Widow's Undoing

by L. Wilder

  We sat there going through everything time and time again. Even Viper came in to join our efforts. Unfortunately, Menace was right. There was nothing to be found. We were all feeling frustrated, which was only amplified when Shotgun came into the room. The man looked completely defeated as he looked to Viper and said, “I fucked up and pushed Grant too hard. Now, the motherfucker’s gone into shock.”

  “You gotta be kidding me.”

  “I wish I was.” Shotgun sounded completely defeated as he explained, “I knew he was gettin’ close. Sure you saw it, too. The motherfucker could barely speak when you came in there, but I just kept pushin’ and now his whole body is close to shuttin’ down.”

  “It happens, brother.” Viper leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with an aggravated grumble. “The timing sucks, I’ll give you that, but it is what it is.”

  “Doc is in there with him now. He’s pumping him up with fluids. I’m gonna have to give it a couple of hours, maybe even longer, before I can get back at him.”

  “Then, go take yourself a shower and get a few hours of shuteye. That way you’ll be ready when he comes around.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  It was times like these when every second counted, so it gutted us to know it would be that much longer before we got the information we needed. Unfortunately, our hands were tied. We couldn’t move forward until Shotgun got Grant talking, and there was no telling how long that would take. Viper glanced down at his watch as he said, “We might be on lockdown, but we still have a business to run. We’ve only got an hour before the clubs open. You boys need to go get ready for your shifts. I’ll let you know if anything new comes up.”

  “Yes, sir.

  “Keep your eyes open, boys. I want you ready if these assholes try to pull something.”

  “Understood.”

  Chapter 14

  Frankie

  After a long, agonizing day, the kids and I piled up in the living room to watch TV. Sean was sitting next to me on the sofa when I checked my phone for the hundredth time. I was hoping I might hear something from Roman, but there was nothing. I let out a disappointed sigh, and seconds later, Sean asked, “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh...ah,” I mumbled, quickly pulling myself from my thoughts. “Nothing, honey. I’m fine.”

  “No, there’s something,” Sean argued. “You’ve been acting weird all day.”

  “I’m just tired, sweetie.” I wasn’t exactly lying. I really was exhausted. I’d been up all night thinking about Roman and the promise I made him. It was all I’d been able to think about. I hated the idea of something happening to him, but there was no way I could tell Sean that. “We’ve been really busy down at the coffee shop, and I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

  Corry looked up from his phone as he asked, “So, there’s nothing going on with you and Widow?”

  “No, what makes you ask that?”

  “I don’t know.” His freckled nose crinkled as gave me a slight shrug. “You’ve just been different since he started coming around.”

  “Different how?”

  “You’ve just seemed happier or whatever, but ever since he left last night, you’ve been all bummed out.” He looked down at his phone as he muttered, “I figured y’all must’ve broken up or something.”

  “Broken up? Wait, you know that he and I have been talking?”

  “Come on, Mom,” Sean piped in. “We’re not little kids anymore.”

  “Yeah. We know you’re into him,” Corry added.

  “And how do you know that?”

  “It’s pretty obvious. You act all weird around him.”

  I sat up on the sofa as I gasped, “Weird how?”

  “You know, all that stuff girls do. Your face gets all red and you smile a lot. Even your voice changes,” Sean teased.

  “It does not!”

  “Um-hmm. It gets all soft and sweet, like you do when you’re about to fall asleep.” Sean chuckled, making it clear he was having himself a grand old time goading me with all my little idiosyncrasies. “And you’re always staring at him and stuff.”

  Corry sat across from me nodding his head at everything his brother said. “Yep, there’s no way he hasn’t noticed.”

  “Oh, yeah. He’s definitely noticed,” Sean snickered. “But don’t worry. He’s always staring at you, too. Y’all both have it bad.”

  I’d thought I’d done a good job of hiding my feelings for Roman, but clearly, I was wrong. I’d hoped to keep this thing with him under wraps until I knew how things were going to play out, but the boys knew me too well. I knew they both liked Roman, but I wasn’t sure how they felt about us dating. “Well, since you brought it up, how do you feel about me seeing him?”

