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I release him and shove him forward, getting to my feet. “Stop acting like one and I’ll stop treating you like one.” He glares up at me as I stand before him, offering my hand to help him up. “Come on.”
“I didn’t tap out.” He mutters, a sly little grin, before the little shit twists quickly on the mat, side swiping my feet right out from under me. I crash back down and he’s on me again in a second, taking full advantage of my surprise and unwillingness to fight him. His arm wraps around my neck now, the way I just had him. I have to laugh, but I’ve had enough. Reaching up, I tap his arm and he lets go.
“Now who lost?” he taunts me.
“Technically, you still did.” I say, pushing myself up off the mat again. “You weren’t getting out of that choke hold, Axel. This cute little maneuver you just pulled doesn’t even count.”
“Cute?” he scoffs, getting up himself now. “How cute?” He grins at me, brushing his hands off on his shorts. “Cute as Vanna’s ass?”
Viking and I bust out laughing at the exact same moment.
“Oh, fuck!” Viking practically wheezes, leaning forward with his arms against the ropes as he tries to compose himself.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Axel… I fucking needed that laugh.” I say, bringing my hand to my face to wipe the tears from my eyes. “Fuckin’ A, kid.”
He frowns at me now, extending his arms outwards in a gesture of disbelief. “What the fuck, Dean? You would have throat punched anyone else for saying something like that about her.”
“You’re lucky I love you and that I know exactly what you just attempted to do here.” I say, reaching out to tousle his hair. He shoves my arm away. “Nice try, though.”
Axel’s cell phone starts to ring where he left it on the bench behind Viking. “Whatever, bro.” he grumbles at me, walking over to the ropes. Viking passes Axel the cell, which he answers, then turns to me with another smile. “Awesome. I’ll let the Prez know.” He says, before he ends the call.
“What was that about?” I ask.
“Me. Taking initiative. I told you I’d show you. Get dressed.” Axel says, ducking under the ropes to climb out of the ring. “Lucinda’s back.”
“I’ve had a few prospects keeping an eye on your brother’s house.” Axel says, walking beside me through the club house to the lot outside where our bikes are waiting. As we step outside the steel door, the Prospect Viking has obnoxiously been calling Ford Focus, comes riding through the gates on a black and yellow Yamaha, pulling right up to us.
“What… The fuck… Is that?” Viking glares at the sport bike. “Where the fuck is your Harley?”
“I’m incognito, bro.” the prospect says proudly. “Figured I’d be less conspicuous without my cut and on one of these things.”
“That better be rented.” Viking shakes his head in glaring disapproval.
“Compared to my bike, this thing gets incredible gas mileage!” Ford Focus says, cocking his chin at Viking’s huge, customized Harley Davidson Fat Boy. “What does yours get you?”
“Fucking laid, dipshit.” Viking replies, and we all chuckle at his response. “You better undo whatever you did with your bike. This is an American Bike club, Ford Focus. Get that embarrassment off our lot!”
“Alright! Whatever man, jeez.” The prospect huffs. He shifts his attention back to me. “She’s home, as of twenty minutes ago. The kid and the husband are with her.”
“Aces.” I growl, heading straight for my bike. I can hear Viking and Axel mounting their bikes as well.
“I do love a two for one special, myself.” Viking laughs.
Dean had already left the house by the time I woke up this morning. A scribbled note left beside my cell phone, informing me that he was going to work out before heading into the shop to put a few finishing touches on Serene. It gives me a little more time to decide how I’m going to tell him that I’m pregnant.
Wandering absentmindedly down the aisles of our local grocery store, I smile to myself knowing this is probably the last time I’ll get to do anything, or go anywhere, alone. My crazy, over protective Knight.
As I look around, my gaze accidently meets one of the cashier’s. She smiles back for a brief moment, before returning to her register. Shopping here isn’t as awkward as I previously believed it would be, after that encounter with Lucinda and Vixie last summer. It’s a welcome surprise that Lucinda’s outburst, outing me as a Witch to everyone within earshot, didn’t have the desired effect she clearly had hoped it would. The fallout is virtually non-existent. Whether that has anything to do with our horror story being plastered all over the local news and the towns-folk taking pity on me, or the quiet respect this town seems to hold for the man I’m engaged to, I don’t know. Whatever it is, though, I’ll take it. Even Garrett Johnson, my previously pushy neighbor and former Reiki client, only nods curtly to me in passing whenever we happen to cross paths in town. Which thankfully, isn’t often. Part of me wonders if Dean ever did make good on his threat, and really did punch him in the throat.
My cellphone chimes from somewhere inside my purse, and I stop to dig it out and check the text. A message from Latisha, asking me to lunch near the Harley Davidson dealership across town. She needs to pick up a pair of motorcycle boots she ordered.
An idea springs to mind as I text her back, agreeing to meet up. Everyone knows Viper and Rosita are expecting a baby in a few weeks. It wouldn’t look suspicious at all to anyone, if I were to say I’m buying a few gifts for their baby.
Hurriedly, I finish my shopping and head for the register to check out. The cashier, who’s name tag says her name is Gina, smiles at me again. It seems as though she wants to say something, but refrains, quietly ringing me up. I ask her how her day is going as I help her bag, giving her the opening to say whatever it is she wants to say, but she doesn’t take it. I pay and she simply wishes me a good day. I wish her one as well and head for my car in the parking lot.
At home, as I’m placing Dean’s beers in the fridge, a piece of paper falls out from between the glass bottles and onto the kitchen floor. Picking it up, I unfold it to reveal a phone number and a short note.
Please call me. – Gina
