Tommy Rich: Defendes MC Series Book 7 (Defenders MC Series) (5 page)

The man stroked his chin, leaving a smear of grease across his chin.

“I think we need to call out a deputy to make a report on this ma’am.  This wasn’t accidental.”

Mina felt the blood drain from her face.  “What?”

The man, whose shirt said his name was Jimmy, looked at her with sympathy.

“Look.  I have a daughter about your age.  I’m not trying to scare you, but somebody did this on purpose.”  He said while looking at the tire more closely.  “I’d bet my truck on it.  If you’d done this while driving, you’d remember, because you’d have been stuck on the side of the road waiting for a tow.”

Mina shivered.  Who would do this to her tire?  Tommy came to mind, but Mina dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.  This was too petty for him.  If he wanted to hurt her he would hurt her, not her tire.  Maybe it was just a prank.

“Punks maybe.  This close to Halloween…”

Jimmy looked at her like he was trying to read her mind, but nodded.  “Still need to make a report on it and keep your eyes open.”

Mina nodded and followed Jimmy when he led her into the waiting room.  He placed a call to the local police department and nodded as he went back to work.  Mina waited.

The officer came and took pictures and filled out a report on what had happened to her tire.  He advised her to be careful and try to stay in well-lit areas after dark and to call him if she felt threatened.

She ended up driving away on a used tire with a headache threatening behind her eyes and the card of the police officer tucked into her pocket.  Her day had definitely turned upside down in just a few hours.

Five

Tommy cursed a blue streak when a message came in on his phone.  It was a picture sent from Hannah and it was of his Willa and some fucking cop.  She looked pale and scared and it pissed Tommy off.  What the hell was going on?

“Leave her alone Hannah.”  He typed as he gripped his phone hard enough to hear it crack.

Another picture came through and this time Willa was with some dude.  The guy was smiling down at Willa as he helped her into a silver Jeep.  Tommy wanted to rip the guy’s esophagus out through his nose.  What the hell was she doing with this guy?  It had only been a couple of weeks since he had seen her and it was a memorable visit.  He had marked her, claimed her and now she was with a guy?  Oh hell no and what’s worse?  Crazy psycho bitch was apparently following Willa now. 

“Yeah, so leave her the fuck alone.”  He sent back in hopes that if nothing else, at least he could keep Willa safe.  That shot of her with the cop unsettled him more than he wanted to admit and brought back too many memories.

“I know you still want her, but I will make you want me again instead.  I know how to be what you want.”

“Leave her the fuck alone or I will put your crazy ass in the ground.  Fuck with me all you want, but leave her alone.  That’s not part of this fucking game.  Leave her alone.”

There was no reply which made Tommy more nervous.  He picked up his phone and dialed Candy’s number.  He knew she was friends with Willa.

“Hello?”

“Candy?  It’s Tommy.  Have you heard from Willa?”

“Who?”

Her voice sounded unsure.  “Mina.”

“Yeah.  I’ve talked to her a couple of times this week.  Why?”

Now there was a spark of fire in her tone that made Tommy roll his eyes.  “Just a feeling.  Wanted to make sure she was alright.”

Candy snorted.  “Yeah, she’s fine.  Say, slashed any tires lately?”

“What?  I’ve been on the road.  What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh please.  Her tire was slashed and you can’t tell me you are calling just to check on her.  You are calling to see how bad you freaked her out.  She’s fine.  Has a new guy she’s seeing and he seems to be watching her ass just fine.  Leave her alone.  That is a bullshit move.”

Tommy wanted to strangle Hannah and Candy both.  “I haven’t been anywhere around her.  I’ve been on the road across the fucking country.  That’s a pussy move anyway.  This new guy had better take care of her or I’ll cut his fucking balls off and feed them to him.”

Candy was quiet for a second or two.  “What is it with the two of you?”

“History, but I don’t want her hurt.  This is fucking driving me crazy.  Just check on her because I can’t.”

“She’ll be fine Tommy.  Does she know you care this much about her?”

“She knows.”

