That was Dynamite! Everyone RUN!” Comp screams.
This will forever be my life, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
The En…. Oh wait, one more thing
I won the final bet! Now, please continue.
Hem hem… The End