  “It’s okay with me,” Sean answered without hesitation. “I like Widow.”

  Corry wasn’t as quick to answer. In fact, he didn’t answer at all. He just sat in the recliner studying his phone. I waited a few moments, hoping he’d finally say something, but he remained silent. “Corry, you can tell me how you feel. It’s okay. I’ll understand if you don’t like the idea of me seeing Widow.”

  “I don’t know.” He fidgeted in his chair for a moment, then said, “I know you like him and he seems nice and all, but how do you know he won’t turn out like Dad?”

  It was a good question—a question he had every right to ask. After what he’d been through with his father, I understood his concern, but I didn’t have a good answer for him. So, I answered the only way I could. “I can’t really answer that. I don’t think he’s anything like your father, but I’m still getting to know him and that takes time. Right now, I really like him a lot, and I’d like to find out if I’m right about him.”

  “Yeah, but he’s not like most guys, Momma.” It was hard to tell if he was worried or enamored as he said, “He’s kind of a badass. I mean, dang. You’ve seen the guy. He could totally kick Dad’s ass.”

  He was right. Roman was big and strong. He was a member of a dangerous MC, and if I was being totally honest with myself, I didn’t really know him all that well. We’d never even had a real argument. I didn’t know how he fought or how he made up. We hadn’t even been on a real date, but in my heart, I knew I’d found something special in him—something I might never find again, and I simply wasn’t ready to walk away. “You remember the day he came here, and you helped him change the tire?”

  “Yeah.”

  “He went out of his way to help us, not once, but three times. He talked to you and took the time to teach you how to fix a flat tire. He picked you up at the park and made sure you got home safe, and just so you know, he’s never told me exactly what happened that day. He didn’t want to break your trust. All those little things will eventually grow into big things.”

  “Yeah, I get it. You’re right. I just want you to be careful.”

  “I will be.” I could tell by his expression he was still feeling skeptical, so I told him, “I’ll make a deal with you.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’ll take things slow. I’ll make sure he’s the man I think he is, and if there ever comes a time when he’s not, then I’ll reevaluate things. And you can do the same. If something comes up with him that you don’t feel good about, you tell me, and we’ll talk about it.” I got up and walked over to him, then knelt down so we were eye to eye. “I’m not going to make the same mistakes I made with your father, Corry. I’m a different person now. I’m better, I’m stronger, and I will not be with someone who isn’t good to us. All of us.”

  “You promise?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. I promise.” I reached over and gave him a big hug. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

  “I really hope so.”

  “It will. You’ll see.” I released him from my hug, then turned to Sean. “That sound okay with you?”

  “Yeah.” He smiled, “I already told ya. I like Widow. And I think it’s awesome he could kick Dad’s ass.”

  “He’s not going to kick your fathe
r’s ass.”

  “Wish he would,” Corry grumbled. “Especially after last weekend.”

  “What are you talking about? What happened?”

  “Trust me.” He rolled his hazel eyes with disgust. “You don’t want to know.”

  After all they’d been through with their father, there was no way I was just going to let this go. “Actually, I do. Tell me what happened.”

  “Gah.” He leaned his head back and groaned, “I should’ve never brought it up.”

  “But you did, so spill it.”

  “Fine, but it’s gonna gross you out.” He looked down at his phone and started flipping through his pictures. Once he found what he was looking for, he offered it to me. “It’s already been burned into my brain, so it might as well be burned into yours.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You’ll see.”

  I took the phone from his hand, and my mouth dropped the second I saw what was on the screen. It was a drawer full of various sex toys from dildos and strap-ons to lubricants and butt plugs. Yes, butt plugs. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Oh my God! Where did you find all this?”

  “In Dad’s sock drawer.”

  “Why were you looking through his sock drawer?”

  Corry looked at me like I had three heads as he answered, “Cause I needed a pair of socks.”

