Treats Aren't Always Sweet (7 page)

“Why? They are all the same, I have stayed in
the houses before you know,” Treat said and War grinned.

“This is not the club’s house, babe.” War
laughed loudly.

“What?” she asked confused and looked at the
other houses. All of the members houses had little signs on them,
it was kinda funny. In fact, right next door was Free and Bic’s
house, which would make it easier for them to help out if
needed.

They were cute, all painted white, looking
fresh and new. If she were honest, Treat expected them to have
picket fences and shit as well, that is how sweet they looked. But
the fronts were slightly different, each with their own colored
shutters, the one they were standing in front of have pale blue
ones, it gave the house a Caribbean feel. But it was the screened
in front porch that did it for Treat, she could just imagine having
a cup of coffee on the porch in the morning with her sister while
Buddy played safely with them. Yeah, this was something they never
had.

“Our house, babe, why would Stone and I move
into a house to protect you when we have plenty of room here,” War
said and took her hand. She pulled away from him and yelled.

“No way, you all said it was a safe house,”
she snapped.

“It is, the safest house on the compound.
Stone and I will be right here, and Free next door. What could be
safer?” War replied.

“This was not the deal,” Treat argued.

War got real serious and leaned in. “It may
not have been the deal at first but it is now. We don’t know where
that asshole is and we are not taking the chance he would find her
and her son. This is the best way, and sorry if you are a little
bent out of shape about the whole thing, but get over it. Stone and
I are doing this, you can like it or not, which I prefer you like
it, but if you don’t, tough,” War growled.

Treat frowned, okay, when she told Shady to
give them the green light to make up for their past digressions
with her best friend at the time, she figured they would at least
kiss ass a little. War was not kissing ass at all, he was doing the
same thing he always did, which was tell her what to do, this
wasn’t going like she figured it would.

“Yeah okay, War, I hear you, now you hear me.
I can protect my sister and her baby just fine if being nice and
polite is going to be an issue for you. I don’t give a shit if this
is where you decided we needed to be, this is not where we are
staying. Now call and tell Free to get us a house, you two can come
stay there for a few days until we are safe and then you can leave.
I can handle it from there,” Treat said firmly and War glared at
her and then reached around her and grabbed her bag and walked
toward the house. “Hey.”

War paused briefly and snapped, “I am not
spending the next few weeks with you in my house for the first time
arguing with you. Stone and I have been waiting for this
opportunity so get the chip off your shoulder. We fucked up; we
know that, we apologized for that like a million times. Were we
dumbasses, yes, but you know, regardless of the fact we should
never had anything to do with Trick, we could have if we wanted it.
We were not together, there was no commitment, and you know that
‘cause we made that clear. So really you don’t have a right to be
pissed off too much more about it, since honestly we have been
punished a fuck of a lot for a so called fuck session, the bitch
was just used to make a point. It was us acting out because we were
all hot and bothered about your dancing and we got jealous when
other guys were touching you in the first place. Not that I am
saying you were in the wrong dancing, ‘cause that is what you do.
No, what I am saying is we were not prepared and fucked up in a
huge way. Now, I have explained that shit, and it is over. I am not
spending the rest of my life apologizing for a stupid fuck up.”

Treat stared at him, did he really just say
that to her? Seriously? He thinks he can just throw that out there
and everything is fine? Does he know how the female mind work?

“Uh, yeah, okay,” Treat snapped back. “I get
you both think it is just a blip on your screen and it normally
would be. However, what you don’t know since you have never taken
the chance to get to know me, is that there are a few things I can
take and there are some I cannot. That being said, here is your
first lesson in thinking Treat is always sweet, when I dance, no
one touches me, at all, before, after, during, none. The guys know
it and they also make it real clear to anyone who attempts this.
Which should you have actually asked, you would have known? The
other part to that, is this, no one touches me ever unless I
choose
to let them, and when I choose to let someone, it
means something to me. Another thing you would have known if you
would have put out the effort to get to know me even a little.”

