Page 51 of Falcon

“Hear this asshole. Myka and the boy are ours. You want to go to war, you’ll regret it. I’m feeling generous; my woman’s gonna blow me later. Take your hag and get off Rage land. Forget Myka and the kid exist. She won’t pull the statement. If you’d raised decent men, they wouldn’t be in this position,” Calamity said.

“Don’t you agree, Billy-Ray! That bitch needs to be taught a lesson!” Wanda-Faye yelled. Ghost slapped her again, harder, and Hunter got into her face, and she quailed at his expression.

“We’ve gotta let Myka go?” he rumbled. “Bitch thinks it’s okay for three men to beat a woman. I wanna see if she still agrees after we’ve done with her. Some of my tools need breaking in.”

“You can’t do that!” Wanda-Faye shrieked.

“Yeah, we can. You said yourself that if a female is deviant, she gets a beating. We saw the looks you gave us. Bet your dried-up cunt creamed itself at all the prime flesh on display here. Better than that flaccid dick you married,” Calamity snapped crudely. I was shocked.

Wanda-Faye wisely shut her mouth. Calamity nodded to Ghost, and he grabbed her around the neck and shoved her into her relatives.

“Leave now or face the repercussions,” Calamity warned.

Diego, Rodrigo, Anchor, and Nightmare stepped out holding guns on the Beauregards. Their eyes widened, and Wanda-Faye sneered. Back amongst her kind, Wanda-Faye grew balls again.

“This isn’t over.”

“It will be because Rage MC don’t take prisoners,” Calamity said, and Nightmare fired a bullet into the dirt at Wanda-Faye’s feet. She squealed, and then they fled.

“Nice to see you’ve still got the trailer trash in you,” Rosie stated, stepping out from behind the guard hut holding her own gun.

“I hate talking like that,” Calamity replied as he walked into her arms and kissed her forehead.

“It’s the only language they would understand. We all know you don’t think or act like that,” Falcon agreed.

I was still unsure how I felt about watching Ghost slap Wanda-Faye when he stepped in front of me and crouched down. “I don’t harm women, not decent ones, Myka. That creature was trash; I gave her a light tap. That was all. I’m no woman-beater, and I’d rather slit my own throat than hurt an innocent female.”

I held his gaze and searched Ghost’s face. There was regret there for scaring me and truthfulness. Slowly I nodded and offered a weak smile. Ghost smiled in return and touched my hand briefly.

“We’d better get back because Texas will have riled the kids up,” Calamity said as the gates rolled shut.

Groans met his statement.

As Falcon pushed the chair, I tried to figure out what had happened. One of Calamity’s brothers liked me? Had that been true? If so, which one? I glanced up at Falcon, and he grinned at me. Could it possibly be him? How would I react if it were? What an idea. Falcon couldn’t be interested in me. I was used and battered goods. Not good enough for him.

“Mommy!” Jayes yelled, and I looked up from where I’d been sitting in the sun, soaking up the rays. It had been two days since Wanda-Faye had appeared, and I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’d quickly got used to bikes roaring in and out all day, so I hadn’t thought anything different when I heard another.

“Oh my God! Falcon!” I yelled. Falcon grinned as he rode slowly down the road. Sitting in front of him was Jayes, wearing a helmet.

“I’m riding, Mommy! I’m like Falcon!” Jayes shouted.

“Relax,” Penny said as she sat beside me. She was always at the clubhouse. Penny ran the kitchen and cleaning teams. She’d been a cook and had retired early to support Rosie. She was aware Rosie worked long hours as a vet, and she had taken over some of the Queen Bee duties. As Calamity was President, Rosie apparently held the title Queen Bee, head old lady, which meant nobody could overrule her.

“Falcon’s got Jayes on a bike,” I exclaimed as Falcon disappeared down the road.

“Yeah, and as soon as a baby can be strapped to their father’s chest, they’re on bikes. These kids ride before they can walk. It’s in their blood.”

“But Jayes doesn’t have biker blood.”

Penny grinned. “How do you know? Have you ever been on a Hog? Seems to me his mama might have a bit of wild.”

“Me?” I squeaked.

“Yup. Are you brave enough, Mama?”

I chewed it over. “Would Texas take me out?”

“No. In Rage. Only their old ladies ride behind them. That includes prospects too,” Penny said as Falcon came into view again. Jayes was whooping and loving this.