Daredevil Chapter 15

I sat back with my beer and watched for the action about to begin. Should I try to stop it? Maybe, but I found it was way too good of an opportunity to watch my woman in action to pass up. She was about to go psycho on someone's ass, and since it wasn't mine, I didn't give a damn.

It was late and several of us were still hanging out in the common room of the clubhouse. After the great ride we took today, no one really seemed ready to call it quits. The ones who had, did so mainly due to their kids. Those who stayed were able to do it because of the others taking care of their children too. The whole it takes a village to raise kids was true and it was alive and well in the Infidels' compound.

It was funny earlier to watch Morgan bring her wedding notebook out and sit with Shain, showing her all the plans she already had for our wedding. It utterly amazed me how Shain was able to turn the meltdown today into something Morgan was happy about. This one incident showed me she'd be a fantastic mom. As for me being a good dad, I thought I'd do okay. My dad had been and still is a great one. My brothers around me were wonderful fathers, and I knew any time I needed advice, I could go to them.

Why I was thinking of having children at a time like this? Who knows, all I knew was it made me feel warm inside when I imagined Shain pregnant with my baby. My wayward thoughts were reined in as my old lady stalked her victim slowly from across the room. She was talking to a few of the wives when she spotted the issue. Shain homed in on it like a heat-seeking missile. Based on the expression on her face, she was determined to blow up.

"Twenty bucks says Shain beats her ass," Fang said from my left.

"It'll be no contest, but just to make it fun, I'll bid twenty bucks that she doesn't lay a finger on her, but she'll make her cry," Pitbull added.

"You're all wrong. My twenty says she'll drag her outside by the hair after she talks to her, then she'll whoop her ass, and then the slut will cry," Trident said calmly and sagely.

"Pretty damn specific there, old man. Are you trying to rig it in your favor? Did you and Shain arrange this showdown?" Sin asked his stepfather suspiciously.

"Boyo, I don't have to cheat. I'm a wise, wily fox. And I'd watch who you're calling an old man. That's not what your mom was screaming last night when I had her in our special room. I believe she said I'm God," Trident added with a smirk and a wink.

He knew what saying this would do to Sin. I was afraid watching them would make me miss Shain. It was hard to choose. Noting she was taking her time to get to the unsuspecting woman, obviously since she was gathering her intel and ammunition for this battle, I listened and watched Trident and Sin.

"Fuck you, Trident! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want even a hint of what you and Mom do, whether it's in your special room or not. She had me via immaculate conception and had never been sullied by any man."

Trident shook his head like he was regretting something. He gave Sin a "poor you" look before he nailed him with his reply. "Son, you and I need to have a talk. I should've done it long ago, but I didn't want to traumatize you. It's about where babies come from. I would've thought since you have Olivia and Kycen, you'd know, but I guess not. Poor Lyric, what is she lacking in the sexual satisfaction department if you have no clue? Maybe I should talk to her," he half-muttered as he rubbed his white beard.

"You talk to my wife about sex, and you won't be able to get it up for the rest of your life. I promise you that."

"I thought you were spiking the alcohol and water with saltpeter to keep this randy bastard calm?" Executioner said with a straight face. The rest of us laughed.

For decades, it was rumored, though never proven, that the military and even prisons put it in food. It was a pure form of potassium nitrate, and it had many legitimate uses, such as a food preservative and additive, fertilizer, used to treat sensitive teeth and asthma. It was an oxidizer for rockets and fireworks and the main ingredient in gunpowder. The aerosol fire suppression systems used it along with a lot of other things. Why would the military and prisons use something like that? Well, the myth was that saltpeter inhibited male libido. The thought of Sin slipping it to Trident to keep him away from his mom was hilarious.

"Screw you. There's nothing that can keep me down. Get it? Down," Trident repeated with a snicker as he waggled his eyebrows.

Why we even tried, I don't know. Here was the guy who went into the specialty barber shop on our trip to New York and let them manscape his junk in a crazy pattern. And he proudly told everyone and offered to let them see. Sara was a saint and would just smile and sometimes shake her head at his antics. Although, as a writer of what the ladies called mommy porn books, she wouldn't stop him. He gave her plenty of material for her stories. Better not remind Sin of this joyful fact. His bald head exploding wouldn't be welcome or pretty.

I left them to argue and threaten each other because I saw out of the corner of my eye Shain had made it to her quarry. My smile of glee must've alerted those around me to the fact something else was happening, which might be better than the Sin and Trident show. They got eerily quiet, and all turned to stare at her like I was.

Now, not all the guys were over with us. Another large group was standing over in the middle of the common area, usually where the women liked to dance. Only tonight, the music wasn't playing, and instead, they'd set up cornhole, the sack toss game where you tossed fabric bean bags at your opponent's raised angle board which had a hole on the far end. There were points assigned, and the first one to whatever was set as the goal won. They were loud and boisterous as they played, heckled each other, and drank. Just to add some difficulty to the game, they were throwing them blindfolded.