War sighed and turned walking to the front
door. “I see we aren’t going to let this shit go.”

Treat growled. “You see right.”

“Tough shit, you are staying here it has
already been decided,” War snapped and they walked to their front
door. War and Stone already knew what was inside, they had laughed
when Free told them. Slider and Cajun had waited until they left
this morning before breaking in, the bastards.

Treat followed into the house slowly. She
knew she wouldn’t win this battle so she chose to just go along
with it, which was until she could talk to Bic and Free about the
situation. She had a little bit of time, her sister wouldn’t be let
out of the hospital for at least a week, and she would bunk with
Bob and Nike until then.

However, when she walked into the living room
she had to admit the place was plush. Who knew to rough bikers
would have good taste. The place looked masculine, with the darker
colors and the huge TV, but it was nice. The furniture was leather,
which she smiled at, of course it was. She hated to admit she was a
little impressed. When she hit the kitchen though she froze, what
the fuck? It was fucking huge, and it was totally whacked out with
high end stainless steel appliances, marble black countertops, and
glass front cupboards that showed amazingly nice matching dishes.
Wow
, Treat thought, and then her eyes were drawn to the
gorgeous classy wood plank table.

War walked to a small pantry off to the side
ignoring the fact there was some man tied to a chair glaring at him
and waiting apparently for someone to pull the gag out of his
mouth. War walked back into the kitchen with a bag of bread, set it
on the counter, and then opened the fridge.

“Uh,” Treat said, clearing her throat a
little.

“You want a sandwich before we go to the
hospital. I hate their cafeteria food, and if we are there for a
few hours I am gonna get hungry,” War said calmly.

Treat’s eyes widened, “War, there is a man
tied to a chair in your kitchen.”

War grinned and looked over his shoulder. “I
know, it is your present from Slider and Cajun.”

“Present? They gave me a man as a present?
Not sure I know what to do with that,” Treat said and walked over
to the man and pulled the gag out of his mouth. “Why are you my
present?”

War turned around and leaned back on the
counter, crossing his boot covered feet and grinned while the
little man began to sputter and talk.

“Where is Cajun, man?” the man whined. “I
told him I would pay him back, I don’t know why he had to go and
‘nap me to make his point.”

Treat frowned and repeated, “He said you were
my present, why are you my present?”

The man’s little shifty eyes looked at her,
he was taller and skinny, and looked like he needed a bath, but
Treat wasn’t sure that was going to help. The man looked crazy, he
had long blond dreadlocks, a pierced lip and eyebrow, and was
wearing what looked like ‘Hemp’ made clothes that were rainbow
colored.

“Yeah, yeah, man, I mean chica,” the man said
quickly. “I am Boony, the best paper maker in Cali. I am your new
employee Caj said. He is my man, Caj, helped Boony out without
asking questions a while back. Coulda been a mess, man, and Caj
just stepped in an’ cleaned it up. Was fucking shiz-nit, chica,
told me I owned him one and now he is pulling the tab.”

Treat grinned, she kinda liked the little
weirdo. “Sorry, didn’t get what the hell you were saying other than
Cajun helped you out with something and you are now my employee.
But what do you do?”

“Paper maker, chica, best one you will ever
find.” Boony grinned.

War said quietly, “He makes IDs and any
paperwork needed to start over for anyone.”

Treat nodded but still frowned. “You don’t
steal identities do you, we don’t need that.”

Boony looked shocked. “Hell no, chica, I am
prime, make shit up for everything. You give me a new name I can
build a past, fucking credit score and everything that no one would
ever question.”

Treat thought for a minute and then looked at
War, this guy was perfect, but they couldn’t keep him tied to a
chair forever. She wasn’t that cold, but maybe the basement, they
could make a nice place down there.

“Ooookay,” she said slowly and then slumped a
little, she couldn’t keep him her prisoner. “So you are okay with
being an employee?”

