Texas Tornado

by Lani Lynn Vale

  She seemed to slump, and she looked totally defeated.

  “That’s why you brought the wrecked bike to Free?” I questioned.

  She nodded. “That was one of Larson’s men’s old bikes. It was just a way in.”

  “How did you come to be where James was shot?” I asked.

  I was burning with questions. The need to know more about what happened with James was absolutely killing me.

  “I overheard Glen talking about a new gun before I left the last time and didn’t come back. I’d learned from working at The Gun Doctor what you would use that kind of gun for. I followed him; saw where he set himself up. I’d never intended to let anything happen. I was over confident. James came flying down the street before I could even react, tell him, and warn him. It all happened so fast, and I couldn’t let anything else happen to him, so I pulled him into my rental and took off. Dropped the car and him at the ER entrance, yelled like a frantic woman that someone was in trouble, and took off.”

  I couldn’t even begin to tell her how humbled I was that she’d do that. Put herself in the line of fire when I was sure she’d been scared shitless.

  There was only one thing I could think to say. “Thank you.”

  “It wasn’t enough. It will never be enough.” She sniffled, trying her hardest not to cry. “Tell him I’m sorry. He was always so good to me.”

  “You already told him.” I said, nodding my head towards the doorway where James was now leaning quietly, head down.

  When I pointed out his presence, he looked up, eyes hard.

  “You’re about to disappear.” He said with no emotion in his voice.

  She rose, nodding. “I know. Thank you.”

  When she tried to slip past him out the door, he grabbed a hold of her arm. “No, we’re making you disappear. We’ll give you a new identity. Money. A place to live. You’ll keep your head down. And you’ll never contact us again.”

  Tears poured down Jolie’s face. “Thank you.”

  He nodded. “Should have contacted me before it got this bad. You’re welcome.”

  Chapter 26

  To make sure we always have a happy marriage, I promise to always cop a feel when you get ready in the morning.

  -Life Lesson

  Shiloh

  “Where are we going, Sebastian?” I asked my brother, who had to be high to take me out in this shit.

  When he didn’t answer, I kept up my ranting.

  “It’s fucking seventeen degrees, and raining ice. We really shouldn’t be outside.” I chastised.

  “Shut up. Cheyenne has a surprise for you.” He growled, fed up with my bad attitude.

  It wasn’t my fault my jaw was sore.

  Nor was it my fault he had to wear an ankle bracelet that monitored his whereabouts. But he did, and he bitched about it constantly.

  “What’s your problem anyway?” He snapped.

  I glared at his back as we exited James’ old place, where we stayed on and off throughout the week depending on if he had to work the next morning.

  My problem was that James left for a SWAT conference the night before, and I wouldn’t see him for another three days.

  He missed my jaw being unwired. He missed my casts coming off. And, he took my cat to the groomers, and they’d shaved him like a lion. An honest to God lion. Why do you ask? Because my fiancé is a shit head, and I lost a bet.

  “We made a bet. I bet him that Janie would like my present better, and he did the same for his. She chose his, and he shaved my cat like Mufasa.” I explained.

  “What’d you get her?” He asked in surprise.

  I know, I was surprised, too!

  I gave great gifts. I always did. I took a lot of time planning each what to get everyone. It started months in advance for the big day. Which was good for me that I’d finished all of my Christmas shopping since I was in the hospital over Christmas. We ended up celebrating Christmas on the first of January.

  “I got her a bicycle. It was shaped like a Harley. I mean how freaking awesome is that?” I asked vehemently.

  “That’s pretty cool. What’d James get her?” He asked as he opened the door to the garage that led us into the down room.

  At first, I didn’t quite comprehend what I was seeing, and then I gasped at the beauty of it. Twinkle lights shone everywhere. All in the LED white lights that made them look faintly bluish in color.

