Bruiser stopped Prez to talk business, and the Prez waved me on. I was not ready for all the workload yet; what I got so far today already filled my head to overflowing. There was so much more to learn about being VP than I had expected, not that I am not up for the challenge, I feel I needed a change, but wow, not all this at once.
I had just finished getting all I needed out of the fridge to start-making a sandwich when Pixie walked in. Why she was out the back was anyone’s guess, but before I could question her, she began her act. She makes me want to break my personal promise of never hitting a woman. Pixie had been gunning for me for years now, and I have never given her any sign that I was interested. If anything, I had pushed her away a bit too hard on more than one occasion; ignoring her doesn’t work.
The scream and Pixie’s hands leaving my body suddenly had me twirling around fast, in time to catch my girl throw Pixie as if she weighed nothing at all.
To my great relief, plus excitement and pride, I got hard watching my girl.
Max looked like she was ready to kill, her face flushed with anger, disgust, and determination all rolled into one.
Prez and anyone within earshot came rushing to the kitchen to find out what the screaming was about, ready to fight or to give first aid. Neither was needed; my girl had it all under control.
I have never had a chick fight for me like this; they were more like ganging up to have a turn, not fight for what was theirs, but then I never asked a girl to be mine before.
I liked it.
The Prez banned her, yeah, about time, she tried to get on with most patch members, whether they were taken or not, it was about time to get rid of her for good, but that was not my call.
“Maxine, you good?” Bruiser asked, looking at her, who was tucked tightly in my arms. She was shaking, but I don’t think it was from fear; it was more likely adrenaline. She turned in my arms, keeping contact with me.
“Yep, sorry about all the commotion, didn’t mean to cause so much drama.” She apologized.
“You have nothing to apologize for, that chick had no right being back there, and hitting on your guy. You did nothing wrong. Your hands okay?”
Max raised her hand to find a large amount of brown hair entwined in her fingers, and she took a large chunk out of that girl’s head.
I reached down and removed it from her fingers, and then checked her hand.
“She’s good,” I say to Bruiser as Max snuggles back into my cheek. Her shaking wasn’t so bad.
The guys slowly left the kitchen. Now, the excitement was gone. Bruiser and the Prez stayed and helped me make sandwiches. Max was now composed and was making coffee.
You could hear her taking deep, calming breaths.
We left her to work through whatever was going on in her mind, and be here if needed.
“The road trip, we have our two overnights at a campsite sorted, some of the other gangs will meet up there for a fun night, before heading back home. Would love the road trip to be longer, but maybe on the four-day weekend, we can do a kids run and set up some games. Think the families would love a trip that included the brats.” Bruiser chatted away with Prez. The weekend run sounds like fun; it’s a long weekend, and most long weekends, we try to have a run that includes the woman. That was the only time we would consist of the women. When we go on week-long runs, the girls stay home. It was going to be interesting trying to keep Max home. She was a biker, not a blow fly.
“Can I have two sandwiches?” Max asks shyly. It was rare for us guys to serve a woman, like we are now, but we do fix our own often. I like doing things for Max; it makes me feel good inside, pleasing her.
How can a woman do this to me in such a short time?
This new me was never on the cards. If you had told me six months ago that I would have a woman, and I would do anything for her, I would have told you that you were dreaming. Yet here I am doing things I didn’t think I would ever do, even the thought of being VP wasn’t on my to-do wish list.
We headed out to the chairs on the patio and sat.
I handed Max a plate, and we sat down to eat.
The guys kept looking at Max, as if she was going to break down or something. We don’t have girls as strong as her; most are delicate, I don’t mean how much they weigh, although most were tiny compared to us, but her inner strength, her ability to fight when needed, not a girl that needed our protection, all the time, she was one of the boys, and that was what was making us, all watching waiting and uncertain.
“Maxi Max, you sure you are good? You’ve gone quiet on us, and it’s scaring me.” Sticks touched Maxine on the shoulder to get her to look at her. Sticks looked worried and motherly.
“Did I hurt her badly she wailed like a banshee,” Max replied, looking concerned.
The group burst into chuckles, the tension broken.
That’s my girl.
“She’s fine, most of the hair in your hand was extensions, not pulled out by the roots, there were some that were, the bang on her head didn’t bleed, and doubt would have put any sense into her pea brain. Don’t worry that chick has had worse.” Sticks reassured her, pulling her into a hug.
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