Boony grinned. “Sure,” he said chirpy
although still tied to a chair it seemed like he had little choice.
“I can hang here, been hanging on Coronado beach for a while, but
getting tired of showering in the beach showers, man, people piss
in those, it is kinda gross.”

“You don’t have a house?” Treat asked.

“Nah,” Boony said. “Don’t like to be confined
you know, after I got out…”

“You were in the military?” Treat said
hesitantly.

“Hey, yeah, where I met Caj, he kinda cleaned
up a situation I had while trying to help a female escape the
country. Came back, but seriously was a little messed up, couldn’t
be in small places and shiz like that.” Boony shrugged. She had a
hard time thinking of him being in uniform at
any
time, it
looked like maybe he baked a few too many of his brain cells.

“Well, how are you gonna…” Treat started and
Boony laughed.

“Chica, Caj and his ‘brother’, said there is
a lean-to behind the house on the small beach. I am good there, uh,
just need to get released from uh captivity you know. Caj wanted me
to just wait for you but I knew I would get antsy, told him I would
meet you; he didn’t believe me since I was having a little toke at
the time. I can’t believe he ‘napped me though, gonna need to talk
about that. Anyway, my bag is out back, he said, if you untie me,
show me the lean-to, and I will get settled. All my gear is in my
bag, I will give you a list of supplies I need, but need a secure
desktop to work my magic for the reals.”

Treat laughed and shook her head and then
looked at War who shrugged. He hadn’t said a word but was looking
at Boony like he was a strange alien who was sitting in his
kitchen.

“Not involved in this, babe,” War muttered
and said, “Just telling you though, he isn’t using the shower here,
he can use the one in the clubhouse bathroom.”

It took a hour to get Boony situated in his
new shelter, which Treat really had to say was a bit weird,
considering it used to be used to house animals who were marked for
transport. But the strange man seemed to be happy, especially with
his view, which she thought was fantastic as well.

The bedroom they showed her was on the main
floor, she argued she wanted to be closer to her sister on the top
floor, but they showed her they had already changed one of the
rooms into a nursery, while the other was being outfitted with a
hospital bed for the time being. The guys had moved into one of the
rooms on the main floor with twin beds, she had grinned when she
saw the beds since they didn’t look like they would hold the two
men. The one they gave her was the master bedroom with its own
bathroom. It was huge, a king size bed covered in a pale blue
blanket with light brown pillows made her think of the beach, it
was perfect. The furniture was all white washed and vintage just
like she had always pictured the perfect house. Damn them to hell
and back.

Now they were headed to the hospital, Stone
had come in on the end of the grand tour and hadn’t known what to
make of Boony either; the two huge bikers just seemed to take him
in. Treat giggled the whole time. She was really going to need to
thank Cajun and Slider for their present, he wasn’t only
entertaining, but he had shown her some of his own IDs, which were
amazing. He really could do what he said, which would come in
helpful when they wanted to give a woman a new life.

One other perk that Boony had was he could
cut the sexual tension in half when he was around, mostly because
the guys were focused on trying to decipher what the man was saying
half the time so they didn’t focus on her. The other half, they
were trying not to kill the little man who was extremely touchy
feely. From the moment Treat released him, he had been touching
her. The man threw an arm around her shoulder, grabbed her hand
when they walked to the lean-to, and then kissed her on both
cheeks, by then both of the guys were ready to thump the man, but
he was so harmless it was too hard.

The three bikes pulled into the parking lot
of the hospital and Treat almost ditched her bike and ran for the
entrance because she had seen her parents enter the front door of
the hospital in their Sunday finest since her mother was wearing a
dress and her father actual pants and not jeans. Shit, they were
going to cause problems.

Stone stopped right next to her as she swung
her leg over the seat and then moved. “Hey, baby,” he said as she
stormed by him, ignoring him.

“Babe,” War called and stepped off his bike
quickly and caught her arm. “Hey, slow down there.”