Pill said quietly, “If we hold her back, she will see it as a sign we don’t value her.”
“No, she will see it as a sign we are taking care of her,” Easy yelled.
“Listen, we broke her trust,” Creed said. “She is a member of the club and she will do what she can to help. We are not treating her like anything else. Your shit needs to be dealt with separately. As long as she remains on the club grounds, we can watch over her. The girls know she doesn’t go out alone. She didn’t know you dipshits were tailing them yesterday.”
“When she walked into Ink, she almost found out,” Poke grumbled. They had been pissed that she had gotten the tattoo but the others had over ridden them, it had been time.
“I am training her this afternoon,” Creed said and stood. Meeting over.
*****
Easy and Poke both made sure they were there when she came down to work in the office. It was a small detached building next to the shed. They sat in there quietly when Creed brought her into the room. They saw her stiffen when she saw them but both men kept doing what they were doing. There were seven desks in the room. One for each of the leaders, Shady had her own in the Shop.
Creed showed her where she would work. They had rearranged everything this morning so her desk was between theirs. Creed rolled his eyes when he saw what they had done.
Poke worked on the log sheets for the security of the businesses and Easy worked on the schedule. They silently listened as Creed explained all of the businesses and their books.
When it came close to three, Poke stood, went to the refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of water and fresh fruit. He took them to her desk and sat them down. She had lost weight, and both men were determined to take care of her. She looked up at him warily and nodded then went back to working.
Creed finally went to his desk telling her he would remain until she was done, in case she had any questions. Once their leader was at his desk, Easy turned on the music they had picked to play in the office. It was all country—her favorite—and once again Creed rolled his eyes. Freedom ignored them.
“I am done,” she announced an hour later looking at Creed. “I will come back tomorrow and get busy. My hours will be from eight to three.”
“Sounds good,” he said smoothly.
“Put me back into the rotation on the floor too. I am ready to get back to normal,” she said and walked out.
Easy sighed and Poke frowned at her retreating back. “Yeah, she ain’t gonna make this easy.”
“Duh,” Creed laughed and they closed up the office building and went inside.
Poke and Easy sought out Freedom who was in the main room sitting with the other girls who were waiting to go on shift. Shady worked the day shift today and would be home soon.
Rock and Magnum walked down the stairs and looked at Easy and Poke who were standing at the bar watching Freedom. The men smiled and walked to where the group of women sat and joined them. Freedom frowned but didn’t say anything.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Rock said to Freedom. “You ready to stop ignoring us yet.”
With a sigh, Freedom said, “I guess I have to since we will be running into each other. I talked to Pill and Meat this morning. They explained to me the reasoning. Like I told Creed, I don’t like it, and certainly don’t appreciate it. However, as long as it doesn’t happen again it is over. And if it does happen again, I will cut your dick off and feed it to you for fucking dinner.”
“Thank GOD!” Magnum yelled and clapped his hands. “So we can go back to not walking on eggshells. Come on, darling, let’s have a drink to celebrate.”
Easy and Poke frowned and walked over to where Freedom was sitting.
“So now you are talking to everyone,” Easy said.
Freedom’s eyes flashed and she stood, put her hand on her hip, and smirked. “I am talking to everyone but you two assholes,” she said and stormed around them.
“What, why?” Poke whined.
“Fuck off,” Freedom threw over her shoulder and went to the bar with the other women.
The two men went to the corner and watched Freedom. She had certainly turned over a new leaf. Gone was the shy, quiet woman they had fallen in love with and in her place was a wanton temptress they craved more than anything. Both men felt their temperatures rise as they watched all the men from the club wander over to where she was standing. Wearing her short shorts and tank top again, she looked amazing.
She smiled and laughed at them, and even accepted their apologizes as they offered them. Soon Shady walked in and howled loudly when she saw Freedom drinking at the bar.
“Fuck yeah, my sister is home,” she cried and Freedom laughed and shook her head.
The girls who worked left and the next round of people who got off came back in. It was a regular night in the clubhouse, all of them talking and joking. Hell, even Fork came down and ordered pizza for everyone in celebration of Freedom talking to them again. Of course, Freedom had flipped him off at first. But the stoic man and Freedom got into a stare down. He was the one who backed off and then leaned over and kissed her cheek. He murmured something in her ear and she nodded but didn’t smile.
Easy and Poke ground their teeth together as Fork offered a small smile. The man never fucking smiled and in doing so, it was like him showing interest in Freedom.
“Oh fuck no,” Easy said and stood.
Poke grabbed his friend and held him back as they watched Fork look over his shoulder and raise an eyebrow at them. Easy and Poke glared at him and he chuckled and moved on.
“She may have changed some of her outside looks, and the way she is feeling, but she hasn’t changed her heart,” Poke said.
“How do we crack it open then?” Easy said frustrated.
