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Authors: Harley McRide

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“But you gotta get used to it, or this life
will drive you fucking nuts. For me, I am glad to be finally doing
something to help. I mean we do the community stuff, rides for
money and charity; we helped clean up this area in town. The
community knows us and trusts us around here; they know the guys
protect what is theirs, even when they ride down the street people
respect them. Then they look at us, and trust me, honey, I have
heard it all. Women hide their kids like we don’t have a uterus to
have our own, men look at us like we are an easy lay, like our men
would share. It is embarrassing sometimes, but now, with the Lady
Riders, yeah, I can feel where it would make us front and center
doing something to help the club, and women out there. Do not need
any acknowledgement, but will make me feel good all the same,” Bic
said and Treat nodded.

“Yeah, when we were in Mexico and found all
those women and girls, it was fucking horrific. When we came back
and talked about what we were gonna do, I have to tell you I was
all for it, but I was also concerned about how we were going to
deal with the situations with the abusers. I mean, I can defend
myself, not the problem, but I also do not want to have to kill
every man we run across because he is psychotic, we don’t want to
scare the women into coming to us, and we also don’t want backlash
on the club for our shit. Balance is delicate, and we just have to
remind ourselves of that, we are not going to be avenging angels,
there are enough crazy bastards in the world.”

Bic laughed and said, “Well, I would like a
black pair of wings if we do become known as angels. Now, how is
Jilly?”

Treat frowned. “Still the same, she is going
in and out of consciousness, they are guarded in what they say but
since she made it through the night they are more hopeful than
before. Still don’t know her son’s name yet; she keeps muttering a
name but the guys can’t catch it. So for now, figure we could call
him Buddy.”

“Well, Buddy is a cute little guy. Slept all
the way through last night, woke up at five a.m. and took a bottle,
then went right back to sleep. Just woke up a few minutes before I
left and Free was calling Boo to watch him during the meeting. She
is one of the younger women who have been hanging around. Like her
well enough, she is helpful ‘cause she works at the shop as a
secretary, she doesn’t flirt or anything, far as I know Renegade
and Match got shot down by her when she was first hired, and if
those two boys can’t get in there, shit, no one can. Has a CNA,
just couldn’t find a job in the field, so that is a bonus,” Bic
laughed and then turned. “Five minutes before the meeting, seems
like someone is waiting to have a word, so I will give them that
chance but, honey, make sure they beg.”

Treat rolled her eyes, Bic and Shady were a
lot alike, and she loved both of them, but she had never been the
cast-ironed bitch they were, and wasn’t sure she could be.
Fuck
, she thought and took a deep breath. Channel Shay, that
was all she could think of, WWSD, ‘what would Shady do’, she wanted
to giggle; they should make bracelets for that.

“Treat,” War said softly behind her and she
realized that Bic was long gone and she had been zoning out.

“Yeah,” she snapped, too used to being on
guard with the two men. Not going well right off the bat, not a
good sign.

Both men were silent as they looked at her,
almost as if they weren’t going to make their bid to get back into
her good graces since it looked like she was being a bitch.
Hell, they were not even gonna make the effort
, she thought
and almost apologized, then she thought,
hell-the-fuck-no
,
she had nothing to apologize for.

“After the meeting we need to go to the
hospital and check on Jilly then get the house ready for them to
come home, depending on what the doc says. The boy…” Stone said
calmly.

“Buddy,” Treat interjected.

“Huh?” Stone said.

“Buddy, my nephew, we don’t know his name yet
so we are calling him Buddy,” Treat said.

“Oh, okay, well Buddy is going to need to get
into a routine. We can talk to Boo and ask her if she would be
interested in helping out along with her job in the office, there
are plenty of people to take over some of the day to day stuff,”
Stone said.

“Yeah, Bic said she’s a CNA,” Treat muttered
and both men looked surprised.

“Really? Didn’t know that,” War said. “Then
yeah she would be perfect, ‘cause when Jilly comes home she is
going to need some care, we were talking about getting someone from
the outside, and all the brothers were a little leery of that. Now
we can have Boo do it and it will keep shit tight and in
house.”

Stone nodded. “Yeah, I will tell Free. We
gotta get into the meeting, but after, we are gonna get this shit
sorted for Jilly.”

Treat looked at him and said, “I can do it
myself. I really don’t need your help.”

Stone’s gaze turned hard and he leaned over.
“We are helping.”

Treat shrugged and then walked to the meeting
room where the guys were already gathered. “Whatever, just said I
could handle it, if you wanna help I don’t give a shit, it is no
skin off my nose. But even though you think you are doing something
to get back into my good graces, it is gonna take a fuck of a lot
more for me to trust you.”

War grinned and called, “At least you are
thinking about us in your good graces, babydoll.”

Treat snorted and rolled her eyes calling
over her shoulder, “Keep dreaming, War, not going to be that
easy.”

“That is what we are hoping on.” Stone
grinned. “We like a challenge.”

Treat stepped into the room and then reached
her hand back out and flipped them off, which caused them to
chuckle a little as they followed her.

Chapter Six

 

 

Treat was watching Freebyrd, he was listening
to everything being said and reserving his opinion. They were in
the meeting room, Stone to Freebyrd’s left, and War to his right.
Bic was talking, explaining everything they were going to try to
accomplish. She was also asking for four houses on the far side of
the compound to set this up. They would use three of the houses for
people in transit that needed protection but also couldn’t move
until they healed or got money together. And the last house would
be their headquarters, renovated to use as a makeshift trauma room,
and also a room to use for attorneys and other people they intended
to get to help the women get away from their spouses.

“How you gonna find these women,” Stone said
quietly. “You can’t go to the police or Social Services and give
them a card to pass onto women. Regardless of everything else, they
will frown upon us helping them disappear; they will want them to
make statements and shit. They have shelters for that, so they will
go there not here.”

