What Goes Around (Bulldogs MC #3)

13: Fuck You All

^^ Lenni ^^

I know that by now I should be used to the rollercoaster that is my life. I should be able to predict how things are going to go. When something good happens, it is always followed by something bad. Take the last few months for example. Robin finally lets us help, then Banjo gets beaten so bad we almost lose him. Then he wakes up and finally gets his sight back, and the doctor tells him he might lose his hand. Then we have the meeting and finally get guardianship of Robin, and I'm sent flying by a truck, and Robin goes missing. Then we get Robin back safe and sound, and Banjo is released from the hospital. It should be obvious, right? Shit should be about to hit the fan. But as I open the door to Shelby's and see Banjo sitting at a table with Jay and Ash, I pause and I know I have a stupid grin on my face when they all share a look.

"What?" Banjo asks, looking me up and down.

"You're here! In Shelby's, wearing proper clothes, not a hospital gown. For a while there I thought I'd never see this again," I say, desperately trying to ignore the tears that want to fall from my eyes.

He rolls his eyes and turns his head. "Shel! Get this girl a coffee, quick!" I laugh and sit at the table with him. "Stop looking at me like that, Len. People might think you're a girl," He doesn't even look at me, but I see the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk.

I laugh and shove his shoulder. "Fuck you," I say, before turning to the others. "So, what's happening?" I ask.

"Nothing," Jay says, but from the way he watches the road outside, I can tell that whatever this club business is, it's got him worrying more than he wants to admit. "What are you doing?" He looks back at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Right now? Waiting for my coffee," I grin when he rolls his eyes. "I'm enjoying my last day before going back to work tomorrow," He nods and goes back to watching the road, looking up only when Shelby brings the coffees over. I turn to look at her and grin, laughing when she winks at me instead of blushing like I'd expected. Well, progress has obviously been made there, then. I jump when Ash leans close to murmur in my ear.

"I think everything's sorted now, just waiting for the final 'okay's," he tells me.

I grin and turn to him, nodding before I clear my throat and sip my coffee. For about three seconds, I enjoy this feeling that everything is okay until the door slams open and Ash is yanked out of his seat. I'm knocked by a flying elbow and stand up quickly as scalding coffee splashes over my legs. When I look up, it takes my mind a moment to realise what is going on. Smiler currently has Ash pinned against a wall by his shirt with one hand and is using his other hand to pound against Ash's face.

Ash must be as confused as me because it takes him a while to even fight back, but before I know it, they're in a full-out brawl, knocking tables and chairs flying as they go. I've seen Smiler angry before, I think I've seen all of them angry at one time or another. But never with each other, they're always in sync, them against the world. I shake myself out of my stupor and take a few steps towards them, fully intending to drag them apart and smash their stupid fucking heads together. Before I get anywhere though, arms wrap around my waist and I'm lifted off the floor.

"Jay! Get the fuck off me, they're going to kill each other!"

He doesn't listen; instead, he sits me on a chair and shoves a finger in front of my face. "Don't move," he orders, and suddenly he's purely the Bulldogs President. He moves faster than I ever knew he could, and in an instant he's between them with a hand on each of their chests, keeping them separated. I look to Banjo and Shelby who watch on, but they look just as surprised and lost as I am. If looks could kill, Smiler and Ash would both be piles of dust on the floor as they stare each other down. Both their chests are heaving and their faces are marred by blood and the bruises that are already starting to appear.