  Sparkly snowflakes hung from the rafters, as well as fake ice crystals. Inside, in the middle of the room, was a dress. My dress. The one I’d cut out of a magazine when I was sixteen and fantasizing about my dream wedding.

  I turned to study Sebastian, and his surly attitude, his shadowed eyes, and flung myself into his arms. “Oh, Sue. I love you.”

  His arms tightened in warning, but they were warm and comfortable as he held me close to his chest. “Had your shit packed up by the boys about a month ago, and found that in the closet. Showed it to Cheyenne, and she made it happen. Do you like it?”

  “I love it, thank you.” I whispered with tears in my eyes.

  He grunted, pecked me on the forehead, and unceremoniously dropped me to my feet. I promptly returned the favor by punching him in the stomach, and then turning away to the ladies who’d stayed quiet during my moment with my brother.

  “Y’all are fabulous.” I proclaimed with gusto.

  They laughed.

  “We had a little longer than planned, but hey, at least you don’t have to worry about fitting into the dress. Getting measurements the first time wasn’t so hard, but you’ve lost a lot of weight over the past six weeks. The second measurements weren’t so easy, but it should fit you perfectly.” Cheyenne confirmed with a nod of her head.

  That was the God’s honest truth. I’d lost so much weight, over thirty pounds, that I looked almost sickly. Where before my body was well rounded and muscled, now it was skinny and bony. I did not look good, no matter how much James told me otherwise.

  Which was to be expected with nearly six weeks of smoothies. Yes, I could ground up a cookie, but why bother? What was the point in blending that up when I couldn’t get the chocolate chunks through my clenched teeth?

  I resumed my job, because for the most part, I could be heard and understood. James resumed his job with the SWAT team about a week ago, much to his chagrin. He hated the fact that he had to be one hundred percent healed, but it was understandable when the SWAT team had to be in perfect shape. The lives of others could very well depend on it.

  He’d argued that all he did was lay there and shoot people, but the Captain was adamant, and wouldn’t let him back until he passed the physical in the same amount of time it’d taken him the first time. He’d argued with that one, too. However, that was the only way the Captain could play it since it was obvious to everyone that James could’ve passed the test in enough time even with a hole in his chest. His pain tolerance was very high, and that was why he pushed himself sometimes further than he should have.

  “At least you still have good boobs.” Ember supplied helpfully from across the room where she was shoving cheese whiz into her mouth directly from the squirt can.

  That was true also. Out of everything I’d lost, mostly muscle, the fat stubbornly remained. I looked horrible. I really did. My boobs were fat and healthy looking. The stubborn pooch of my belly remained. Then there was the jiggly stuff on my thighs that used be lean muscle. No more. My arms jiggled when I waved, and I couldn’t help but stare at them every time I did so, making sure to wave extra-long, just so I could stare at the hideous flap of skin.

  James always made sure to smack my ass when I got too carried away though. He was helpful like that.

  Which always seemed to get us in to trouble, but he’d never finish the act, which was another source of my bad attitude. He’d refused to have sex with me. He’d told me that we both needed to heal, and I couldn’t disagree with him, but it was still rather frustrating.

  He’d promised me that we only had to wait until all my c
asts came off, and then all bets were off. I’d been so extremely upset that the day I was to get them off, he’d be gone, that I’d cried myself to sleep. Then he had to go and plan my mother fucking dream wedding, and my anger had evaporated.

  “That big shit.” I said, shaking my head.

  Cheyenne, Blaine, Winter, Ember and Payton all laughed, knowing exactly what it was like to have a man like James to deal with. Each and every one of them had been in my shoes at some point or another. They knew how the alpha male mind worked, just as well as I did.

  It was their way, or their way. No excuses.

  “Okay, so we have about an hour to get your hair washed and styled, your makeup on, and your dress cinched up. Are you ready?” Blaine asked, clapping her hands in glee.

  I smiled at her, nodded my head, and started walking towards them.

