Mick

I hop on my bike and ride over to the clubhouse. I haven’t been here since that day. A part of it was out of fear, and the other because I had more important things to do, but it’s time for church. Crystal and Morgan are at our house, making a cake. It’s my birthday, but all I want to do is spend it in bed with my sexy wife. The wind is a little biting, so I lift up my bandana to my nose. Fuck, it’s a chilly October. I should have worn more than my vest and tee. No more pretty dresses for the wife. It’s too damn cold for that shit. She’s going to be pissed with me, but she’s got the baby to think about fuck if I could handle her getting sick. It tears at my gut when she’s throwing up. Several of the prospects are standing outside the new gate; it’s been reinforced and upgraded with the latest technology. I enter my personal code to get in, and they open. Cyber has been working on a fuck load of safety measures since that day, and that’s what this meeting is about.

I park my ride next to the others, tightening my grip on my gun. A shiver runs down my spine as I step into the clubhouse.

“Hey, Mick. It’s good to see you,” Beast calls out, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “How have you been, brother?”

“Hanging in there.”

“Yeah, well it’s cool that you and the princess are finally together.”

“Thanks. But don’t call her that. She’s mine.” I’m practically in his face. I don’t know why, but it’s not cool.

He throws his hands up in surrender, and I back up a bit. “Sorry, Mrs. McMann or is it, Morgan?”

“Either of those are fine,” I grumble.

“Come on. We’ve got to talk shop.” He leads the way back to our meeting room.

A round of applause goes around the room. “Damn, it’s good to see you,” Cowboy adds.

“Happy Birthday, Man.” Boomer comes up and pulls me into a hug. “Did you think we forgot?”

“Obviously since you fuckers have me here instead of home with my wife.”

“Don’t get your ass kicked. She’s still my sister.”

“And mine too,” Jackson adds.

Doc passes me a beer then Cyber begins. “Okay, men. Here’s what we’ve managed to add: Wrench has upgraded our bikes to have bulletproof gas tanks. All our devices are equipped with tracking info of my personal making. The rest of the supplies to put up fenced reinforcements for the houses have arrived. Only Boomer, Doc, Beast, and the Clubhouse have them so far. The shipment had failed the testing phase, so it was sent back for Mick’s and Cowboy’s homes. Everyone else lives in apartments, and they all have reinforced doors and security locks already installed.

“We haven’t seen or heard from any of those fuckers. I’ve tried to get the bead on Cortez, but he has ghosted because he’s wanted by the US government and his own for numerous crimes including murder. Of course, we know that fucker is capable of it all. If we find him first, the police won’t need to look for him. But it may be the reason his men are laying low.”

“Are we going to hunt any of them down yet?” I ask. I want revenge and peace. Knowing these fuckers are out there puts me on edge. Morgan’s everything to me and keeping her safe and happy are my reasons for existing.

“Not yet. They’ve almost disbanded. We are into Evan’s contacts, but his main source is the one I already put a bullet in.”

“Okay, so Morgan’s shop opens next month, and we’re going to have a detail on the place.”

“You know it, brother,” Boomer tells me. “Now, look at the new surveillance, security room. Then we can head back to the house.”

“Yeah, I already hate leaving Morgan alone for a long time.”

“Don’t worry; I sent Gabe to patrol.”

“What?” I roar.

“Just fucking with you. Cowboy and Wrench are patrolling.”

“Good. I swear to fucking God, it’s like you all want me to kill a motherfucker.” We walk to the back of the clubhouse where there’s a small office. When I go in, I see a completely different room than I remember. There are at least twenty monitors and a fuck load of other equipment. I look at the screens, and I see the café.”

It gives me a hint of comfort, but at the same time, I know there’s always a chance someone will come for my woman.

“We’ve got her well protected. Stop thinking about it.”

“I know she’s your sister, but it’s different. Can you imagine losing Crystal?”

“Never. I couldn’t live without her,” Boomer answers, looking distraught over a simple question.

“Exactly, I worship her. I fell in love before I understood it.”

“Then let’s go get some of that cake if our pregnant wives haven’t dipped into it.”

A group of us ride over to the house. Doc, Rico, and Beast and half a dozen of the prospects stay at the clubhouse to drink.  We enter the house to see the girls holding the cake out, and they all begin singing.

I blow out the candle, then kiss my wife. Boomer takes the cake before it falls and leads everyone into the kitchen. He understands I need a moment alone. “I love you, Morgan.”

“I love you, too. Happy birthday, husband.”

“It’ll be a happier birthday as soon as we get rid of all of them,” I whisper, cupping her ass and rubbing my cock against her pussy.

“Then let them eat cake,” she squeals, stealing a stroke of my bulge before dashing into the kitchen with a fit of giggles.

“Happy birthday to me,” I mutter to myself, hurrying after my wife.