Bic nodded. “Yeah we get that, and we also
have a plan. Shady and the others have been talking to a couple of
people who do this stuff on the sly as well. It is not like we are
going to open a women’s shelter. This is not what we are doing.
These will be extreme cases where the system hasn’t worked for
them, like Jilly.”

Treat stood now. “I know it’s my sister, and
yeah I would have gotten involved no matter what with this shit.
But the doctor said she had a lot of healed broken bones, so I
called the security guard and had him ask some questions for me. He
found out that she had called the police several times, even asked
them to take her out of the house, but Lane intervened all of those
times, and they never followed up or did a check on her. He is not
her husband, I can guarantee that, my father, the prick that he is,
always said when we were old enough he would make sure he got paid
back for everything he had to give us while we were growing up. So,
I looked into it, and my father owed Lane money, he gave him my
sister as payment. No one looked close; they just thought they were
married. It is a flawed system; a fucking dirty trailer park in the
slum of town is a low priority. Now, not saying the police don’t
care about stuff like that, because they do and have shown it, but
there are times when people slip through the cracks. More often
than not, it is the people who need it the most. Jilly was one of
those people; thankfully, she called before her son was the next
victim. These are the people we are helping, ones with nowhere else
to turn because they have no hope left yet they try one last time
to reach out and get help. If we are the ones on the other side of
that hand, we can help make a difference. They deserve it, because
no one should be afraid for their lives because a bed is made
properly or dinner was three minutes late on the table because you
were taking care of your child. That is what they live with, and
even if Jilly wasn’t my sister, I would do whatever I had to in
order to make her safe.”

Treat sat back down and the room was silent.
She may have taken that too far, she hoped she hadn’t, because
these guys were rough and tumble, but she had never known a
Warriors to raise a hand to a female. It was
not
their
way.

“I understand what you are trying to
accomplish, but playing devil’s advocate here, what about the
money? It is going to cost a lot to get this off the ground. I mean
food, clothes, everything that starting a new life would entail.
How are we going to swing it?” Freebyrd finally spoke.

“Shady and the others already have a good
start on this. Warriors have resources and since it would fall
under the Lady Riders, we would obviously be seeking funding
ourselves,” Bic said and the women nodded.

Free looked around the room at the rest of
the men who nodded to him silently, but firmly, in the favor of the
women. Treat was holding her breath though when the votes came to
War and Stone, both men looked at her and nodded. Suck ups!

“Okay, ladies,” Free said and then looked at
his old lady. “Bic, we need to check out the names of people you
want to work with you if they are going to be allowed on the
compound. This will mean extra security for our parts, and we have
only five Prospects to use, so it means the patches are pulling
duty as well. Right now, worry about Jilly; get the rest slowly set
up. But make sure you check in with us. We’ll meet once a month
with you to see where you are at with this.”

Bic grinned and nodded. “On it.”

“Treat?” Free said as she turned to grab her
stuff to leave. The guys would continue their meeting she knew.

“Yeah,” she said.

“War is coming to show you the house for you
and your sister before you take off to see her. Slider and Cajun
left you something.” Free smiled. She frowned and nodded, then
waited for War to come to her side and they walked out. She refused
to talk to him though, she thought,
he could just deal with
it
.

“I don’t know why you need to escort me,”
Treat grumbled.

“Let’s just say your surprise could be a
little volatile.” War laughed.

Treat went to her room and grabbed her
already packed bag. Then they went out to where Treat’s bike was
parked alongside the other Lady Riders’ bikes.

“Meet you there,” War said. “Don’t go in
without me.”

Treat frowned again and shrugged. The houses
they wanted to use were about a half mile from the entrance of the
compound. Free and his crew had done good with the land they had
acquired, especially considering where they were. In San Diego,
even though this wasn’t ‘prime’ real estate when they purchased, it
was still waterfront. After a little cleaning up, and making the
locals understand who they were and what they were about, the place
had taken shape. The place was safe, and out of the way. For a
three-mile radius no one bothered them unless they wanted to deal
with the Warriors, mostly because that was where the members all
had bought houses and fixed them up, unless they lived on the
compound.

The way they had it situated, the shop and
the row of business they owned were in the front of their property
in the warehouse style buildings that were on the land when they
bought it. They ran a fence between it and the rest of the
property. This was the compound where their main clubhouse, which
was a community room and then their meeting room, no other rooms at
all were there. It was also where they had houses that were right
along their own ocean front property that used to be shipping
piers, but too many rocks were in the way and no one wanted the
land. A small beach, they could use, but mostly, it was for the
view they loved. The gate surrounding them had a privacy shield in
it so people walking by couldn’t see their houses, or what they had
built. Yep it had cost a lot of money, but Creed had liked the idea
of a vacation compound for the Warriors. Which is another reason
they had so many houses, some were for the other Chapters to
use.

She pulled up into the spot in front of the
house she was going to be occupying. Nike and Bob would be right
next door, which was a relief in case she needed anything. It was a
nice house, two floors with four bedrooms, two on each floor. She
figured she and Jilly would be upstairs with Buddy, and the guys
could take downstairs, since she was being forced to room with
them.

War pulled up with a rumble and she turned.
She had been looking at the house, and hearing a motorcycle wasn’t
startling to her so she hadn’t noticed he was getting close. But
she did take advantage of the scene though. War and Stone were both
tall, although War more so than Stone. His black hair cut close to
his face and he wore a goatee; he was slightly older than Stone but
no less hot. His bike had a custom paint job on the tank, flames
with the Ops Warriors’ patch on the top, it was cool as shit,
although she refused to tell him that.

“What do you think?” War asked and she
frowned.

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