Sharing Freedom

Chapter Fourteen

“She is high,” Poke laughed at Freedom who was lying in the back of the car they borrowed to take her to the hospital.

“Yeah, so much for us worrying about her getting tainted in our lifestyle,” Easy said.

That had been their biggest argument while they let her make up her mind about joining the club. Even after they had made her come that first time, they pulled back, wanting her to figure out if this is what she wanted. They had been surprised when she had just continued as if nothing had happened. Sure, it had been a test of sorts, but both men figured she would run. They had argued when she didn’t.

Easy thought she was too sweet for them. They were assholes, who were never going to be able to make a commitment. It wasn’t in them to, because they wanted something very few people could understand. The men were like two halves of a whole, and they would never separate, they were a packaged deal, and other than the obvious, that women liked being f^cked by the both of them. They had never met a woman who could stand up to the two overbearing assholes and actually deal with them.

Poke just wanted her; there was something about her that calmed the fire in him, had since she met him. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but over the last few weeks he hadn’t had a choice, and after last night, when she poured the beer over their heads, he had known. So, had Easy, she was theirs and that’s all there was to it. It was up to them what they did with the knowledge.

“Awe,” Freedom said from the back seat. “You are both so pretty.”

“Yeah, babe, we are.” Easy laughed.

“I am sorry I broke your pretty nose, Easy Peasy.” Freedom snorted.

“I know, honey,” Easy said smoothly. “You told me already.”

“But I am really sorry, you know, I just f^cking snapped,” Freedom said, trying to snap with her fingers with her good hand and couldn’t. She frowned and went silent, trying to perform the small task.

“Damn, she is stoned.” Poke smiled. “Think she’s gonna be pissed when she wakes up tomorrow with that cast on her hand.”

“Probably,” Easy snorted and shook his head. His nose hurt where she had hit him, but the pain was nothing compared to what Freedom was going to feel in the morning. He was used to broken bones, but according to her, she had never had a broken bone.

“She was pissed this morning though,” Poke said firmly.

“Yep, the sooner she figures it out the better though, until we are done, she is ours,” Easy said as they pulled into the club parking lot.

“Creed wants us to go on another run next week. We need more weapons, with the Diablos and all those other assholes trying to move into our space, we are going to have to flex real soon,” Poke said lowly.

“Yeah, we got some sh^t to take care of. Things are gonna get bad here soon,” Easy said.

“Poke-a-dot,” Freedom sang off key at the top of her lungs.

“Yeah, baby girl.” Poke laughed.

“You still wanna f^ck me?” Freedom giggled.

“Yeah, baby girl,” Poke laughed.

“Good, 'cause I want to too,” Freedom said. “Just gimme a minute and I will be ready.”

“Okay,” Poke laughed and got out of the car. He laughed when he opened the back door to find her lying on the seat, tangled in her top passed out.

“sh^t,” Easy said shaking his head. “Kinda sick that I find her silence sexy, huh.”

“Yeah, me too.” Poke laughed and picked her up and took her into the clubhouse.

“We have a meeting in a few, let’s get her settled and get moving,” Easy said.

“We haven’t figured out how they got in,” Easy said. “The security says someone turned it off, but someone also had to open the gates because there are no holes in our fence.”

Creed nodded. “We have a traitor.”

The men in the room shifted. They all knew what that meant, because no one betrayed the club and lived to tell about it. If it were someone in the room, they would never make it to the door.

“Watched the video of the night, there were a lot of people coming in and out of the house 'cause of the party. Most of the whores were given a room at the apartments,” Poke announced. “All rooms were occupied, and unless I am missing something, everyone who was not in the club was accounted for.”

Easy stood and looked around the room, not everyone was there, some of the guys were in guarding the businesses and others were in the clubhouse and property making sure no one got in the gates. However, the three men he needed to talk to were here, and they were ready to deal with business if they had to. It had taken too f^cking long to go through all the videos.

“Sting,” Easy said and the tall thin man jumped. He was new, just brought in from the other chapter three months ago.

“Yeah,” the man said quickly.

“You got something to tell us?” Easy said slowly.

“Nah, I was in with Candy when sh^t went down,” Sting said.

“You been hanging with Candy a lot, yeah?” Easy said.

“Yeah,” Sting nodded slowly.

“So, you know the b***h is dealing f^cking meth?” Poke said quickly and rose to move around the other side of the room. The tension in the room shifted. Most of the guys knew that meth had been a problem in the area.

“Nah, man,” Spike said nervously.

“Don’t f^ck with me, man, we know she is,” Easy said.

“Seriously, Easy, I know she does pot, anything else, man, no, I don’t f^ck with that sh^t,” Spike said quickly, his face getting red.

“But you are the one who she has been sleeping with for the last month,” Easy asked.

“Well, yeah, but not the only one, you know how she is, f^cking b***h likes to get f^cked. She just comes to me last because I am too lazy to throw her ass out after,” Spike shrugged.

“We need to know where she is getting her sh^t from,” Poke said, and Spike nodded slowly.

“Okay, let me speak really slowly,” Easy growled. “I need you to f^ck her until she gives us the information we need.”

“Oh yeah, man,” Spike said. “I knew what you meant.”

“Trig and Meat?” Poke said slowly. “Now, I know there is something you wanna tell us.”