  I knew Marc had a thing for porn. He was always sneaking around to watch it when we were married, but I’d never known him to have an interest in these kinds of toys. He was always too proud for anything like that. If I even joked about it, he’d twist things around and make me feel like a whore for wanting more than her husband could give. It was like I’d insulted his manhood. Apparently, that wasn’t the case with Lila Jo. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Marc was never good in bed, so he’d have to be creative to keep a woman like her satisfied. I glanced back down at the picture on the screen and cringed at the sight. “Why in the world would you take a picture of all this?”

  “Figured if I had to be mentally scarred, so should Sean.”

  “You showed Sean?” I gasped.

  “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Cause he’s too young for something like this!”

  “I know about sex, Mom,” Sean complained. “I’ve known about it since about third grade.”

  “That doesn’t mean we don’t need to talk about all this.”

  “Nooo,” they both chimed in.

  Corry sat up with a look of panic. “We know all about this stuff, Mom. Dad’s a perv, and we don’t need to be like him.”

  “There’s more to it than that.”

  “Don’t make a big deal out of all this, Mom. Please.”

  “It’s hard not to.” It seemed my animosity for Marc would never fully go away. He wouldn’t let it. He continued to make things difficult, and I despised him for it. “I hate you had to see that. Your father should’ve been more careful. I’m so sorry he wasn’t.”

  “Mom, it’s not your fault.” Sean tried to console me by saying, “You can’t help what Dad does.”

  “Yeah, it’s not your fault Dad’s a total perv,” Corry snickered as he took back his phone. “Widow should totally kick his ass.”

  “Stop cussing!” I dropped my head in my hands as I fought the urge to scream. Between what was going on with Widow and what I’d heard about their father, I’d reached my limit. I just needed to stop, so I dropped my hands and looked over to the boys. “Stay out of your father’s drawers, and the next time one of you says a curse word, I’m taking your phone for the day.”

  “What! Seriously?” they both complained.

  “Yep. Completely and totally serious.”

  “That’s so unfair.” Corry sank back in his chair with a pout. “I hate it when you’re in a bad mood.”

  “Well, don’t give me a reason to be in a bad mood, then.”

  “I didn’t. Dad did.”

  Without replying, I turned and started walking to the kitchen. When I got to the door, I shouted, “I’m going outside to check the mail.”

  I went over and grabbed a cigarette from my secret stash, then went out to my hiding spot. I lit it, and after smoking for only a second or two, I realized it wasn’t going to help. Nothing was. Frustrated, I tossed it on the ground and stomped it out. I tossed what was left of the cigarette into the trash and headed back inside. I wasn’t ready to go back in with the boys, so I went to the bathroom and started a bath. I hoped a long soak might help take my mind off things. Once it was ready, I took off my clothes and slipped down into the hot water.

  I closed my eyes, and it wasn’t long before the tension in my shoulders and back started to fade. I inhaled a deep breath and tried to savor the moment, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to stop the storm of thoughts from raging in my head. There was just too much going on. The coffee shop’s weekly inventory, Corry’s counseling, Roman and our last conversation, and the boys and their father. I just wanted a momentary escape, but there was none to be had. The water was still hot when I got out and dried off. I threw on my pajamas, and after I got something together for the boys dinner, I got in my bed. I didn’t even turn on the TV. I just lay there in the dark, and it wasn’t long before I finally drifted off to sleep.

  I’d like to say the next few days were better, but they weren’t. In fact, they were even worse. Not only had I still not heard anything from Roman, I had another run-in with Marc. I was just about to close the shop when he came barreling through the front doors. As he started towards the counter, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

  “Lila Jo was cleaning the boys’ rooms yesterday, and she found Sean’s basketball uniform on the floor.” He tossed the uniform on the counter as he grumbled, “You really should teach them to take better care of their things.”

  “I’ll have a talk with Sean when I get home.”

