Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (11 page)

“I’m so glad you called. Thank you for the shirt. I’ve got it on.”

“Is that so? Got anything else on?” Whiskey inquired.

“Just your shirt.” Her voice was a little breathless.

“Elena, you don’t know how much I miss you. I wanna be there, holding you next to me, burying my nose in your soft hair. Feeling your breath on my neck. This is hell. I want to be in your bed.”

Elena stroked her finger harder in circles over her clit and kept listening to his voice. She tried to muffle her orgasm.

“You sound outta breath. You okay?”

“I’m fine. I was… trying not to cough.” The waves of pleasure made her head spin.

“I’m on my way to bed,” he told her. “Sooner I get the shit done here, the faster I can get back up to you.”

“Sweet dreams Whiskey. I miss you.”

Whiskey chuckled, “Here I thought you were getting yourself off. Sweet dreams, darlin’. I’ll call you in the morning.”

Elena hung up and felt herself blush. It was so unlike her to have touched herself when talking to a man. What the hell’s happening to her?

She got up and went to the bathroom, then headed to the kitchen for a drink. She looked out the window and noticed the lights were all on over at Joy and Jersey’s. She decided a joint might make her sleep better, so she rolled one and sat by the window and smoked half. She bet Jersey had his hands full with a sobbing Joy. She truly liked Jersey, but she was tired of Joy’s meddling. Thrash and Joy were a little too close and she didn’t understand why Jersey wasn’t seeing it. She put the joint out, placed it into the tin box, and headed for bed. The pillow Whiskey used smelled like his scent and she held it tight as she fell asleep.

E
lena filled the next few days with showing Moon Glow to buyers, but she refused each one no matter the price they offered.

Joy wouldn’t talk to her, which was fine. She missed Whiskey badly but he called her at least twice a day. She wondered when he’d come back. She saw Thrash go over to Jersey and Joy’s, but she paid him no attention. Fall was colder than it had been in years, and she made sure all of the horses were blanketed and their grain and hay increased. She made sure Harry and Pete’s trailer was ready for the winter and did all the chores she could think of to get the farm ready for winter. Hay had to be stocked and she asked Thorn to come over and stack it after she got a delivery.

Thorn brought over Tears and she went inside to play with Rhiannon. Elena was glad to have time to speak to him alone.

She watched him easily stack the hay and was pleased to see how much happier he seemed. His body was rippled with muscles as he effortlessly lifted the bales. It was sunny and warm enough that he’d taken off his shirt after working up a sweat. He stopped for a few minutes and looked at Elena.

“What’s going on? You seem different. Happier. But I know you well enough to know something is on your mind,” Thorn chewed on a piece of hay as he waited for her answer.

“I’m missing Whiskey. Maybe I’m rushing into this too fast. It isn’t that, as much as I really wish Thrash wasn’t here so much. I feel like he’s watching me and I don’t like it. Do you think I’m going too fast into a relationship?”

She waited as the man she had helped raise looked at her. He reminded her of Hunter when he took his time answering. Hunter, who had broken up with her when she got pregnant because he was dying of cancer. Thorn was her family and she loved him like he was her own son.

“Hell no. Do whatever makes you happy. I like Whiskey and he seems like a decent man for a biker. You know he isn’t like Hunter. My dad was not into the shit Satan’s Attitude is into. He’d stand up for what he believed in, but he wasn’t into breaking the law as much as most bikers. He didn’t have to be, though; I never knew about the money he stashed away. Kinda pisses me off that he made us all work so hard.” Thorn spit out the chewed-up hay. “Hunter and you had drifted apart. He was a selfish man in many ways, Elena.”

“I know he was, but he saved me from a bad life, Thorn. I should have left him years ago, but that would have meant leaving you. I had my barns and horses at the lodge and it was easier to stay. I felt I owed him, I guess.”

Thorn sat on a bale. “Tell Jersey you don’t want Thrash on the farm. I don’t see what the big deal is. You don’t want him here. It’s your farm. Joy and Jersey have it good here and they should respect your wishes. Jersey will understand. Whatever Joy says, tell her to mind her business. She’s changed a lot since she got together with Jersey. I liked her better when she wasn’t with him, to be honest.”

Elena thought about it. “You’re right. She has changed. Our friendship is suffering over it, too. I hate that friendships and people change. I’ve changed though, too.”