I'd played earlier with Shain on my team. Man, she was competitive. She took no prisoners, so to speak. The guys told her they'd never play her again since she went for blood. She grinned and told them to wait until she got them to play football on Thanksgiving in just over a month. Not flag football either, according to her. It was the full-contact tackling kind. I told her over my dead body, she would. She said it could be arranged. It was a Regulators' tradition to play on Thanksgiving Day. We secretly swore we'd never invite them here for Thanksgiving.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch? He's mine. Go find your own," I heard an unfamiliar voice shrilly snap. It was the woman Shain was about to tutor in proper clubhouse etiquette. I'd never seen her here before. Just to be sure she was new, I asked those surrounding me. They all said they never saw her either.

"I have my own. I came to make sure you know the rules. I asked, and no one seemed to have seen you before, so I figured you were unaware of how things go around here. How much do you know about an MC?" Shain was calm and even gave her a pleasant look, which scared me worse than if she was snarling.

"I know enough. The men like to party and love to fuck. They live by no rules, and they do whatever they please," the woman said with a smirk.

"Well, some of what you said is partially true. They love to party, and they only live by a few rules. As for doing whatever they please, again, within reason. Now, the fucking part, I'm not gonna go there and embarrass these poor fellas, but they don't have trouble finding women. However, the ones you see with wedding bands on are taken. They have old ladies who are equivalent to wives, and most have kids. They're not interested in anything you have to offer and are hands off, period.

"How do you know? Which one is yours? I bet I could get him to show me a good time," the dead woman walking stated as she jutted out her hip and tossed her long dark hair. I briefly wondered what she'd look like if she was totally bald. If she kept that talk up, Shain would snatch it all out by the roots.

"I know because they're a decent MC, and they respect their women. Once they claim one, they don't cheat on us with women like you. As for these single gents, they'll usually take what's offered, but I warn you, if you're here to catch a biker to keep your ass, they won't do it. Sure, they'll give you some cock, but they won't claim you. They want women who're different from you as their old ladies. And my old man is that one right there," she pointed over at me and blew me a kiss. I winked back at her before she continued.

"He definitely won't be tempted to touch you. Now, back to the single guys. I've seen all three of them turn you down more than once, and you don't seem to understand what no means, so I came over to educate you. No means keep your goddamn hands to yourself unless asked to touch them. If they decline to take you somewhere to fuck you or even to do it out here in the open, drop it. If they say they're not interested, it means they're not interested. As far as I could tell, they're speaking in plain English, and you speak the same, so take your claws off them and keep your sexual offers to yourself. If one should change his mind, which I pray none will because you're trouble with a capital T, they'll come find you. Anyone found to break the rules will be escorted off the premises and most likely won't be allowed back."

Shain gave her a nod and a slight smile as she finished . I think the whole room held their breath as we waited to see what the hang around said or did. Please let her be smarter than she's been so far and leave without saying or doing anything. As soon as I saw her mouth start to open, I knew my prayer wasn't going to be answered. She wasn't smart.

"I can have your man and any other in here just by dropping to my knees. I don't see why any of them want a fat cow like you," she sneered.

The old ladies gasped, and I became instantly irate. How dare she say such utter crap about the men, and to call Shain fat was ridiculous. Sure, she wasn't a size two like the bitch running her yap, but she wasn't fat. Her body was paradise to me. All the dips and valleys which made up her curvaceous body were stunning. I had enough.

I got up and walked over to Shain. I wrapped my arm around her. The hang around licked her lips and scanned me up and down. Curling up my upper lip, I leaned down and laid a deep, passionate kiss on Shain which she more than eagerly returned. Whistles rang out as my brothers called out encouragement. When I was done kissing her, the hang around no longer appeared confident. She was glaring at me too.

"Let me clear up a few things. One, you'd never have me no matter what you did. There's no way you can give me more than this beautiful woman can and does. The same goes for my committed brothers. Two, you need your eyes checked and probably your brain because Shain isn't a fat anything. She's perfect, and I have no problem ever making love to her. Now, I think your adventure here is done. You can leave and don't bother to come back."

She sputtered and tried to argue, but we ignored her. I glanced around for one of the prospects to show her out. I should've known Shain would want to take care of her by herself. Next thing I knew, she moved out of my arms, grabbed the skank by her hair, and moved toward the door. The woman struggled, swore, and made threats as she stumbled backward behind Shain. Wanting to see what else she did, we followed them. Outside, my woman let go of the skank and pointed to the gate.

That's when the biggest mistake happened. I was laughing at the pathetic woman, so she decided to lunge at me. No way I'd hit her, but I would've blocked her. Only I didn't need to. In a blink, Shain was between us, and she hit her like a hammer. A flurry of punches landed the bitch on her ass, crying. At this point, Cullen showed up, and he was ordered to find her ride and get her gone. Another woman reluctantly and sheepishly stepped forward to admit she brought her here. She apologized and said she was a coworker who begged her to come.

Not wanting to punish her, since we'd seen no bad behavior from the second one, she was instructed to take the crying one home and not to bring people again if she came back. She looked relieved as she prodded the other one to a nearby car. I chuckled when I saw several brothers handing a smiling Trident money. As they drove off, I went up to Shain and growled in her ear.

"Come with me. I have to show you how much I love your curves. Get ready to be sore."

She shivered as she said softly, "You had me at come."