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“No. It burns deep in my gut. This asshole treated Lindy, a woman any of us would kill to own, like shit. Then he beat her to a pulp and shot me. No, I’m not done,” I replied.
“Then wake this fuck up,” Berserker said to Crusher.
It took me another two hours to work it out of my system, and my own body stopped me as the pain in my shoulder became intense.
“End it,” I ordered Pipes.
Pipes stepped up and simply shot Higgins through the head. The abrupt act was rather shocking, but it amused me. Higgins wasn’t worth shit in my eyes, and Pipes action showed that.
“I’m gonna shower and head home to my woman,” I said to Berserker.
“Good idea. Got me a date with Pearl tonight. Bought her a pair of diamond earrings I saw her admiring,” he replied.
I wanted to yell at him to watch out. Pearl’s parents were bible bashers, and Pearl wouldn’t be happy with an MC. But Berserker saw something that I clearly didn’t, so I kept my mouth shut.
I nodded at my brothers and headed upstairs to shower and put clean clothes on.
I knew I’d ask Lindy to marry me when she found the bag of bloody clothes and washed them without a word. She was an amazing woman, and she belonged to me.
Chapter Six.
Lindy – Present Day.
“Is everything set?” I asked Spice over the phone.
“Yup, they’re heading out on Halloween, and if questioned, we’re telling the cops that we’re stopping vandals and devil worshippers,” Spice replied.
Tickled, I began to laugh. “Spice, we live in Camden, Maine. We don’t have devil worshippers.”
“Wanna bet on that, darlin’?” Spice challenged.
“Get the fuck out!” I exclaimed.
“Nope. Scouts honour.”
“Like you were a fucking scout, Spice. I’ve known you too long to fall for that line of bullshit!”
“You have a potty mouth, my angel,” Spice chided.
“Fuck off, Spice, you love my dirty mouth.”
“I adore all of you, babe. Catch you later,” he said and hung up.
I turned to the two women waiting patiently. I’d phoned Iona and Rosalea earlier and told them to meet me here. They’d both arrived on the dot.
“Come,” I invited, beckoning them behind the counter. “Mary, my sweet, would you watch the shop, please?” I called to Mary, who was hiding in the back.
“Of course, Miss Lindy,” Mary replied and came hurrying out.
Just as I was heading to my office, the door opened, and Soar, one of the brothers, wandered in.
“Hey, darlin’,” I greeted, and Soar lifted his head and sent me a smile. His eyes flashed to Mary, and I noted interest flickering before it disappeared. Well, now!
“Lindy, do you have any more healing balm? We’ve run out at the parlour. I’ve just kicked that fuckin’ kid’s ass to the curb. Now we’re short-staffed, and I hate dealing with the phone,” Soar snarled.
“Mary, please fetch Soar the ointment. Are you desperate for a receptionist?” I asked, my mind whirling. A devious thought entered my head.
“Yes. Because I ain’t taking appointments nor answering phones,” Soar said as he leaned on my counter.