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Chapter Seven

One Tense Fucking Moment

T here was a decent chance Cyrus would put a bullet in Darrow’s head. There was an even greater chance Cyrus would do the same for Mara. Mara clung to Darrow’s leather cut, feeling the power of each turn, knowing they were getting closer and closer to the SOFRAW clubhouse. A clubhouse that didn’t exactly feel like home to Mara but it certainly wasn’t a strange place.

She once had the ability to walk in there any time she wanted, order a drink, call Maggie a slut, and then leave. Now it felt like she was being taken to her death.

Which she probably was.

Darrow made the turn to go into the lot. Drix and Stu were on gate patrol, which worked out in Darrow’s favor. They knew some shit but not enough to care about Mara on the back of Darrow’s motorcycle. And even if they did care, they were useless fucking prospects. One fucking word and Darrow would put bullets between their eyes.

Nobody was outside the clubhouse.

That’s good , Darrow thought.

He parked his motorcycle and watched how calm and casual Mara climbed off his ride. The expert at being an outlaw’s old lady. God did that turn him the fuck on. Everything Mara did turned him on.

Pussy is deadly…

That’s why we call the whores deecee…

Devil’s Cunt.

Just as Darrow reached for Mara, the clubhouse door opened and Slade stepped out. Several things happened at once right then. First off, this was exactly why Mara told Darrow to tie her up. Handcuffs. Do something to show Darrow meant to bring her as some kind of outlaw sacrifice first. Darrow refused.

If he was going to tie Mara up it would be in the bedroom.

Darrow stepped in front of Mara to ensure Slade didn’t pull out a gun and kill her right away. Now as far as Slade went, imagine his surprise seeing Fitz’s old lady with Darrow.

Nobody in the clubhouse was that fucking blind not to have noticed the way Mara and Darrow continually eye fucked each other. In fact, a lot of the guys sort of figured they had a deal worked out. That Fitz maybe gave his old lady permission to get fucked by Darrow. Or maybe Fitz and Darrow together took Mara.

But this… this had a much different feel to it. Slade reached back, ready to grasp his gun. Just in case Darrow had lost his fucking mind too.

Why is this fucking club falling apart? Slade thought to himself.

“Slade, let me bring her inside,” Darrow called out. “She showed up at my place. Now here we are. Got it?”

“Bring her over here right now,” Slade ordered.

That’s when Darrow grabbed Mara’s arm and pulled her across the lot. He was forceful, his grip tight. It wasn’t needed, but it was good. It painted a story they might have to sell in a few minutes, depending on how this whole thing went.

“We need to sit down and hear her out,” Darrow said.

“You’re here willingly?” Slade asked Mara.

Mara nodded. “Of course. I only took off running once I realized what Fitz was up to.”

“Fuck,” Slade said. “Why didn’t you come here?”

“And have my throat slit?” Mara asked. “Please, Slade, I’ve been around for too long. I know the games. I know the assumptions. Are you going to look me in the eyes and tell me Cyrus hasn’t painted me as some rat too?”

Slade looked at Darrow.

“Fuck,” Slade said again. “This is a fucking disaster.”

“I’m going in there, Slade,” Mara said. “I don’t care what he does to me. He wants to kill me? Go for it. I’ve been dead for years being with Fitz.”

That statement felt like a punch to the gut for Darrow. And he knew Mara meant it. Slade turned and opened the clubhouse door. Darrow grabbed Mara’s left arm now and pushed her inside.

The second Mara was seen, it felt like someone cut the power to the world. Everything stopped at once, including Monte bent forward at a pool table, about to hit the cue ball for an easy side pocket shot.

Maggie stood behind the bar, a beer in each hand. Wearing a tight tank top, no bra, her fucking perky pierced nipples showing. Her nipples actually getting harder as her heart raced. Custer and Warren looked up from a card game and then they both stood up.

“I’ll get Cyrus,” Deed said as he stepped back from the bar.

“Stand next to me,” Darrow ordered Mara.

There was Virus, Amos, and Dolph, each with a beer in hand, looking at Mara with deadly eyes. Killer eyes. They wanted to destroy her. It bothered Mara but she could take it. Linc came charging from the back of the clubhouse, wrestling to put his leather cut on.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said.

He reached back, pulled a gun and pointed it right at Mara.

“Linc, whoa,” Slade said.

