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“You’ve skinned your knee by the look of it. Do you live nearby? Oh, my name is Mav, and this is BS.”
“Oh, I’m Blake. I’ll put a bandage on my knee when I get home. I need to get walking or I’ll be later home than I intended.” I give them a smile before quickly setting out for home. If it wasn’t for that DNA paperwork I need to check out, I’d have a bath and go to bed early. But I need to get clean and eat before I can climb into bed.
By the time I’m home, my legs are screaming from the walk and standing all day. I will need to make sure I get enough rest or my legs are going to suffer. I also need to sort out my knee, which is just a scrape if I’m honest, but it needs cleaning.
An hour later I’ve had a shower, put on joggers and a tee and am eating the last of the frozen leftovers I’ve defrosted and heated in the microwave. My eyes are flicking over this DNA and I can’t put my finger on it, but something doesn’t look right!
Knocking on the door grabs my attention, and not having anyone that would be interested in coming to see me, I’m wary that it’s Yax again.
“Blake, open the door. My old ass doesn’t want to be standing out here.”
Rushing to the door, I open it and nearly get mowed down by Bitty, who dashes past me and takes a seat at the kitchen table. Closing the door, I retake my seat at the table and give Bitty a questioning look.
“Look girlie... You have no one that comes to visit you, apart from bitch features. So, you’ll have to put up with me, ‘cause I like you and I’m thinking of adopting you.” Bitty is giving me a bright smile by the end of her speech, and right before she grabs the DNA from the table. “Oh, I’ll take this to Specs. He’s my tech man. He can find anything, and if this is dodgy, he’ll find out.”
I’m not sure what the heck is going on, adoption? Tech man? You know what? I’m too tired to even be bothered. “Do you want a drink, Bitty?” I ask, giving her a weak smile, because if I’m honest I’m too tired for more than that.
We have our drinks, then I wash up and tidy the kitchen as Bitty tells me all about packing up her house, ready to sell it. She’s going to move in permanently at the clubhouse as she has her own room, and all the stuff in her house is just that, stuff.
“Tomorrow night I’ll bring takeout and we’ll eat together, but now I have to get gone. I have people to see and things to do.”
Like the whirlwind she is, Bitty has gone before I can say anything at all. Looking at the table, I see she’s taken the DNA with her. I have no idea what she has in mind, or what this person called Specs can find, but anything may help me get out of this mess with Yax. The last thing I need is to be landed with having to make payments to her for Franklin. But, if I do then the house will be sold as I can’t afford to pay anything more than I am already.
Turning out the lights after checking the door is locked, I wearily make my way upstairs. I double check my alarm is set for work in the morning, and lay my head on the pillow, breathing out slowly as I calm my aching body. Sleep isn’t long coming...
CHAPTER EIGHT
-:- MAV -:-
It’s halfway through the week already, and we’ve learned no more about the date rape assholes than we did last week. Walking into BS’ office, I lean against the wall, because he’s on the phone with someone and it looks serious. I wait quietly, and after giving me a chin lift he continues with the, ‘Yeah’, ‘Okay’, ‘Where?’.
Folding my arms, I allow my mind to wander while I wait for him to finish his call. I’m wondering who that woman was that I saved from falling a couple of days past. She was a stunner, that’s for sure.
“You want to come into town with me, Mav? I’ve got a man to see about a dog,” BS states, giving me a chin lift to follow him out of the office.
Walking behind BS as we head through the common room, I turn to look at Mia, who has called my name. “Mav!”
“Yeah, what’s up?” I ask as I pause before walking out the front door.
“Next week the twins start kindergarten, you know, since they had their birthday and are all grown up.” Mia has fuckin’ tears in her eyes…is she kidding? They are five, not leaving home! Now I may be an underground fighter, bouncer, and prior military, but I’m not brave enough to take Mia on.
“And?” I ask, because I have no idea what she is getting at.
“Well, I’m putting you on duty to travel with me to and from kindergarten with the twins.” Mia is looking at me with what can only be described as caution.
“If you need me to be an escort, that is not a problem. Just give me the times and I’ll arrange everything around that duty.” Now, I can see her take a sigh of relief, and she gives me a tremulous smile. “Why didn’t you ask Meat?”
“Well, he’s busy with his modifications to the treehouse. He would have done it as he is their godfather, and he spends a lot of time with them. Between you and me, Mav, I think that’s why they are such little shits.” Mia has a scrunched up nose at the last of her comments, and I know she’s trying her best to bring the boys up decent and well-behaved. But, you know, let’s be honest, they are living most of the time in a clubhouse. There is not a hope of them being perfect kids, they are always going to be hellions.
“I can do it, Mia. It’ll do them good to mix with other kids and get away from the clubhouse.”
“COME ON, MAV, WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!”
Before walking out the door, I give Mia a kiss on the top of her head and a quick hug. Then scramble fast as I see Axel heading our way.
Later, I’m sitting astride my hog, I watch BS speaking with a young woman. She doesn’t look like she lives on the street, too well dressed and clean. The woman is flinging her arms around as she speaks, and I see she has tears in her eyes. Something has gone on with her, but I’m not close enough to overhear their conversation.
I scan the street while BS is busy, and notice a dodgy fucker watching from the corner of a building. I step off my hog, stretch as though I’m pulling my back into line, and before anyone knows what’s going to happen I’m off, sprinting towards the fucker who is standing with his mouth gaping open in shock at my sudden move.