Thorn stood up. “You changed for the better, I think. You’re finally doing everything you wanted. Fuck what people think. Your happiness is all that matters. Not what
she
wants. I’ll talk to Thrash if you want. This is your home and if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll handle it.”

“No, I think Thrash wouldn’t like it coming from you. I’ll figure it out. Is the Lodge ready for winter? I think it’s going to be a bad one.”

“It’s getting there. I rented a cabin out to one of the Bound for Hell bikers. He’s sick of them, and maybe he’ll go over to Nefarious. Only reason I rented it to him was because of the Filthy Fiends. None have been around here, have they?”

“No. I guess Stinky gave up once he heard Joy was Jersey’s ol’ lady. It’s been really quiet here. Having some cabins rented is a good idea because we don’t know what those assholes will do next.” She watched him stack the last of the bales in the extra hay barn. “Thanks so much, Thorn. Harry and Pete are getting a little too old to do this kind of work. Do you want to stay and eat dinner?” She hoped he would, so she could talk to Tears.

“I wish we could, but we’re going over to Willie’s and Black Dog’s. Anything that needs to be done here, just call me. I gotta grab Tears so I can shower before we go over there.” He dropped a kiss on Elena’s forehead. “You’re gonna do Thanksgiving, right? I get all my favorite food and pies?”

Elena’s mood brightened up. “Of course I am, and Christmas, too! We’re family and we’re going to fill this house with good food and good memories.”

They left and Elena decided to give Amy the night off. She was spending her free time with JJ and Elena wondered if she’d end up moving out sooner than she expected.

She made herself a grilled cheese and sat down to feed Rhiannon. She hated to eat by herself and she was lonely. She hoped Whiskey would call soon. The phone began to ring and she rushed to answer it.

“Hello,” she answered breathlessly.

But it was Thrash, and he clearly was drunk. Just what she needed: a drunken Thrash to deal with. She listened to his drunken ramblings and decided she’d had enough.

“Thrash, I don’t want to talk to you. I’ve got nothing to say to you. Don’t you understand that I don’t want you? Leave me the hell alone!”

She hung up the phone and checked to make sure the door was locked as the phone began to ring again. She let it go to the answering machine. She listened to Thrash yelling something about having Hunter’s blessing before the answering machine cut him off. She cleaned up the baby and got her to bed, then checked every window in the house to make sure they were locked.
How dare he call me like that, drunk and angry!
she fumed to herself. She debated on calling Whiskey, but thought he’d call her soon anyway.

She looked toward Jersey and Joy’s house, but just the porch light was on. They weren’t home.
Damn,
she thought. She didn’t want to deal with Thrash tonight or any other night. The phone kept ringing with such vile insults from Thrash that she stopped answering it, letting the machine pick them up.
There’s no reasoning with him in the state he’s presently in,
she knew.

The phone rang again and she refused to answer it. Thrash was again leaving her a message: “You’re a traitor to Hunter’s memory. Fucking Whiskey, a scumbag from Satan’s Attitude. You wouldn’t fuck me, but you sure as hell went for the biggest biker you could find with power, you bitch. You owe me big time. I’ll be down there to collect.”

The call cut off Thrash’s threats.

She sat on the couch, thinking. Why the hell didn’t Thrash understand the word
no
? She got up and unlocked the gun cabinet and took a pistol out. She didn’t feel safe now, even with her dog and Harry and Pete in their trailer. She couldn’t call Thorn because he’d go up against Thrash.

The phone rang again and she let it go to the answering machine—until she heard Whiskey’s voice and grabbed it. “Whiskey?”

“Elena, what’s wrong darlin’?” Whiskey’s smooth voice came through the phone receiver.

She didn’t know what to say and started to cry.

“Darlin’, I can be there in a few hours. Just tell me what’s wrong. Elena, talk to me. You don’t cry for no reason.”

“Thrash keeps calling and I’m sitting here with a gun in my lap. I hope he doesn’t come here. He’s so drunk and he has some crazy idea that Hunter wanted him to be my ol’ man. I don’t know what to do. I can’t call Thorn. Thrash is too much of a fighter for him, and you know that Thorn will want to call him out.” She had some trouble getting the words out, but she finally did.

“Elena, I’ve got to make some calls. I want you to sit right there and wait for me to call you back. I’m promising you that Thrash is not going to come to your house. Trust me, darlin’, I got this.”