“By showing her what we should have the first time,” Poke said and pulled his friend up the stairs.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Freedom walked out in the walkway that led to the office the next morning with a little smile, it was Friday, and tonight there was a party. Everyone had welcomed her back and she had actually heard what they said about wanting to protect her. She just couldn’t hold a grudge against them for trying to protect her. She could with Easy and Poke, she had been closer to them. They should have trusted her to make the right decision instead of not cluing her in.
She would have been hurt that they wanted to send her away, but she would have gone. At least she would have known how they felt about her. The way it stood, she didn’t think they cared enough to talk to her.
As she opened the door, she paused. The room was filled with the leaders of the Warriors MC and a few men she didn’t know. “Sorry,” she said quickly and went to shut the door.
“No, Freedom,” Easy called and she stopped. “Come in, you need to sit in on this.”
Freedom nodded and she went and sat at her desk and looked up. Three men she didn’t know sat across from her. Poke stood, walked around the desk, and said.
“Freedom Stands, this is Mr. Fredrick and his two investigators we hired to figure out what your father was doing.”
“Oh,” Freedom said and leaned back. She didn’t even know they had hired anyone to help.
“We want them to tell you what they told us,” Easy said. “We want you to understand the dumbass decision we made, but we also want you to know we get we should have involved you from the beginning. This is your life, and you should have had a say in the decisions.”
Freedom looked at him in surprise. Damn them, she thought but then turned and looked to the men who were nodding.
“If I may,” Mr. Fredrick said and handed her a file.
Freedom took it then opened it and looked. It was her whole life in one small folder.
“Your father had been gambling for years, it was your mother who controlled it to a point. She is the one who made sure his debts were paid when he went on a bender. When she was diagnosed with cancer, she tried. However, as you will see, your father became more and more desperate to co
ver not only the cost of the medical bills but the gambling debts as well. He began borrowing from anyone he could, using that money to pay back someone else, and so on and so on, while still gambling and losing. He was in deep, but the reason the Warriors actually became nervous was when the Diablos and the Devils were in direct competition for you. Let me be honest, they both had plans on attacking the grounds here to get you,” the man said. “The Diablos had explosives, and the Devils had guns, either way someone was going to get hurt. Creed and the others came to me. We were planning to send the other women and children away right after you left. Then they were going to fight for you.”
Freedom looked at the members of the club. “Why?”
“Because you were family, you are family, but I also knew you would never leave and let us do what we had to do if you thought any of us would get hurt,” Easy said. “When push came to shove you would have just given yourself up, and we were not willing to do that. Poke and I had already told Creed we were claiming you. The guys knew that we wanted you as an old lady. That is why Creed didn’t let you get the tat; we wanted a special on done when we asked you. You were going to be the first Bitch-old lady in the club, so we thought you should have a combination of tats. Kink made one special for you.”
But,” Freedom said.
“We were wrong to underestimate the Diablos, we never thought anyone would betray us. But Trick did, and for that I am sorry. The only thing we wanted was to protect you and keep you safe, that is it. We are a club, Free, and we do things a certain way, we will make decisions you don’t like and you will follow them, but this time we didn’t explain ourselves clearly. We wanted you so badly we just bulldozed over you,” Poke said. “We love you.”
Freedom felt a tiny crack in the steel she put up around her heart. She changed but she should have realized the men hadn't, she was never going to able to keep the wall around her heart, they would keep beating at it until it crumbled. Looking at the two men, she raised her hand to her chest and rubbed over her heart, feeling every stone of the wall as it fell, leaving her heart exposed once more. Damn it, she loved these men as well, even if they were overbearing and fuckups.
She thanked the detectives for explaining things to her as they gathered their things. She looked at the leaders of the club and knew she had pledged to belong to them. But she was still torn, her heart had been crushed when they had rejected her, how did she just forgive and forget that?
“Don’t worry about it right now, baby girl,” Poke said to her. “Just think on it. We will be here, always."
Freedom nodded and then went to work, she needed to think and clear her head before she made any decisions.
*****
“I have the biggest case of blue balls,” Poke moaned to Easy as they were standing at the bar that night. Freedom had been quiet all day, but she had at least been speaking to them a little.
She thanked them when they brought her lunch, or water. She had even smiled when they had teased her about how fast her hands moved on the calculator. But at the end of the day, she had walked by herself back to the house and then gone up to her room, grabbed something and left. None of them knew where she went, only that she had not left the gates and she was with Shady. That was four hours ago.
Now they were just waiting, she had to come in some time. It was an MC party with no girls, hell, even the whores weren’t there, what the fuck. The men had been grumbling about the lack of skin for the last ten minutes.
“Someone call the fucking gate and see where at least the whores are,” Fork complained.
“I did, Shady told them the first two hours was Bitches and members only,” Kink said, hanging up the phone.
“But I just saw one of them a few minutes ago,” Rock said.
“Yeah, getting in a car to be taken off the property. Shady’s orders,” Magnum said.
Creed stepped down into the main room and frowned. “Hey, where are the chicks?”
“Shady sent them away,” Fork grumbled.
“What the fuck for?” Creed yelled.
The lights in the main room suddenly went out. And the guys all froze.
