Sara
After our fight, Danny and I stayed in his room at the clubhouse. There isn’t much to the room. It’s quite small, only holding a full-sized bed that takes up much of the space and a three-drawer chest. I can’t help but smile when I see a framed photograph of me and CT on the top. There is a small bathroom with a standing shower attached off the side where you would think there would be a closet. Not exactly a romantic start to our marriage but I did marry an outlaw. It can’t always be sunshine and roses. I know that. Life isn’t a fairytale. But part of me had thought Danny and I were living in our version of one. We aren’t perfect, and we have a lot to learn and a lot of growing to do. All that matters though is that we do it together.
I don’t know who that MaryAnn chick was last night, but I think I like her. The way she was with Danny, getting him to open up and apologize to me, I want to bake her a cake.
Danny left early this morning with Cupid and Boogeyman. He said if I wanted to stay here I can or I can have Uno drive me home. I guess he has been assigned to be my shadow while Danny isn’t around and drive me around until I get a car later this week. We can’t exactly cart a baby around on a motorcycle.
My mom wouldn’t let my dad buy me a car. Said I would use it to take off and see Danny and she was probably right.
I’ve been laying here for an hour contemplating getting up since I had my video call with CT and Morgan. She says he is doing great, but I really do miss the little guy. I can’t wait to get him here with me where he belongs.
My stomach growls, signaling it is time to get up and find my way to the kitchen. I’m starving. I didn’t really eat anything but some wedding cake yesterday.
I put my property patch cut on just to be on the safe side. I haven’t met all the club members and I would hate for some poor fool to get his ass kicked because I wasn’t making it clear I am a claimed woman.
I find the kitchen and MaryAnn is washing dishes. “Well look what the cat dragged in. Good morning, sugar. You missed breakfast, but I can whip you up an omelet real fast if you like.”
“You don’t need to go to any trouble for me. I can just make myself a sandwich or something.”
“Suit yourself.” She smiles as she returns to doing her dishes and I go over to the fridge and start setting out meats and cheeses. There’s a jar of pickles and there is a label on them that reads: Property of Reaper.
I snort and pop the lid off.
“Honey, I wouldn’t touch those,” MaryAnn tells me, drying her hands on a dishtowel.
“Why not? It’s just pickles.” I frown.
“Yeah, but those are Reaper’s pickles. That man is real particular about his food and who touches it. I swear I saw him count them one day.” She rolls her eyes. “Here. Get yours from this one.” She goes over to the fridge and gets another jar I hadn’t noticed from the back.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. You stick with me today and I will have you knowing the ins and outs and the dos and don’ts in no time.”
“Sounds good.” I smile at her and take a bite of my pickle.
She finishes up her chore and joins me at the table in the corner.
“So, what exactly is your role around here?”
“Well, I guess you want my story, huh?”
“If you are willing to tell it to me.”
“Well, about three years ago, I went to a biker party with my ex. He was a real piece of shit, but I loved his motorcycle and I thought he loved me. Turns out he owed this guy Marek a lot of money. And well, Marek thought I was pretty. Said he’d clear Bobby’s debt if I slept with him. I agreed because again I thought I loved him and he loved me. I’d done anything to get him out of trouble. The next morning when I woke up, Bobby was gone, and I had nowhere to go. Marek gave me a place with his club and the life kinda grew on me. I take care of the men and they take care of me.”
I look MaryAnn over. She is a beautiful woman. Thick curves, big boobs, luscious lips, and baby blue eyes. Any man would be taken in by her. Well, at least not my man, but the other men here.
We talk a bit more and I tell her about CT. About how my life has changed for the better since I became his mom. He is always so happy and full of life and wonderment.
I’m finding myself curious about Danny’s club, so I agree to hang with MaryAnn.
I spend the rest of my day following her around as she does her chores, changing bed sheets in the guest rooms and filling me in on the club members. Telling me some facts I would rather not hear…like their kinks in the bedroom. Boogeyman likes to choke his women. MaryAnn calls it erotic asphyxiation.
I don’t know if I would like that, but thankfully I’m not looking to be in Boogeyman’s bed.