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twenty-one.

 

Blaine was on fire. The tension in
his body was like nothing he could remember feeling. A pulsing anger for some
guy he didn

t know or didn

t give a damn about. Yet he
wanted to kill the guy. Because the guy had touched Jessa. Because the guy
assumed Jessa was for the taking. Just some bitch to bend over and take a dick,
right?

Fuck. No.

That

s
not who Jessa was. Or what she was meant for. Hell no.

Blaine rushed through the clubhouse
and grabbed Trev.

You got
a few?


What

s up?

Trev asked.


I
have a personal situation. I need back up.


What
for?


Just
roll with it.

The rest of the clubhouse was split
between partying and planning. Trev just stood there, beer in hand. He put the
beer down and nodded.

Where
are we going?


To
visit a guy named Mike.


Are
we going to kill him?

Trev
asked.


Maybe.


Good.
I

m in the mood to kill.

Blaine slapped Trev

s face.

That

s
why I love you, brother.


Don

t try kissing me or anything,

Trev said.

I know where your mouth has
been.


I

ve tasted some of the sweetest
pussy ever though.


But
you

ve also had some
…”


Save
that though,

Blaine said.
He caught Jessa approaching. He put a hand out and grabbed her.

Come here, sweetheart. You, me,
Trev, and a couple prospects are going to visit Mike.


Blaine
…”


Look
at the clubhouse,

Blaine
said.

Everyone is chilling
out. There

s nothing we can
do here. I can

t fucking
take this feeling.


You

re doing this for her?

Trev asked.


Why?

Jessa asked.

Is that wrong?


No,

Trev said.

I

ve
never seen Blaine care about a woman that was fully dressed before.

Jessa looked at Blaine, raising an
eyebrow.

Romantic.


Only
for you,

Blaine said.

Now let

s go.

They made it to the door where
Miller stood outside, staring across the lot.

Blaine pushed Jessa along and
whispered,

Go to my ride.

He then stopped next to Miller.

You out here alone,
thinking. That

s never
good.


I

m thinking about Griffin,

Miller said.

Blaine realized they were standing
at the exact spot where Chief Jerry had shot Griffin in the throat.


Damn,

Blaine whispered.


If
I acted faster

with Jerry
…”


No,

Blaine said.

Don

t do that to yourself. That only makes his death
seem foolish. He gave his life for this club. For you, Miller. For all of us.

Miller looked at Blaine.

I don

t want to fuck this up, Blaine. This gun move for
the club. Pushing back at Eight Under. We can

t
afford it. We

re still
healing.


Hey,
can I spot you some good news?


Try
me.


I
don

t need your woman

s tits anymore.

Miller shook his head.

I

m
going to
…”


No,
no, no,

Blaine said.

I

m
going to get my own soon.


What?

Blaine nodded toward Jessa.

Mine.


Jesus,

Miller said.

You knocked her up?


You

re the only one who knows,
Miller. This is crazy, even for me.


Well,
you figure you fuck enough women, it

ll
happen.


Not
when it

s throats, tits,
and ass, brother.


Christ,
Blaine. You

re going to
make one hell of a father.


Let

s hope I live to see the birth.

Miller grabbed Blaine

s arm.

That

s
why I

m out here, alone,
thinking. We

re all going
to survive to see your woman push out your baby.


All
in the delivery room, huh?


You
got to see Ella

s tits when
she was feeding Beck. It

s
only fair I see your woman

s
pu
…”


Stop,

Blaine said.

Just stop.


Doesn

t feel good, does it?

Blaine smiled.

Her name is Jessa. She

s my family now, Miller. She

s my only family.


Not
your only,

Miller said.

We

re
all a family. A bunch of dysfunctional asshole outlaws.

Blaine nodded and broke away.

A minute later he led the charge
out of the clubhouse, Jessa

s
arms around his body, three motorcycles following him.

It was time to make sure the
world understood that Jessa was his

and his only.