“Shut the fuck up and sit your asses down, I sent them to fucking Victoria Secrets with the company card,” Shady yelled and turned on a dim light for them to see. The guys frowned but did as they asked.
“What the fuck, Shade?” Creed said.
“Goddamn it, I said shut it,” Shade yelled. “The girls will be allowed back in to the house in a few hours, but for now it is for the members only. My girl was a little self-conscious but she wanted to do something for her guys. For one night only, Freedom is back on stage and strutting her stuff for the club.”
The guys hooted and hollered as the girls pulled out a portable striper pole and put in in the middle of the room. They grabbed Poke and Easy and sat them in the front as the music began to play. Easy smiled when they heard the opening tunes of “Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy” came on the stereo. Both men knew it was her favorite song.
Suddenly, she appeared and Easy and Poke almost shit their pants. She was wearing only a leather corset and tiny little leather shorts. Her hair flowed around her and she had a leather biker cap on top of her head. She moved with grace as she shuffled around the floor until she reached the pole and began her routine.
They hadn’t seen her dance in weeks, and they forgot how smooth she had become. As they looked closer, they realized why she had wanted only the members to see her. The scars stood out angrily still, but it only made her sexier to them. She was their own battle harden Bitch and they wouldn't have her any other way.
Freedom thrust her hips, held onto the pole, and looked over her shoulder at her men. She hoped they understood what she was doing by dancing for the club. She was trying to show she trusted them, and that even though they fucked up, she understood why.
The portable pole didn’t allow her to climb it like she usually would because she had not been practicing; Shady and her had worked out how they were going to make this dance special.
She twisted and turned with the beat, moving her hips seductively and only making eye contact with her two men. She saw them grin when she thrust up to the pole as if she was fucking it and then she slid down. When she snapped her side, the shorts came off and she heard them moan. She was wearing a thong and the guys began to whistle as she turned to them, shaking her ass. Then she turned again, and grabbed the pole and slid up and down it quickly with the music.
Her top only had to little snaps on the sides that were hidden so she could pull it off. When the final chorus began, she turned and pulled her top until it gave way and threw her top at Easy, but she held her hand over her tits and moved until she was standing in front of them. As the song ended, she removed her hands and Shady turned on the lights right above her so everyone could see what the two men in front of her did.
When a woman became an old lady, the men had their names tatted with dates and a special symbol. Kink had come to Nike’s room and done the two new tats for her this afternoon.
On each breast, she now had the same tat, the Bitches, and the club’s with Easy’s and Poke’s names and today’s date on them. Two men—two tats. The boys cheered and Poke grinned, stood, and traced a finger around his name. Easy sat still and for a slight minute she was worried until the big man stood, threw her over his shoulder, and stomped toward the stairs and began climbing, yelling over his shoulder.
“You bastards aren’t gonna see that shit again, so erase it from your fucking memories, ‘cause the first one to whack off to our lady’s fucking dance is going in the ground.”
Freedom laughed as she hung upside down and they carried her to their floor.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Easy set her down on the floor, and it finally registered with her that they were staring at her tat.
“Easy?” she whispered.
“Shhh, babe, I am soaking up the look of my name on your fucking chest. It is amazing.”
Poke obvio
usly felt the same way but he was jerking his t-shirt over his head revealing his sculpted chest. Damn, she had missed those six-pack abs. He had a new tattoo as well, it flowed over his left shoulder where she couldn’t see it fully. Then she turned to Easy who had taken off his shirt as well and saw the exact same design on his. She turned Poke slowly until she could see the back, and then she looked at the front of Easy and she understood. They both had the Bitches Tattoo enlarged and placed over their shoulder as if covered by a blanket and the words said ‘Wrapped in Freedom’.
“Get naked, babe,” Easy ordered.
“Huh,” Freedom said, still looking at the tats on the men’s bodies. She saw Poke had grabbed a hold of one side of her underwear and Easy the other and they had pushed them down so she could step out of them.
She had been so caught up in staring at their naked chests she had missed them moving. They were magnificent, she thought and watched them as they slowly removed their jeans. Amusement danced in both of their eyes and she swung her head to try to watch both.
“Come on, baby girl, you are killing me,” Poke whispered.
“What…I…” she said, licking her lips and then Easy said.
“I can’t wait to taste you again, babe,” with a low voice that was getting raspier and deeper if possible, a sure sign he was turned on.
She loved his voice, when it got like that, hell, she loved both of their sexy voices, and she rubbed against both of their arms. When Easy’s hands moved up and settled on her shoulders, she swayed toward him. She felt safe with them, it didn’t matter what happened in the past, there was only now.
Easy ran his hands up the side of her face and cupped her cheeks and lowered his mouth. She felt the lightest touch as his lips caressed hers before he pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. The need—so deep—was expressed, and she wanted to ease it for him. Her hands rested on his chest, and she moved them, wrapping them around his neck and pulling his head back down so she could feel his lips once again. It had been too long since he had been able to kiss her.
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