  “Alright, if you ladies don’t need my assistance anymore, I’ll be in the garage with everyone else. Okay?” Sebastian asked, clearly uncomfortable seeing all the girl stuff going on.

  I waved him out with a dismissive hand, and he exhaled in relief before practically gunning it out the door.

  Which promptly reopened when Janie came barreling inside wearing skinny jeans, biker boots, and a hoodie that said, ‘Got wind?’ Her hair was up in a ponytail high up on top of her head, and she had a single black ribbon tied around the ponytail so it hung equally on both sides.

  Those were my doing. She’d finally consented to having a ribbon in her hair, but that’s where she drew the line. She did not do bows. Period. James only laughed when I’d tried to get her to wear a bow one day, which was why he’d won the present contest in the first place.

  He knew his kid. Which was why he got her a small mini bike. She fucking adored it. She’s on that thing at least once a day for an hour. The bike I got her sat in the garage gathering dust, sad to say.

  “’Loh! Daddy said to give this to you.” Janie squealed and handed me a letter just as I’d taken a seat at the kitchen table.

  Blaine and Ember immediately went to work on my hair while I sat there and let it happen.

  “You should read that now. When we start on your makeup, there will be no more crying.” Blaine told me before yanking my hair out of its ponytail.

  The first sheet that was folded up was a bunch of numbers, percentages, and really a bunch of gibberish. If I was reading the sheet correctly, the number was nearly 110 million.

  What the hell?

  Then I got to the letter.

  Shiloh “Speedy” June Mackenzie, fixing to be Allen,

  So I assume you opened up the other letter first. Let me tell you what it means, since I’m sure you’re asking yourself....what the fuck?

  Stop shaking your head. I know you were.

  Two days before I was shot, I had my vasectomy reversed. I know, I know, you’re wondering why I didn’t tell you. Well it’s simple. I didn’t want to. I wanted to make sure it was successful before I told you. I wanted to be able to tell you that it worked, and that we could start trying before I got your hopes up. Since I’m telling you now, you know that it was successful. That number says my boy’s count is fucking perfect. Boom!

  Well, then the kidnapping, followed by our recovery happened, which actually worked out in my favor since I was supposed to withhold from sex for four weeks.

  Which would’ve worked out perfectly because I’d asked Cheyenne to start planning your dream wedding. Your brother helped there, describing a scrapbook you’d made your senior year in high school that held all your hopes and dreams for the future.

  Let me tell you, I plan on making every one of those things, and then some, come true. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want you to grow old with me. I want you on the back of my bike when we’re sixty years old, having the time of your life with me.

  But first, I want to make your first dream come true. Your wedding.

  Which is where we’re at right now. I hope I’ve made it all perfect for you. I want this to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Even if I have to wear a tux.

  I love you.

  See you at the alter.

  J.

  I wiped tears from my eyes as I finished the letter.

  “Good news?” Cheyenne asked in her chair across from me.

  My eyes snapped up from the letter to Cheyenne’s face. “The best.”

  When we’d discussed this in the hospital five weeks ago, I’d been optimistic. Now, though, I wasn’t so sure that this was a good thing.

  We’d been following Teal’s progress since her attack, and it was overly apparent that Teal was never going to recover. Teal’s ex-husband was indeed more connected than we’d ever thought possible, but sadly, wasn’t something the men of Free had even thought to check for before. One tiny little tracking device, implanted without her knowledge, was enough to find her halfway across the world.

  Although the situation in and of itself was truly horrible, it was good for the rest of the Freebirds. It meant that their identities hadn’t been compromised. They were safe to go about living their lives. Though a new plan of scanning for tracking devices was a protocol on the men’s to-do list as soon as the women were picked up to be sent on to their new lives.

  Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and it was horrible that a woman had to die for that new protocol to be put into effect.

  “Any news on Teal’s baby?” Winter asked with a small smile on her face.