 

***

 

It was some fancy ass corporate
apartment building. The kind with new bricks but built to make the place look
vintage. As though the building had been standing for two hundred years when it
was probably built a decade ago for assholes like this Mike guy. The cars in
the lot were all expensive cars. The entire scene just pissed Blaine off even
more.

They weren

t that far out of Frelen either. That meant Jessa
had lingered around the area. She could have split after the murders and really
started over. But she didn

t.
She stayed. And now she was pregnant.

When Jessa pointed, Blaine waved a
hand and signaled the guys. He ordered the prospects to watch the front and
call if anyone was coming or anything happened. Blaine grabbed Jessa

s hand and kept her close.


This
is for you,

he whispered.

Stand up to this prick. You

re the mother of my child,
sweetheart. I need you strong.


I
am strong.


Good,

Blaine said.

He then pounded a fist on the door
and stepped back.

It opened a second later and a tall,
clean cut, pretty boy stood there with a white shirt halfway undone.


Hey,

he said, staring at Jessa.

Blaine and Trev hung to the side
where Mike couldn

t see.


You
can

t text me like that
anymore,

Jessa said.

Ever.


What?


You
heard me, Mike. You

re

you use people. You

re never going to use me again.

Mike laughed.

Is this one of those roleplaying
games? You want that? You want to resist so I get rough? That

s fine by me.

Blaine saw Mike reach for Jessa

s hair.

He snapped.

Blaine took out his gun and jammed
it into Mike

s gut.


Shit,

Trev said.


Help!

Mike screamed.


I

m going to fucking
…”
Blaine couldn

t speak.

Trev lunged forward and pushed
everyone into the apartment and hurried to shut the door.


You
talk to her like that?

Blaine asked.


Who
the fuck are you?

Mike
asked.

Blaine punched with his left hand,
hitting Mike in the nose. Then he swung his gun and cracked Mike against his
jaw. Mike stumbled back against the wall. Blaine then went to town, taking Mike
to the ground with hit after hit with his gun.

He only stopped when Trev grabbed
his arms and pulled him away.

Blaine was still swinging and
cursing.

Mike was huddled up on the floor,
crying.


Tell
him,

Blaine said to Jessa.

Tell him again.


You
don

t ever contact me
again,

she said.

Got it?

Mike looked at her, blood all over
his face.

Yes. Yes
…”


Now
give me the cell,

Blaine
said as he pulled away from Trev.


Blaine,

Trev said.

Think about
…”

Blaine looked at Trev.

You have my back, brother?


Always,

Trev said.


Good.
Then take this pants off.


What?


I

m putting that cell phone
someplace he

ll never
forget.

Blaine crouched
and grabbed Mike by the hair.

You
think you

re rich and
tough? It

s your turn to
get fucked.

Blaine didn

t need to say it again.

He and Trev went to work as Jessa
stood at the door, her eyes wide, jaw dropped.

Sometimes Blaine believed there was
a sickness somewhere in his head. But when he satisfied the sickness and had
good reason, what the hell did it matter? Jessa was family. She was carrying
Blaine

s baby. Anyone who
messed with her - past, present, future - was going to feel pain.


Christ,

Trev said.

I might throw up.


I
can

t wait to see how he
gets that out,

Blaine
said.

And then who he
texts

you think it

s texting someone right now?


We
have to go,

Jessa said.

This is
…”

Blaine looked at Jessa. Her face
was stone white.


What
is it?

Blaine asked.


Luke,

Jessa whispered.

Luke? Who the fuck was Luke?

Blaine turned and realized just who
Luke was.

The other guy. The friend. The one
who was there with Mike so they could double team Jessa.

And Luke had a gun. His finger on
the trigger.

Blaine couldn

t get to Jessa fast
enough before the gun went off.

 

***

 

Blaine saw Trev get in front of the
bullet. Trev

s left
shoulder flew back and sent him spinning. Trev fell to one knee and screamed.
Blaine took out his gun and wanted to blow the fucking guy away but a little
voice in his mind told him to think bigger. The one flaw he always had in the
MC.

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