“Fuck off,” Linc said, staring right at Mara.

Darrow stepped in front of her. “There’s a way to do this, brother.”

Linc closed in on him and threw a left punch, smashing it against Darrow’s jaw. Stars danced in front of Darrow’s eyes for a second or two. He refused to move from blocking his VP’s path to the woman he had been wanting for a long damn time. When Linc tried to swing again, Darrow stopped him.

“I’m not going to fucking hit you, VP!” Darrow bellowed. “She came to me to come here! She’s not a fucking problem!”

“Fucking pussy,” Cyrus’s voice said, echoing around the clubhouse. “Pussy ruins it all. Ain’t that right, Warren? Custer?”

The aged outlaws nodded in agreement.

“ Prez , we need to talk this thing through,” Darrow said.

“You’ve been housing a rat’s old lady?” Cyrus asked.

“No,” Darrow said. “She showed up to my place.”

“For fuck’s sake, let me talk,” Mara yelled. “I’m not afraid of this outlaw bullshit!”

Mara took her fate into her own hands and walked around Darrow. She purposely bumped into Linc, which felt like smashing her shoulder off a brick wall.

Then she opened her arms. “Have at it, Cyrus. What do you want? Huh? Want to pat me down? Want to strip me naked? Check for wires or something? Huh? Want to dig up my ass or my pussy?”

“Mouthy little rat cunt,” Cyrus said.

Darrow took a step and Linc slammed a hand to his chest.

“Don’t,” Linc said.

“Fuck all of this shit,” Darrow said. “She did the right thing.”

“Blinded by some fresh pussy,” Cyrus said, looking at Darrow. He then took a deep breath. “Have to do it…”

Cyrus looked at Darrow. There was probably a one second window for Darrow to try and split. He didn’t bother. He could face his maker as needed.

“I understand, Prez ,” Darrow said.

Linc and Slade pounced on Darrow.

Darrow’s face slammed off the bar. Slade and Linc held his arms behind his back.

“Sorry, brother,” Slade whispered.

He then punched Darrow in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

“Fight back and eat a bullet,” Linc warned.

“I’ll handle this one personally,” Cyrus said.

He reached for Mara and she swung her hands to stay out of his grasp. Cyrus reached again and got a handful of her shirt. He pulled Mara against him.

“Now the question is this…” Cyrus announced. “How long have you two been fucking each other? And don’t deny it. I can smell the sex. The cum. The pussy cum. Everything.”

“I never wanted to wear Fitz’s ink,” Mara said. “I never wanted to marry him.”

“This ain’t divorce court,” Cyrus said. “Your hubby is a rat. He tried to take down this club. And all of us in it. And I’m supposed to believe you knew nothing?”

“She’s not lying, Prez ,” Darrow said. “We’ve been fucking for a while now. She told me right away when shit happened. She’s here to help. She’s on our side.”

“Let him go,” Cyrus said, his voice annoyed.

Slade and Linc backed off from Darrow. Slade turned and grabbed a chair and threw it across the clubhouse.

“What the fuck is happening to us?” Slade bellowed. “This is what we’ve become? Everything is a fucking war?”

“I’ll protect her with my life, Prez ,” Darrow said, ignoring Slade’s outburst.

“This is fucked up,” Linc said. “What do we do?”

“She’s been sitting at our bar for how long?” Cyrus asked. “How much did she see? How much did she hear? How much did she fucking report back to her rat husband?”

Cyrus took out his gun. Darrow quickly did the same. Linc pointed his gun at Darrow.

“Jesus Christ!” Slade yelled.

“This isn’t the way,” Darrow said. “She did nothing wrong. I’d kill her myself if she did. This isn’t what she wanted.”

“I can speak for myself, Darrow,” Mara said. She looked at Cyrus and shook her head. “I never asked for it. I never wanted it.”

“Now you have to take it,” Cyrus said.

He pointed the gun at Mara. Darrow felt his finger touch the trigger on his gun. The sequence would not turn out okay. Either Linc would kill him first or he’d shoot Cyrus and Linc would kill him anyway. Then kill Mara…

Mara’s head scrambled. Her heart raced.

Do something! she screamed in her mind.

She touched her stomach, gasped for a breath and looked at Cyrus. A second away from death… Only one thing came to Mara’s mind.

“You can’t kill me… I’m pregnant!”