“Alright.  Well she made a police report about the tire so if it was you watch your ass.”

“It wasn’t and Willa always runs to the cops so I’m not real shocked.”

“That’s what normal people do Tommy.  So, you don’t care about the new guy?”

She sounded truly curious.  “I care, but he’s better than her being alone right now.”

He hung up before she could say anything else to make him feel like a pussy.

“Co faire you look like dat?”  Gator asked
“Quit that Cajun shit Gator, I know you can talk like a normal person.”  Tommy ran his hands through his hair.

“Cajuns don’ be so normal den Tommy boy?”

Gator’s accent was still heavy, but at least his words were in English.  “Hell no.  All that voodoo shit is creepy as hell.”

“Bes’ not be talkin’ down to me den, hmm?”

“Fuck you Gator.  You ain’t magic so stuff that shit.”

Gator laughed out loud and shook his head.  “I’m not magic, but I know dem who is.”  He winked.  “Noticed you di’n say what has hate in yer eyes neither.”

“That’s ‘cuase it’s not your fucking business.”

Gator nodded.  “A woman then.  Always a woman what has hate in a man’s eyes and a stiff dick in his pants.”

Tommy felt his cheeks go hot and he wanted to smash his fist into Gator’s smiling face, but he didn’t.  He just ignored the comment.

“Get this shit done so we can get home.  The women are plannin’ a big shindig for Halloween and there’s gonna be lots of free pussy and I plan on bein’ there so get the fuck to work.”

“Mmmhmmm, a woman…”  Gator said as he went back to his big dark red motorcycle.  They had made several runs and the boss man said if they finished the next four on schedule that they would be caught up.  That would mean they would get cut loose in time to make the ride home just in time for the party and he planned to get a few things figured out.  If Willa was with another guy for now then that might keep her out of the way while he took care of another problem, because nobody threatened what was his.  That crazy bitch just crossed a line she couldn’t uncross and it meant the end of her.  Willa could stay cozied up to that fucker until Tommy got business taken care of, but then he planned to figure shit out with her one way or another.

Tommy cranked his bike and looked up to find Jack watching him.

“It about time to take care of that?”  He asked and nodded toward the phone Tommy still held.

Tommy nodded once.

“You need help you let me know.  I don’t like what those calls do to you brother.”

Tommy nodded.  “I’ll let you know.” 

It meant a lot to him that Jack was stepping up.

“You’ve been avoiding pussy like you got an allergy since we went home.  Anything I should know?”

Tommy met his brother’s eyes and was a little shocked to see them heavy with emotions. 

“I could ask you the same thing.  You haven’t been hitting anything since we came out here.”

Jack nodded.  “I have some things I’d like to see turn out.  Not sure they will, but not willing to fuck it up until I can be sure.”

“Yeah, me too, but this crazy shit has to stop first.”

“Then we figure out how to make it.” 

Jack was smart as hell and if he was willing to help Tommy then there was a better chance of things going right.

“We need to talk it over in church again when we get back.”

“I’m thinking I need to give Preach a call on it before we get back.”  Tommy admitted.  “Only time I’ve wished half the brothers didn’t fucking hate my guts.  Spec could figure this out or fuck Shad, but I don’t know how to get any of them involved without looking like a pussy.  They didn’t look too concerned when I brought it up last time.”

Choo-Choo stepped up and slapped Tommy on the back.  “I heard the word pussy.”

“Tommy’s not one.”  Jack put in by way of explanation.

“Matter of opinion.”  The big man grinned.

“Shut up.”  Tommy tried to look intimidating, but Choo-Choo was a big fucker.  Tommy wasn’t small, at 6’2” he towered over most, but Choo-Choo had a couple inches on him and was a sight broader.  The man had to weigh nearly four hundred pounds, but it didn’t hinder him.  Tommy liked him a lot.  He would make brother before the year was out along with Gator.  The club needed fresh blood and these two would make the club stronger.

“This about that crazy bitch that calls every time you get laid?”  Choo-Choo asked and Gator stepped back into the conversation.

