UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (12 page)

Jasper and I have only been an ‘us’ for two weeks now. At first, I thought maybe it would be awkward, being new again, but we just slid right back into the way we used to be. Although, he’s much more bossy.

After finding that letter in my coffee pot, I can honestly say I haven’t made coffee in days. Jasper told me not to worry about it because it’ll be taken care of. He even told me T-bags would be watching out for me while he was gone.

I hate calling T-bags, because I usually just call him ‘hey you’. I need to ask him how the heck he got his name anyways, because that’s just a really screwed up biker name.

I haven’t seen Jasper in a few days, since he’s on the Charity run, but he calls frequently. I miss him.  I turn on the deep fryer, and while waiting for it to heat up, I turn to look at Glenna.

“You want just French fries? Or you want me to make it into a poutine?” I ask her.

“Poutine please! Extra cheese.” I smile when she responds. Glenna loves her cheese.

I move around the kitchen, tidying up a bit while getting out the plates and draining the oil from the fries, when there is a knock on my door.  I finish Glenna’s plate and tell her to start eating while I check to see who’s here.

Opening the door, I’m faced with an angry Mrs. Shepard—short grey hair, wearing what looks like a mumu, with wrinkles all over her face, but more so around her mouth from the years of smoking.

“You come back to town, and you don’t bother to come say hi to me? I’ve been waiting for you to come say hi,” she says angrily.

I look down, feeling ashamed; she has a way of making someone feel that way. “Sorry, Mrs. Shepard. I’ve just been busy,” I tell her. Mrs. Shepard is like the crazy family member you never knew you wanted, but she somehow just fits.

“But not too busy to be lying in bed with that Jasper boy again,” she says, her eyes narrowed at me.

I blush. “It’s still new,” I say quietly.

“Pah! That’s horse shit! I knew the day you came back that you two would get back together. I was wondering what the hell was taking so damn long.” She pushes her way in my house, making herself at home. “Get me a beer, girl, and an ashtray,” she demands, still pushy and as opinionated as ever.

“Uh, Mrs. Shepard, I don’t have alcohol in the house when my sister’s home, and there isn’t smoking around her,” I say hesitantly. I hope I don’t piss the old bat off—she can get mean.

She starts grumbling. “Back in my day, that shit wasn’t a problem. You young folk take everything too damn seriously.” She opens up her purse and pulls out her own bottle of beer, an ashtray, and a pack of smokes.

“If you already had that stuff, why’d you ask me to get it for you?” I ask her, shocked that such a tiny, frail old woman could lug around a bag full of booze.

“Don’t you lip me, girl. Go on, finish seeing to your sister, then come on back out and have a chat with an old woman,” she says, lighting up her cigarette.

Sighing, I walk into the kitchen and see Glenna finishing up her supper. “Who’s here?” she asks, curiously peeking around the corner.

“Mrs. Shepard,” I tell her, snatching up a few fries from my plate on the counter and put them in my mouth.

“The old lady across the street?” she asks.

I nod. “She’s come for a visit.”

“But she’s really old. How can she even move?” she says with her wide eyes.

I burst out laughing. “She’s something else, that’s for sure,” I say.  For someone that is almost ninety-three-years old, she sure doesn’t act like it, even if she does look like it. “Just a fair warning, G-Baby; don’t tick her off. She’s got a mean bite.”

Her lips twitch, and she wiggles her nose. “She says bad words, like, a lot,” she exclaims.

“That she does.”  That old woman could give any foul-mouthed man a run for his money.

*~*

I come back in the house after seeing Glenna off. Lilly came to pick her up for a sleepover; I figured that would be the best bet. When Mrs. Shepard started in on the sex talk, and with all her chain smoking, I had to get Glenna out.  I couldn’t just tell Mrs. Shepard to get out; she’s old and kind of funny to be around. I figure G-baby can keep Lilly company, since I know she’s lonely with Vinny gone.

“Eden! Get in here. Boot up this TV, would ya. There’s gotta be some trashy show on we can watch,” she shouts.