  “She’s very close to being full term. They think it’ll be another week and a half or so. We plan to go up there within the next week to stay. Teal’s ex was identified by not only the traffic light cameras, but also by fifteen motorists and seven pedestrians. He won’t be able to challenge the child’s paternity. He’ll be in prison for well over thirty years.” I explained.

  “That’s so sad. How are y’all going to explain this?” Cheyenne ventured into shark territory.

  James had been adamant about making sure the baby would be accepted. He shouldn’t have been worried though, everyone was one hundred percent supportive, and couldn’t wait for the new arrival, even if the circumstances were horrid.

  “The baby’s ours. What is there to explain?” Janie asked, breaking into the conversation.

  Sometimes, a child’s perspective was all that it would take to humble anyone. Possibly, that was all that anyone every needed to hear.

  “That’s right, sweetie. Is that what you’re wearing to watch us get married in?” I asked.

  “Yes.” She scowled.

  I nodded. “Okay.

  I wasn’t about to tell her what she should wear. I’d seen that battle when James tried to get her to change her jeans because they had too many holes in them. It’d gone so well that I’d promised myself to never question here dressing choices. Plus, I didn’t want to have to spank her like James had that day. She was exactly like him, and how could I punish her for being just like the father I loved so much?

  She looked at me skeptically, but only until Ember interrupted me by telling me to close my eyes. Which is how I spent my next thirty minutes.

  “Alright. That’s done. Now, this is something we’re going to go do in the back room. You’ll want to get it done. I promise you you’ll love it. After the hard part’s done, that is.” Cheyenne said cryptically.

  I went with her, leaving everyone behind as they wore shit eating grins that I didn’t like at all. “Alright, what exactly are we doing?”

  “We’re waxing your girly bits.” She exclaimed. “Take your panties off.”

  My shoulders straightened, and I looked at her cautiously. “You’ve got to be kidding...right?”

  “Absolutely not. Now, take those bad boys off, hop up here, and we’ll start on the festivities.” She said with a bright light in her eyes.

  “I don’t know that I’m comfortable taking my clothes off and spreading my legs for you.” I finally replied after we sat there staring at each other for a few short moments.

  “Listen,” she said, pl
acing her hand on her hip. “I’ve seen so many vaginas that I could describe them to you in such minute detail that you’d beg me to stop. Trust me. You ain’t got nothing that I haven’t seen before. Promise.”

  Reluctantly I slipped out of my underwear, and blocked the next thirty minutes out of my mind completely. All I had to say was that James better love this, or I’d be doing the same to his pubic hair while he slept. That was even more painful than breaking my leg. All those things from Forty Year Old Virgin were true, only the words that came out of my mouth were much worse than Kelly Clarkson.

  “I’m telling you, he’s going to love it.” Cheyenne enthused as she opened the door that led back out into the down room.

  “Oh, he’s going to love it. He came running in here ready to go all Hulk on us when we explained that she was just getting her taco waxed.” Ember explained. “He left here with a dreamy look on his face.”

  My face flamed. “I wasn’t being that loud!”

  They laughed. In fact, they laughed so hard that Payton and Blaine were in tears. “Oh, really? My hoo haa burns. Make it stop. Blow on it. Get it off. Oh my God! Don’t you go near my asshole. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. He doesn’t even look at my asshole. It’s fine. Oh my God! Make it stop. You get that wand near my ass one more time and I’m going to shove it up your nose.” Blaine managed to squeeze out in between laughs.

  My face burned even more. “Okay, well it hurt!” I said to the gremlin twins.

  “Oh, we know. Don’t worry. We’ve all let Cheyenne talk us into this before. Now I just let the beast grow. God wouldn’t make women grow bushes if they weren’t meant to be there.” Ember said as she licked her fingers free of the salt from the potato chips.

  “Okay, here’s your something borrowed. Your something new. Your something old, and your something blue. Go put all this on, and come back out here so we can get you into your dress.” Winter insisted, while placing packages into my hands and ushering me back into the torture chamber.