  “Good.” He turned and took a few steps towards the door, but quickly stopped and whipped around to face me once again. There was a wild look in his eyes—a look I knew far too well. Knowing he was about to lay into me, I tried to brace myself as he snarled, “I always knew you were a fucking...”

  He cut himself short when Sydney came strolling into the room. Looking like she’d smelled something bad, she grimaced as she grumbled, “Hey there, asshat. Wish I could say it was good to see you.”

  “Hello, Sydney.”

  She rolled her eyes as she came over and stood next to me. “Why have you graced us with your presence today, Marc?”

  “He stopped by to drop off Sean’s uniform, but he was just leaving. Isn’t that right, Marc?”

  “Yeah.” He glared at me like he wanted to strangle me, then turned and started out the door. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

  Before I could respond, he walked out and slammed the door. Sydney let out an exaggerated sigh as she said, “Well, isn’t he just a ray of sunshine.”

  “That he is.”

  “Is it just me or did I just interrupt something?”

  “Nothing that didn’t need interrupting.” I wasn’t sure what Marc was about to blast me with, but I just didn’t care. “You know Marc. He’s always got something to be pissy about.”

  “Yes, I know all too well. I’m so glad you got away from that man and all his toxic nonsense.”

  “I divorced him, Syd. That doesn’t mean I’m done dealing with him and his stupid, toxic nonsense. He’s the boys’ father, and as long as he’s in their lives, I’m stuck with him.”

  It was a sad reality that I hoped would improve over time. Sadly, it hadn’t, and I feared it never would.

  Chapter 15

  Widow

  My brief visit with Frankie and the boys gave me a much-needed reprieve—something I hadn’t realized I’d needed until I had it. I might’ve stayed longer if I had known how the next few days were going to play out—maybe then, I would’ve been better prepared for what laid ahead. Unfortunately, there was no way any of us could’ve known
what was coming.

  By the next morning, the families had been brought in and had made themselves at home in their quarters at the clubhouse. I needed a break from all the chaos, so I followed Hawk out to the garage. He wanted to check out the damage to Badger and Danny’s bikes, hoping it might give us some indication to what had happened on the morning they disappeared. We were all three going over every inch of both bikes, studying every smudge or scratch when there was an explosion of gunfire several yards away. Hawk shot up, taking his gun from his holster as he shouted, “What the hell was that?”

  “Sounded like it came from out front.”

  The gunfire continued as I drew my weapon and followed Hawk towards the main gate. When we made it around the corner of the clubhouse, we found Lynch and Bear firing at the back end of a black van—the same black van that had tailed us just a few days prior. They continued to fire until it was well out of range. Pissed that they’d gotten away, Lynch shouted, “Goddammit! I hit ‘em! I know I did!”

  We’d just made our way over to them when Viper stormed out of the clubhouse with Glock in hand and roared, “What the fuck is going on?”

  “That black van just drove by...same one that tailed us on the way back from the run.” Lynch pointed out to the side of the road as he continued, “They were just a few feet from the gate when they opened the back doors and tossed something out the back. As soon as it fell to the ground, they took off.”

  “What the fuck did they toss out?”

  “Got no idea. It’s over there by the ditch.”

  Lynch opened the gate, and we all rushed over to the ditch to see what had been tossed out. As Viper got closer, I heard him mutter, “No...no...no.”

  Hawk’s voice was filled with anguish as he muttered, “Oh, dear God.”

  I stepped between them, and my blood ran cold when I saw what had been tossed out was the body of Badger. His face had been beaten to the point he was almost unrecognizable, both his wrists looked to be broken, and his throat had been slit from ear to ear. They’d taken his prospect leather jacket and torched it with him in it, and there was no way of knowing if he was alive when they’d done it. The sight of him in such a state brought bile to the back of my throat. As we stood there looking down at Badger’s broken body, my mind wandered to all the different ways I’d like to kill the sonofabitches who’d done this, and I had no doubt that my brothers were thinking the same. Panic filled Hawk’s voice as he asked, “Where’s Danny? What the fuck did they do with Danny?”