My Two-wheeled Savior (Holy Rebel MC #1)

Chapter 14

Women aren't allowed on the other side of the double wooden doors where the club holds their meetings, but today is an unusual day.

No one speaks as we all sit around the long hand carved table, mulling over the ultimatum given to us by the violent hand of my ex husband. Me or the alliance between the club and its gun trade. Bring the ATF down on us. Reco.

I run my flat hand against my exposed chest where my heart beats loudly under. All of this would not be happening to them if I would have stayed. Or found somewhere else. All around 1 person.

One fucking psycho.

"There's no other choice." I speak out against the defining silence. They look up from the nothingness they were staring at to give me a startled or questioning look.

"No! We are not bending over to be fucked in the ass. Makes us look weak to others. To our rivals. The cartel." Lynol slams his hand down on the hard wood before him.

He's not worried about how we look to other people. He's worried about my safety and mine alone and that thinking is going to get people killed.

"Yes I will. He has to die, Lynol." I tell him. He glares at me.

"I'm not letting you do that, babe." His voice is soft but commanding.

"But I can get away with it. I go with him for a week of two, let him smack me around a little and then I'll get away with self defense and come back. It will solve everything, babe. No more problems and no ATF." I explain. He shakes his head.

"Its a good idea, prez." Patch looks to his leader.

"Letting her get smacked around? He could do worse, what if he kills her? Rapes her? Still a good idea?" Lynol snaps back, the vein in his neck throbbing. He rubs his temples with one hand.  Patch shakes his head but keeps his mouth closed. Lynol is a ticking bomb waiting to go off, one wrong word and he will blow.

"Then I'll definitely get off on self defense." I answer for him. Lynol pretends not to hear me.

"Let ATF come. We sell what we have to the Prodigys and pause our deals with the Cubans. Only earn with our legit businesses." Lynol slams the gavel and leaves. Thats going to kill us financially. Two businesses have to feed ten families.

They all look at me. Not with hate because their prez isn't thinking like a leader but instead as a lover, but as if I am the new leader. I look at all of them. "Kale, close the door." I tell him. He hesitates only slightly before listening.

"You guys know this needs to happen. For the safety of all of us. You guys have families, kids. I don't want to be the reason you guys end up in jail and seperated. I hate to ask you to lie to your President but has to happen. For this club. For your safety. You know this. Anyone who can't do that, leave." I point to the door.

No one moves. No one bats an eye.

"I'll call John. Ed you'll take me to him. Kale and Panik follow. Sydney stays here with Lynol. John doesn't want her anyways, just a bargaining chip for him. You guys just act normal and keep him busy with bullshit plans or something. I don't fucking know and I'll find us all a way out of here." I cross my arms over my chest.

"You sure about this?" Patch asks.

"No. But this isn't just about me right now. I know women aren't members, but you guys are my club too and as the presidents old lady its my job to ensure your safety, When he can't. Letting the ATF piss all over our boots is not safe." I meet each and eye one of their eyes and in each I find respect.

"Maybe I'll come up with a few more legit business proposals." Whiskey jokes.

"That doesn't sound bad at all." Pat mutters. I study him. His eyes look haunted.