He wanted to kill him. The moment he walked through the door and saw his woman’s tits in front of that fucking pervert’s face, he was ready to end him.
After he sent the girls home, Blaine pulled Mr. Tunbridge up by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to his desk. He wrenched the man’s left arm behind him and pushed him by the collar.
“Olivia is done in this business. You know that, right?” he threatened.
“If you don’t hurry up and write that letter, your days of making chords with this hand are over,” he said as he bent the man’s index finger backwards.
Mr. Tunbridge opened up a form letter he kept on file and changed the subject line to Olivia Westerman.
“Now print it.”
The shaking music teacher printed off the letter and Blaine slapped the paper down on the desk. “Sign it.”
“I’m left handed,” the teacher said smugly.
“I don’t give a shit. You might have to get used to life without this hand if you don’t sign it right now,” he said and put a pen into Mr. Tunbridge’s right hand. He scrawled out his signature and then Blaine picked him up by the neck and tossed him to the floor like a rag doll. He gave him a kick as he walked out the door.
He folded up the letter and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. He threw his leg over his bike and drove, shirtless, back to the club. There were a few final details for the AGM that needed his attention. Everything had come together nicely once he delegated the majority of the logistical jobs to the prospects. He had been following the forecast, and it looked like the weather was going to be perfect. There was a chance of some rainstorms, but they weren’t until late in the evening. The people that were sleeping in tents might get a little wet, but Blaine didn’t care. He’d made arrangements with Steve to stay in his Bunkie down by the river.
He parked his bike and sat down with a couple of the guys who were milling around outside the clubhouse.
“You guys look like shit,” Blaine said, smiling.
“Thanks, asshole. You too,” the worst of the two retorted and slapped Blaine on the bare back. “The women tear off your shirt last night?”
Blaine smiled. “Something like that. Is everything all cleaned up in there?” he asked.
“The prospects are working on it. A few of them are looking pretty green, but they know that they have to get ‘er done.”
Blaine pulled out his phone and walked to the back of the property for some privacy. He dialed Olivia’s number, Maddie answered.
“How’s she doing?” Blaine asked.
“She’s sleeping. She’s exhausted.”
“When she wakes up can you have her call me? I need to explain something to her. I mean, I need to apologize to her.”
“Blaine.” Maddie said, her tone serious.
He held his breath.
She continued, “I love my sister, and she’s head over heels for you for some reason. I need to know that you’re not going to break her heart. I’ve heard about what you bikers are all about.”
Blaine felt himself get defensive, but knew that she was right. A lot of his brothers treated their women like objects. The women that didn’t like it didn’t last long, but some liked being objectified, they were the ones that stood the test of time with the long-term bikers. There were a few guys who truly loved their old ladies and did their best to be true to them. It wasn’t always easy for them to be faithful, women seemed to be drawn to bikers, and sometimes it was easier to fuck them than to fight them off.
“Maddie. I care about Olivia and I think that there’s something special about her. I want to be with her, but I don’t want to subject her to club life. I’m torn, I can’t leave the club.”
“She’s changed since she met you, Blaine. She’s standing up for herself and, other than today’s craziness, I think that being around you has been good for her. I see what you’re saying, but I think if you pull away from her right now it will crush her.”
“What should I do?” Blaine asked quietly.
“Let me think about that,” Maddie said. “I want what’s best for her, but I have the feeling she won’t be able to stay away from you. I need you to be honest with me right now. Are you with that skanky woman, Liz?
“Hell no,” Blaine said. “I need to explain that situation to Olivia.”
“So, she won’t come between you two?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Blaine said.
“Good. You take care of my sister. The best thing for Olivia to do, is, well, up to Olivia. Be good to her and let her make the decision. If she’s okay with your club life, and you promise to protect her, I’ll be okay with it. Until I’m not. Then I’ll let you know,” she said.
“Thanks Maddie. I’ll think about that.”
“Are you going to see her today?”
“Who?”
“Olivia, you idiot!” Maddie squealed.
“I want to. This morning I’m running around trying to get everything ready for our annual meeting. Do you know if she’s coming?”
“Why would she be at your AGM?”
“Steve’s band is playing a few sets, I thought that she might be playing with them.”
“I’ll check with her.”
“Thanks Maddie.” Blaine flipped his burner phone closed.
Maybe Maddie was right. Who was he to decide what was best for Olivia? While he liked the concept of letting Olivia choose whether to get involved with him or not, he knew that she didn’t have all the facts. And she probably never would. Could he let her make a decision without telling her about his true history with the MC?