DaxShouts of, “Sheriff’s Department,” come from the front and back of the building. I raise my hands when the bedroom door flies open. “Get on the floor, get on the floor. Keep your hands where we can see them.”Sofia cries out as she’s jerked from the bed. I should have told her to immediately follow their instructions. I try to control my anger as she cries out again when they jerk her arms behind her back and snap cuffs on her. I’m shoved to my stomach and my face is pushed to the floor. Fucking assholes.“What the hell did I do, shithead?” Sofia yells.“Clear, clear,” can be heard coming from all the rooms. One of the deputies roughly lifts me to my feet and walks me into the front room, where another deputy pushes me so I sit down against the wall by the front door. “We have a warrant,” the deputy says. He could have told me to fucking sit down and I’d have complied. They like putting on their show and shoving everyone around. I hate these motherfuckers. Controlling my anger is
SofiaThe cops destroyed the place. It takes us more than an hour to get everything back in order. I was pissed off about Dagger’s wrist and that they handcuffed him. He doesn’t wear the brace to bed, but I’ve seen him massaging it since the cuffs came off. He hasn’t put the brace back on and the last thing I’ll do is whine at him for it.Some of the guys who weren’t too fond of keeping me around are now giving me chin lifts. I’ve concluded that men have an entire chin language that females are ignorant of. I give my own lift back, but it just doesn’t work for me like it does for them.The cops even attacked the refrigerator. At least they threw everything back inside so it didn’t spoil. Dagger enters the kitchen just as I’m rearranging the last items. His hands go to my hips and he pulls my ass against his hard dick. I wiggle for his benefit. I’m still pissed off about what those assholes did to the clubhouse. It isn’t much, but I’ve worked my butt off cleaning this place and they di
DaxIt’s been three weeks since the warrant. Sofia runs hot and cold and I have no idea what the hell her problem is. She has issues that far exceed my issues and I don’t know what to do.She works the club like it’s her lot in life, but I can tell she doesn’t enjoy cooking and cleaning so much. I told her a few days ago to ease off and she didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day. She wraps anger around her like a shield.It’s also hard to get any real privacy in this place because someone is always underfoot and the walls are paper thin. After dinner and while the guys are partying, I’m bringing her back to this room until we settle whatever the fuck is going on.She went all out and served lasagna with bread sticks tonight. They melt in my mouth. The guys love her for her cooking alone. She told me a few weeks ago that she worked off and on in different restaurants. She clammed up when I started prying deeper. The woman has more secrets than anyone I’ve ever known.“Come on,” I t
DaxIt’s been two weeks since Sofia’s meltdown. That’s what she jokingly calls it. I watch her carefully and I’m glad to see her dark mood that led up to what happened is gone for now. She’s happy. The real change has been in her not holding back her feelings when something pisses her off. She’s my feisty hot Latina again with strong emotions. The guys can handle it and the rest of us enjoy watching when one of us is singled out and she goes off. She’s using her voice and keeping her fists to herself.“I’ve always been a throwaway. I was just waiting for it to happen again,” she told me the morning after the meltdown.Those words broke my heart.When she apologized to Bear, he pulled her in for a crushing hug. She baked him a cake that night and told him he didn’t need to share. He did of course.The whores are back working the bar and front room. Sofia’s message regarding cheating on old ladies made an impact. The attached men keep their hands to themselves. No one wants to face the
SofiaI have no idea what’s happening, and no one has heard from Dagger. Skull and Charlie showed up for a short time. Skull read the paperwork from the county and offered an explanation to why their permits were turned down.“Some asshole, most likely the agent who handled the search warrant, mouthed off to the county board,” he said. “We all have criminal records. No way we’ll get those permits now.”I’m pissed off and have been since Dagger stormed out.“Dagger will be back when he’s cooled down,” Skull told me before leaving. “He needed a ride to get his head on straight.”It’s so easy for him to say and nearly possible for me to understand. It hurts that Dagger didn’t at least take me with him. Fuck, I’m his old lady and he should have me there when things are going good and bad. I refuse to allow my personal doubts to cloud my mind for long, so I spend two hours on the computer reading articles and blogs about ex-felons. The county is idiotic. The recidivism when felons find goo
DaxWe’re at the table and I’ve allowed Sofia here to talk to the officers and present her plan. It could actually work. She filled out the paperwork last night while I was cooling my heels in the wind.“You lease me the property and I apply for the permits. I’m Latina—a minority and female. I don’t have a criminal record. I can scream from here to next year if they refuse me those permits. Do you really give a fuck if my name is on the paperwork?”She lays the papers out on the table.“You think they’ll give you the permits just because you’re Latina?” AJ asks.I bite my lip and let Sofia handle this.“Don’t get your white boy panties in a wad. There aren’t many perks for having brown skin. This just so happens to be one of them. The government thinks Latinas are good at things besides cooking, cleaning, and fucking.”AJ raises his hands in surrender. “Not what I meant, but do you mind if I comment that you’re damn good at two of those?”“All three,” I mutter and receive a glare from
DaxI wasn’t worried when Sofia had been gone for three hours. An hour to Globe and an hour back meant she hit the county office, dropped the papers, maybe talked to someone there for a short time, and then filled up her car before hitting the road again. It was after the fourth hour that I began to worry. Now it’s after six in the evening and the county offices are closed.I can’t sit still, so I’m pacing in the front room of the clubhouse. All but a few of the brothers are here. We were celebrating a second chance to put our plans in motion. Now everyone’s mostly quiet. No one says she took off, but I know they’re thinking it.I’m a stupid fuck.“This is bullshit, that girl hasn’t left us high and dry,” Red finally grinds out. “You’re all assholes for even thinking it.”I stop and turn around. “Hell. She should be here.”Red stands and faces me. “What about a car accident? Have you thought of that?”I bring my hand over my stubby crop of hair in frustration. “It’s not exactly an acc
DaxSofia is in surgery when we arrive at the hospital two hours later. The woman who helped me at the scene is Helen. She’s waiting as promised.“Sofia’s in good hands. They’re removing the bullet and have a plastic surgeon available for the damage to her face. Broken jaw and eye socket showed in the x-rays. This guy’s good and he’ll have her as pretty as she was before.”I’m barely following what she says. “You think she’ll make it?”She gives me a soft smile. “You said she’s a fighter. If she is, she’ll pull through.”“Did she wake up?”“No. They don’t think she has head trauma, but they won’t count it out until they’re sure. The doctor will come out and talk to you when surgery’s over. Does she have other family?”“No, just the club. We’re her family.”“Tell the medical staff you’re married and they’ll give you updates and let you in the room when she’s out of recovery. Don’t tell anyone I told you that. I’ll let the nurses know her husband is here.”I want to hug this woman. I’m