“What?” Trig asked with a growl. The man had been here for years; they all trusted him, especially when he knew the players they were dealing with.

“f^ck yeah, I got something to say,” the other older biker said and stood. He was in his fifties with a long black beard and covered with tattoos. He would scare most people unless they saw him with his new grandbaby. Then they would see the family man he was. Trig and Meat lived in houses on the property, they had been married to their old ladies for twenty plus years and believed in the club, they were loyal and were also men the younger ones went to if they had a problem, because they were mentors. Pill was also in their group, as well as four other men, they were mean ass f^ckers.

“What is that, Meat?” Poke asked.

“Devil Savages,” the old man said, and Fork let out a growl. Everyone in the club knew the bad blood between the two clubs revolved around the two VPs. Everyone in the club also knew the older bikers were friends with the man who caused the problem. The two men’s father. “Zeus says there is some sh^t going down with the Savages, says we may need to bury the hatchet in order to get sh^t straight.”

Poke and Easy knew Zeus contacted the older bikers recently, what they wanted to know was why.

“We got other sh^t to deal with right now,” Fork growled. “Don’t have time to f^cking go to therapy and sh^t. Hatchet is still gonna be there.”

“They have been having problems as well. The Diablos have been trying to claim the whole f^ckin area as theirs. A chick from their club went missing one night, the Diablos have her, but they can’t find where. One of their routes is being tagged with hijackings. They lost a big gun shipment to the Diablos last month. We got our sh^t coming in soon, don’t want to be pissing off some of the clubs out west if we can’t deliver their order,” Meat said.

“Damn it, we have meth, f^cking bangers, and now someone stealing our guns. sh^t is gonna get real,” Easy said and looked at Creed who was just listening.

“We need to tighten the reins,” Creed said. “We have church every f^cking day until we sort this sh^t out. Hit the streets, find out the word on the street. And security is tightened. We are gonna clean house 'cause this sh^t is not okay.”

The men grunted and began to plan the specifics.

“Hey,” Freedom groaned into the pillow over her head.

“Girl, you seriously should never take drugs,” Shady laughed at her friend when she picked up the pillow and leaned over her.

“Ugh,” Freedom said. “What happened?”

She tried to lift her arm and it wouldn’t move, and then a piercing pain shot up her arm. She whimpered a little and instantly Poke was at her side with a glass of water and a pill.

“Come on, baby girl, take this, it’ll make it all feel better,” Poke said quietly.

“What?” Freedom asked and lifted her head. “What is it?”

“Just a pain pill, it will help,” Poke said.

“sh^t, my hand,” Freedom said and flopped back down on the bed. “I broke it.”

“Yep, did a good job on Easy’s nose too.” Shady laughed.

“Oh, kill me now,” Freedom said, embarrassed that she had lost it so bad.

“Nah, I kinda thought it was sexy.” Poke laughed.

Freedom opened an eye at the man and frowned. “Why on earth would you ever think that was sexy.”

“'Cause he can be an ass, and it was f^cking hot watching you go all Xena Warrior Princess on him.” Poke grinned. “Of course, would have been hotter if you had been oiled up and sh^t. Oh, maybe next time Shady and you can slick yourselves up and go at it.”

“Pervert,” Shady snorted.

Freedom rolled her eyes and then moaned at the pain. “Damn it. That really hurts.”

“Take the pill,” she heard Easy order and she opened her eyes to see the large hulking man standing with his hands on his hips, she saw tape across his nose and two black eyes, then grimaced, and looked down.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered, feeling the tears gather in her eyes.

Easy snorted. “Why, I was being an asshole. Next time though, if I piss you off, and I will, can you refrain from hitting me in the face? Because damn, the guys are like giving me sh^t about this.”

Freedom groaned and then sat up. “sh^t, how am I gonna dance with this on?”

“You aren’t,” Easy said firmly. “You said you had an accounting degree, talked to Creed, and he is gonna have you do the books at the shops for us. They have been a mess since our accountant ran off with a brother from the other club.”

Freedom looked up in surprise and then smiled. “Oh.”

“Yeah, Creed will show you in a couple of days, we have an office here with all the books, so you don’t have to worry about going out. Until this sh^t is sorted out, you are not to go anywhere by yourself,” Easy said firmly.

“Why?” Freedom said.

“'Cause we heard from the Diablos this morning. Seems they want you turned over to them as soon as possible so they can collect their money. Then we will have to deal with the Devil Savage’s marker. Your father owed a sh^t ton of money around town, and they are all looking for ya. For now, you gotta stay hidden.” Easy shrugged.

Freedom felt the blood drain from her face. How much money did her father owe? “How much total?”

“Two hundred large, to include the Diablos and Devils,” Easy said with no emotion and Freedom gasped. “He only used part of the money on bills. He apparently had a little problem with the tables as well, gambled everything and lost.”

“Now, baby girl, don’t worry, we got this covered,” Poke said and looked at Easy and nodded. “Take your pill, we will get you settled.”

Freedom just couldn’t deal with this right now, so she nodded and took the pill and then laid back down. It didn’t take long for the medication to kick in. Easy and Poke pulled Shady from her spot as watchdog into the living area and said, “We are having church in a few. Make sure she stays where she is supposed to.”