I walk into the living room and notice she’s on her third beer. “Where’d you get that one?” I ask. No way could that have been in her purse, too, not with all of the other things in that bag.

“You don’t need to worry about that. This was the last bottle I could fit in here, but I called the local store. They’ll be delivering more within the hour,” she says, practically chugging the rest of her beer.

I would have thought old ladies would go more toward wine, not beer. “You’re gonna die from liver failure the way you are going,” I say under my breath.

“I heard that!” she snaps. “I don’t care. I’m old. Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I can’t still live. Hell, just the other day, my yard boy was lipping off to me because I made him re-mow the grass. Gave that boy a good spanking, I did.”

I burst out laughing. “I bet you did.”  I’ve seen her do that a few times. Hell, once, when I was ten, I snuck into her back garden for some berries, and she came flying out of the house with a spoon and chased me right into my house with it.

I smile at the memory.

“I’m just going to go make a call! Be right back,” I tell the old bat and take off to the kitchen. I texted Jasper earlier, asking for T-bags’ number and real name; like I’d ever actually call someone that.

After making my call, Trevor comes to the back door with some rum and sprite and what looks like Mrs. Shepard’s beer.

“Met the delivery guy as I was coming in,” he says, lifting up the beer.

I smile at him, letting him in. “Thanks! Now that you are here, stay. I won’t take no for an answer.”

He nods. “Sure.”

I hear Mrs. Shepard yell at Trevor as he walks into the living room, and I laugh.

“Boy, you need to take that God awful thing out of your face! And shit, boy, eat some fucking food! What are you, one of those Emo punks?” I hear her say to Trevor.

I walk into the room, smiling, and pass out a drink to Trevor, who is glaring at me while Mrs. Shepard is still ragging him out.

Tonight will be fun.

The club raised enough money for the school to buy thirty new desks, put a new computer in each room, and be able to remodel the gym. We’re making an overnight stay before hitting the road home.

A few of the guys are off to the clubs in town. A few old timers are at the bar down in the hotel. Reaper, Zippo, Breaks, and I are playing a game of cards.

I got a text from T-bags, telling me that old Mrs. Shepard made herself at home at Eden’s place, which means I should be getting another text or call eventually from Eden, freaking out. I remember the time Old Lady Shepard got a hold of Reaper and put him over her knee.

Funniest shit I’ve ever witnessed. Reaper was so upset that he went to Momma B, but she just laughed at him and ended up baking a pie for Mrs. Shepard.

Once the club got turned around, her old man ended up joining our club. He passed away in his sleep two years ago with a smile on his face.

My phone buzzes in my cut, and I snag it out.

What is t-bags’ real name, and what’s his number? – Eden

I start laughing. I know what she’s gonna do.

“Who’s that?” Breaks asks.

“Eden, bugging me for T-bags’ number. I bet you anything she’s going to make him join her and Mrs. Shepard tonight.”

Reaper whips his head to me. “Don’t do that, man, unless T-bags has done something to piss you off. Don’t make him suffer that shit.”  He shakes his head, knowing better.

His name is Trevor

I type out his number and hit send. I can’t wait to get home and see how T-bags liked his time with Mrs. Shepard. Crazy old bat.

“I dare you to egg Mrs. Shepard’s house!” Eden shouted to Mason.

He shot her a dirty look. “I don’t have a death wish.”

“Chicken! I can’t wait to tell everyone how much of a chicken you are. I did your dare last night, and I got her spoon to my ass!” she yelled at him angrily.

Mason sighed. “Fine, I’ll do it,” he grumbled.

I could tell he was shaking, because if Mrs. Shepard snagged him before he ran away, he knew what he was in for.

He walked over to the house slowly, and knocked on the red door before throwing the first egg. Worse thing was, Mrs. Shepard opened it before he threw the egg, and it landed on her chest. He should have known better. Why he would knock? I have no idea. Idiot.

“RUN!” I screamed.

Eden was on the ground, rolling around laughing.

I looked back to Mason and saw that Mrs. Shepard had him by the ear.

“You stupid boy! What did you think you would accomplish by doing that? Huh? Your mother should have spanked you more often, stupid fuck!” she yelled at him. “Byron, get my spanking chair,” she yelled into the house.