Elena took a deep breath. “I trust you, Whiskey. I don’t want problems over you seeing me.”

“No, darlin’, it’s gonna be all good. I want you to let Mad Jack and Dee to sit with you until I can get up there. I’m going to call Jack now. You’re okay with that?”

“Yes, but what if they can’t come? I looked for Jersey and Joy and they’re not home.” Elena breathed heavily and she sounded frightened to death.

“If I can’t get Jack, I’ll send a few of the boys from South Jersey up to sit with you until I can get there. I’m leaving soon. I have a few things I gotta do. I’ve had enough of Thrash. You don’t belong to him and I don’t give a fuck what Hunter-the-almighty wanted. You got room for a few of my guys?” Whiskey inquired seriously.

“Yes, of course. I have two spare bedrooms and there is a heated room with four bunks off the office in the barn with a bathroom. You’re really coming here for me?” Elena was surprised and it showed in her voice.

Whiskey could hear how surprised she was. “You mean something to me, Elena, and I take care of the people who matter. Now I need to make a few calls. As soon as I can, I’ll call you, but let Jack and Dee in. Promise me?”

“Yes, I’ll let Jack and Dee in and if they don’t come, you will send someone else. Thank you.” She began to cry again.

“No more tears, Elena. Now hang up, wash your face, and wait for me to call you back.”

“Okay, I’ll do that. You make your calls.”

She hung up the phone and went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw how shattered she looked. Whiskey was right. She didn’t cry. She washed her face and pressed a cold washcloth over her eyes.

The phone rang again and she ran to get it. “Hello?”

“Elena, you better pick up when I call!” Thrash sounded even more drunk than before, if that was even possible. “I was there for you when you gave birth, I’ve always been there for you. I told you, I’ve been in love with you for years. You flirted back with me, always the lil’ cockteaser. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I told you to back off of me!” she shouted into the phone. “I warned you and you’re not hearing me. I was nice about it, but if you come here, I swear to God I’ll put a bullet in you. Leave me alone. I don’t owe you anything. I thought we were friends and… and now you want
payment?
Fuck you, motherfucker. You come here and try me.” Elena was ice cold now and she hoped he got the message.

“Fucking Whiskey now? You’re nothing but a slut. Cockteaser, slut, you led me on for
years
,” he shouted, scaring her.

He was totally out of control. Elena couldn’t believe the way he was behaving. Her voice cold and steady, she replied, “I never asked you for anything. Everyone else knows it too. Hunter was there for Rhiannon’s birth. You came
after
she was born! Go sleep it off, Thrash, but don’t come here. Our friendship is done. You’re not allowed back on my farm, not even at Jersey and Joy’s house.”

She hung up the phone and rolled a joint. She wondered if Thrash was in Ocean Cove. Tonight she’d sit by an open window in case he was nearby.

The phone rang not a full minute later. The machine picked it up.

“Bitch, pick up the phone. Do you think I’m gonna let you play me like China did? Elena, you’re going to regret this. Pick up the fucking phone now. I want what you
OWE
me. You can spread those legs for me, bitch.” His words started to slur and the call cut off.

The joint calmed her down until she saw headlights coming. She held her hand on the gun until she saw it was Dee and Mad Jack.

She opened the door and Dee and Mad Jack came inside. Dee hugged Elena right away and whispered, “My dad will take care of everything, Elena. We’re here for you.”

Elena hugged her back and whispered that she hoped Whiskey could fix this mess. The two women sat down and Elena told Jack to play the messages Thrash had left. Afterwards, Jack suggested to Dee that she take Elena into the bedroom and put a cool cloth on her eyes. Soon enough, Elena was out like a light; she’d been through a tough night.

Jack paced and the phone rang again. He’d heard the messages Thrash left and was disgusted by them. He grabbed it and growled, “Yeah?”

Whiskey was on the other end. “Jack? Is he still calling?”

“Yeah, he’s drunk though, and he isn’t the Thrash I know. He’s fucked up, left some messages I think you’ll wanna hear.” Jack leaned against the wall. “I need to call Darko.”

“I’ve gotten in touch with Bound for Hell. Hammer, Darko, and Tramp know. I won’t put you in a spot, I’m on my way, tell Elena that.” Whiskey hung up the phone.