Slim and have him call Brandon off until I’m ready to head home. Not that I truly believe he’ll go for that idea, but I can at least try.
Chapter Six
Killer
WE’RE BACK EARLY from the run we had to go on. My first stop was the clubhouse to debrief with Slim. There weren’t any issues so there’s no bad news to give him. Our briefing is short and to the point. Slim will work out the next meet up we have and choose who goes on that one. I know it won’t be me because Stryker and I switch on and off so there is one of us at the clubhouse and one on the run. This way all the members are protected by either him or me at all times. It’s been working for us so there’s no point in changing it up now.
I also have to explain why I cut my hair off. Instead of it hanging down to the middle of my back like normal, it now sits just above my shoulders. Due to the job we had to do, I didn’t have a choice in the matter. When we were getting rid of the individual who thought they could sell the club out to our enemies, his blood and other gore ended up covering me from head to toe. While I really should have shaved my head, the shit mainly got in the lower part of my hair thanks to my bandana covering my head. My hair was burned with the rest of our belongings as we normally do when shit goes down.
The second we were done at the clubhouse, I headed straight home so I could lay eyes on Gwen. Any amount of time away from her is too long. This time I’ve been gone for almost a week and that’s way too much time to be away from her. Especially with her working now and having shared her story with her group. I just want to lay eyes on her and spend some time with her. Even if she doesn’t understand my reasons for it.
When I park my bike outside of the garage, I practically run inside to get a glimpse of Gwen. However, I notice there’s no other bike parked outside. No one is by the front porch as I unlock the front door and make my way through the house. It’s so silent and still. There definitely isn’t anyone here.
Rushing back through the house, I head to the front door while pulling my phone out. I press the call button on Slim’s name. He immediately answers.
“What’s up?” he asks me.
“You know where Gwen is right now?” I ask him, my heart racing as I realize I need to know her schedule so I can be sure she’s okay.
“At work,” he responds, laughter filling his voice.
“Naughty Peach?” I ask him, already straddling my bike. “Who’s with her?”
“Brandon. He’s been the main one on her since you’ve been gone. He has the most experience and I know you wouldn’t want her with any of the new guys,” Slim informs me.
“You’re right about that.”
I hang up on my President before turning on my bike and gunning the engine. He’s not gonna be pissed. We all do it to one another. Hell, I even do it when one of the ol’ ladies call me. I’m not being rude, there’s just no point in lingering on the phone or saying anything other than what has to be said.
Racing through town, I quickly make my way toward the Naughty Peach. Gwen’s days of working there are over. I don’t give a shit what she does for a job, but there is no way in hell she’ll be working at an adult toy store as long as I have breath in my body and her on my mind. Anyone else can work there and I wouldn’t care about it. Gwen is another story altogether. She’s gonna learn what I’ll tolerate and what I won’t when it comes to her. It’s just a matter of time that she’s running out of.
Once I’m in the parking lot, Brandon jumps off his bike. He’s parked in a spot close to Gwen’s car. From his location, he’s able to see every vehicle coming in and out of the place. Like Slim said, he’s good at watching over the women and following orders. That’s one of the many reasons he’s about to be patched into the club. His Prospecting days are coming to a close