Eden lost it even more, and Lilly came running out of the house holding a Video recorder, taping the whole scene.

“Please don’t tell me you were thinking of that damn time she spanked me,” Reaper says through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, actually. I wonder if Lilly still has that video,” I say laughing.

At the mention of Lilly’s name, Zippo throws his cards down and takes off.

“Seriously, what the fuck is up with him? It’s gotta be more than Lilly keeping the Eden shit from us,” Reaper says.

I shake my head. “Not a clue. Eden was mine. I should have more of a right to be pissed at Lilly, and I forgave her. He needs to let it the fuck go.”

*~*

I pull into the clubhouse gates and see everyone is back from their assignments. T-bags comes out of the clubhouse. When he sees me, he jogs over, looking upset.

“Man, I just got a phone call. Big Willy got shived in prison.”

“Fuck!” I bellow. “We know anything?”

He shakes his head no.

I wanted to be the one to take that bastard out.  “Anything else?” I ask, sighing. Plans just got shot to hell.

“Yeah, they found Foxy’s body by the old gun warehouse, shot in the back of the head.” I run a hand over my beard. “That’s not all, man. Some rumors say that we are falling back into the old ways. Everyone knows that Big Willy and Foxy were part of the old club. There is talk, that with Eden home and going through some troubles, we’re taking care of her problems like the club used to.” He shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what more to say. I’m not sorry to see either one of them get what they deserved, but I’d have loved to be the man that delivered the justice.

“Shit, this isn’t good. We worked fuckin’ hard bringing this club around to what we are now, earning respect from the town.” I’m not about to stand aside and let our reputation take a hit after everything we’ve done to get it where it is. “Get the Chief on the phone. Tell him I want a meet,” I tell T-bags.

“You got it, Pres,” he says with a nod, then goes to walk back inside but turns back to me. “Just so you know, I’m done with Eden duty. I had to put up with that batty old woman for three hours the other night.”

I smile. “Yeah, sorry,” I say lying.

He walks away, leaving me standing out here alone. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to tell Eden about this. I already told her I’d take care of it. If she finds out they are both dead, she might think it was me.

I walk into the clubhouse to see everyone with a beer in their hand and chattering. “Hey, old timer,” I greet Bruce when I take a seat at the bar.

He’s been in this club since the beginning. Getting him to change his ways was hard; he was one of our hardest men to turn. From what I know, he still goes out of town and parties with another charter, getting all the pussy he can.

But over the last few years, he’s proved his loyalty to us, so I don’t really care that he’s fucking around on his old lady or that he’s screwing around with women forty years younger than him.

“Pres,” he says with a chin lift.

“I need you to work on something for me. Big Willy and Foxy were both murdered this week. Need you to try and find out about it,” I tell him.

He’s got friends on the inside, is even still friends with the members that left when we changed the club over, so I’m hoping he’ll help with this.

“You got it. I’ll see what I can find out,” he tells me as he wipes down the bar.

I grab a beer and walk over to where Breaks, T-bags, and Reaper are sitting. “So you wanna tell me about your night with Mrs. Shepard?” I ask him with a grin.

He groans and leans forward, putting his head in his hands.

“That old woman, I’m telling you, has a fuckin’ screw loose. I thought Eden was just calling me for her booze, but then she got me inside, asking me to hang out. She fucking set me up, man.”

“Eden does that all the time, brother,” Reaper says, smirking.

“So I go into the living room, and she starts in on me—my appearance, my tats, asking me if I’m Emo, if I ever eat. Then she proceeds to order about ten pizzas and literally even tried force feeding me when I only ate one pizza.”

I burst out laughing. “Wish I was there to see it.”

T-bags glares at me. “I want you to take me off Eden duty, man. Not going through that shit again.”

I lift a chin, still laughing. “Breaks, looks like you’re on, man.”

He smirks. “Sure. I ain’t scared of no old woman.”

Reaper’s face pales. “Brother, don’t even say that. She’ll get you. Trust me.”

Breaks has no idea what he’s walking into.