“Yeah.”  Tommy hadn’t realized how obvious it had been.

“Bitch needs a rubber room, you ask me.  That stopped being funny a long damned time ago.  Gives me the creeps nearly as bad as bad as fucking Rena.

Jack let out a laugh.  “She’s one scary bitch.  She still after you Choo-Choo?”

“Scared to tell her no.  Makes me feel like a pussy.  Like a fucking piece of meat.”

Jack laughed, but they all felt that way about Rena.  She wasn’t like any other woman.  Mrs. had put her in charge of the club girls and things were a lot classier than they ever had been.  No more bitches running around the morning after a party either.  Mrs. had found a couple of little Mice to take care of that shit.  The whores had to get up and do the heavy stuff before nine and get the fuck out or they wouldn’t be allowed at the next party and Rena kept track.  The little mice took care of changing the beds and the general house cleaning at the club and the other places the boys liked to crash. 

Nobody wanted to wake up to a woman who had partied all night.  They might look alright after a few beers with the lights down, but in the glare of the morning sun and a hangover they looked like a bad horror flick.

“You need some help with dat chick Tommy boy?”  Gator grinned as he asked and that made the hair on the back of Tommy’s neck stand up.  Tommy didn’t believe in all that voodoo shit, but there was something about Gator.  Something dangerous.  The fucker knew he creeped everybody out too and he loved it.  The look in his eyes said he would have no problem making sure his problem met a dark end.

“Something needs to be done.  Crazy bitch won’t leave me alone.  Messing with other shit now too.”

“Must be some monster dick you got in there man.”  Choo-Choo leaned his head over and eyed Tommy’s crotch.

“You turnin’ fag on me now Choo-Choo?  Get your fucking eyes off my dick.”

Tommy felt better.  He had a solid crew.  His brothers had his back and even if they gave him shit for it they were there.  He held up a finger and walked a little ways away.

“Preacherman.”

“Hey Preach.  I got a problem.”

Tommy explained the situation to Preach.  He left out the parts about Willa to protect her, but he knew he might have to spill that too to keep her safe.

“Sounds fucked up.  Why the hell did it take this long for you to let us know this shit Tommy?  The way you talked about it last time it was like it was no big deal.”

“I thought I could handle it.  She’s just a woman.”

“You got a lot to learn about women boy.  I have to say I am impressed with you.  Showed balls going after her like that.”  He let a sigh pass his lips.  “We told Marty she was dead.  She wasn’t our problem, but Marty would have raised hell.”

“Shit that could cause a problem.  What about Mike?”

“He knows that we aren’t sure about her, but agrees it’s best for Marty to think they killed her.  Think we need to put her in the ground.”

“I have to think it might have been best if they had.”

“Who knows?”

“Just the brothers who are here with me.  We can take care of it if we need to.”  Tommy assured him.

Preach was quiet and that never boded well.

“Why now?  What changed?”

Tommy grimaced.  “She’s not just threatening me now.”

“Mina.”  It wasn’t a question.  “Knew there was something with that woman.  What did the redhead say and what the fuck is going on with the two of you?”

“She’s following Willa, Mina, and said she knew I still wanted her.”

“We need eyes on that girl.  She’s Ink’s family and if I’m not bad wrong she will be yours before too long.  I’ll get someone on this.  Oscar maybe.”

“Not fucking Oscar.  Damn it Preach, he’s an idiot.”

“Fuck.  He is a worthless little shit.  I’ll find somebody.  Shad or Spec will be in touch.  Get rid of your phone.”

The line went dead and Tommy let out a breath.  This would be taken care of.  He had to let the brothers do their thing.  He was too far away to do anything right now, but his brothers had his back.  That’s what brothers did.  That’s what family was all about.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.  I want to be home by this weekend.”  He said as he made his way back to his bike.

The boys let out a yell and revved their bikes.  He wanted to get this shit done so he could figure out what was going on with Willa, but he knew one thing, that fucker with her better watch his ass if he let anything happen to her.