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
SofiaThe pain proves I’m alive. Dagger’s voice keeps me that way. He tells me I’m in the hospital. He tells me he loves me. I can’t open my eyes and I can’t feel my body. It scares me. I focus on my feet and move them a few inches.“Relax, princess.” He’s holding my hand. “You have bandages on your face and covering one eye. Your other is still swollen shut. I’ve got you. The doctors and nurses are wonderful and they’ve taken good care of you.”I focus some more and squeeze his fingers.I hear another voice, a woman. “We can give you more pain medicine if you need it. Let’s try one finger for yes and two for no.”Dagger releases my hand and I concentrate. Two for no. My brain finally connects to two fingers and I move them.“I think she needs the medicine,” Dagger says.“We’ll give her a little time and then give the injection. She understands what we’re asking and that’s the main thing. Let her judge her pain.”Dagger’s rough skin wraps around my hand again. “That nurse is as stubbo
DaxGomez was calling. I didn’t make it out of Sofia’s room and into the hallway in time to take it. I decide to walk to the parking area before calling back. I haven’t heard from Moon or Gomez since leaving their home. We have unfinished business and I’m hoping for an update.It’s a little after two in the afternoon and sweltering heat rises off the black asphalt. There’s a bench under a tree and I head in that direction. I don’t bother sitting. I’ve done enough of that over the past few days.The doctor said they’re discharging Sofia in the next few days if she keeps improving. I haven’t dwelled on what this will cost. It’s the least of my worries right now. I stand in the shade and call Gomez.He answers immediately. “We have her and a little extra baggage. Can you talk?”“Yes.”“Our guys picked Pauline up in Casa Grande. One of her dealers up north pointed them in the right direction after a small amount of persuasion. They found her in a trailer with two men. Strange thing is the
SofiaI’m a horrible patient. Dagger bought a car with really good air conditioning to replace mine and he’s driving me to another medical appointment. The oral surgeon is removing the wires from my jaw today. I’m so relieved. They’ve had me on anti-nausea medication because of the pregnancy and the possibility of throwing up. It makes me drowsy and I hate it. I’m also tired of eating from a straw.My man’s cock hasn’t been down my throat since the accident. This does not improve my mood. Dagger refuses to touch me in any way until the doctor gives the all clear. Yeah, that doesn’t improve my mood either. If the oral surgeon can’t give the go-ahead, Dagger will be driving me back to the hospital so I can find the surgeon who removed the bullet. Someone will give the all clear for sex today or someone will die.I’m also tired of everyone treating me like the princess they call me. Fuck that shit. I’m going to punch someone. Having the wires removed is no fun and my jaw aches like a mot