37 - Possessive

*What scares you more? A pissed off Saint? Or his woman? – Brute*
After parking inside the compound for the Austin chapter of the Texas Renegades, the group slowly made their way to the main building. One couple remained on the bike as the others moved away.
“Leave them alone.” Sid said to her husband as they walked towards the clubhouse. She linked her arm with his, dragging him towards the doors.
“That’s my baby. I’m supposed to give him hell.” Trigg pouted.
“From the looks of it, you have years of opportunities,” Dutch smirked as he stood on the porch and looked past his parents to his youngest sister.
“Not helping,” Sid complained shoving her husband through the door.
“I told them she was off limits.” Gator growled as he followed the couple inside.
“I gave him my blessing.” Trigg flinched when his wife smacked his arm. “Woman! That hurt!”
“Good! Then why the hell are you being such an ass?” Sid demanded.
“That’s my job as a dad,” he grinned. “Besides, I like him.”
She went to hit him again and he grabbed her wrist and yanked her against him. Anchoring an arm around her waist, he held her captured hand against his chest.
“Do you remember when Evie got shot?” he asked, and she nodded. “You and I stayed at the Shack. Camille came in early that morning and was telling us about meeting someone.”
“Holy fuck.” Sid whispered as her eyes went wide.
“Our little girl made her choice a long time ago. He’s doomed.”
“Hey, parents, that would have made her sixteen at the time.” Dutch pointed out.
“Damn it, that means she came here for him.” Sid said and Trigg nodded. “Nessie was right.”
“That woman scares me.” Dutch said and then chuckled as he looked out the large window. “Umm, parents. How was that sister conceived?”
“They are not going to have sex on the back of her bike.” Sid said, trying to sound confident.
Their oldest son chuckled as she pointed at the couple in a heavy make out session on the back of her bike. Are you sure?”
“Come on, Dutch.” Dom said as a woman tentatively entered the building. She looked at the woman who the Renegades despised. “Sit. A single word out of you and I slit your fucking throat.”
Millie nodded soberly as she made her way to a couch.
“Who the hell said you could sit on furniture?” Dom demanded and the woman flinched. “Sit on the floor like the trash you are.”
The blonde sat down on the floor and Dom sent Tink over to guard her until she got back. She reached out to pet the dog, Tink bared his teeth at her and she dropped her hand to the floor.
Roscoe walked over and nudged her with his boot. “I think it’s about time you find a different city.”
Millie nodded, but never looked up at him or said anything. It was several tense minutes later when the group entered the building and Dom yanked Millie up by her hair.
“I think you’ve something that you need to say?” Dom asked harshly as she drug the woman over to stand in front of Darkness.
“I’m sorry.” She said softly. “I’m sorry I accused you of rape.”
“I lost six days of my life because of you.” Darkness said coldly. “You’ll not get any forgiveness from me.”
Millie nodded. “I understand.” She turned and faced Roscoe. “I’m sorry for accusing one of your men.”
“Not my member, but I’m not forgiving you either. Get the fuck out of Austin. In fact, get out of Texas.” Roscoe snarled.
“Don’t come to Louisiana.” Gator warned.
“Anything else? Anyone else you need to apologize to?” Dom asked and Millie shook her head confused.
“Let me tell you a secret about Saint women.” Trigg said as his daughter stripped off her boots. “They’re very possessive.”
“And you took my baby girl’s man away for six days.” Sid said as Camille dropped her sweater dress to the floor.
“If you survive, we’ll talk about your options after she’s done with you.” Dom walked over and picked up the beer she had been nursing.
Millie turned to face Camille and laughed when she saw the younger woman. “Her?”
“Me.” Camille grinned and swung hard. She lived at the Shack full-time for four years after several years of weekends and extended stays. Part of that time with a champion MMA fighter and her coach. After training with Taz and Kevin, she could hold her own.
It took only a few hits before Millie was on the ground and Camille was on top of her. Blows were pounding on the older woman’s body. Millie cried and grunted, her feeble attempts to defend herself were almost laughable.
The whole time that Camille was beating Millie, the Saints sat at the bar watching as if it was nothing unusual.
“Are you filming this?” Dutch asked.
“Hell, yeah.” Knuckles smiled. “Taz will want to see this.”
“Legalities.” Celt reminded them.
“Burner phone. Internal storage only. I’ll have Trevor wipe the memory.” Knuckles replied.
“Should we stop her?” Trigg asked.
“I’m not getting in that!” Sid shook her head. “I saw how he was kissing her. You’re looking at a hundred pounds of sexual frustration. And about forty pounds of pissed off angry bitch.”
“Don’t look at me.” Dom said using her knife to open a new beer. “I’m sadistic, not stupid.”
“If crazy bitch is staying out, so am I.” Werewolf said and clicked bottles with Dutch and Trigg.
“Hundred pounds of sexual frustration?” Cookie asked. “Team black must be losing their touch.”
“I think he’s trying to abide by what his president said.” Trigg admitted. “She could always use one of the toys you gave her.”
“She would have to have them.” Sid replied. “They’re still in her room wrapped from Christmas.”
They all made sounds of disappointment when Darkness stepped over and easily picked Camille up. She made a few more hits and kicks as he pulled her away.
“Keep your fucking hands off what’s mine.” Camille warned to the nearly unconscious woman.
“That’s my baby girl!” Sid declared loudly.
“Charlotte’s not as cray-cray as these two, right?” Trigg asked his son-in-law.
Werewolf chuckled and proudly declared. “Hell, yeah, she is.”
Sid sighed as she leaned into her husband, and he placed an arm around her. They watched as Darkness sat on a couch with Camille on his lap. Gently, he lifted her busted and bruised knuckles to his lips and gently kissed them.
“*That* right there,” Dutch said as he pointed at the couple with his beer bottle, “that’s why I’ve got fifty bucks on him being the one to pop that damned cherry of hers.”
The Renegades and Cajuns that were nearby sputtered in shock at his statement.
“Stupid fucker,” Trigg chuckled. “I got a hundred.”
“All I know,” Cookie grinned, “Team Black is all over that. And that little girl has no gag reflex.”
“I don’t need to know,” Trigg complained.
“I do,” Sid looked around her husband. “Your women know?”
“Not me. Well, not me, me.” Cookie chuckled.
“Oh, yeah, you are the model for the competition.” Sid laughed.
“Yup, it’s my fourteen inches that got cloned. Trev tried, but he couldn’t stay hard long enough with so many women watching him.”
“Should have put on a video of that porn guy that they like, Super Stud, or whatever.” Werewolf said.
“Max Stallion,” Trigg said. “Why the hell do I even know that?”
“Watching much gay porn?” Dom asked.
“No!” Trigg answered emphatically.
Sid laughed. “It’s probably because one of the prospects is trying to get everyone to call him Stallion.”
Celt chuckled, “Chance started calling him Max Stallion.”
“How does Chance know about Max Stallion?” Trigg asked.
Cookie and Celt both looked at Werewolf who shrugged. “His checks don’t bounce, and the security detail get nice tips. Monetary tips as far as I know.”
“Are you,” Roscoe motioned from Dom to Millie who was still sprawled out on the floor, “going to do something with her?”
“Not right now,” Dom admitted. “I’ve been drinking.” She put her finger over the small scar in front of her right ear. “Miller, send Peter Pan my way.”
“Who the hell is Peter Pan?” Sid asked.
“I don’t know,” Dom admitted as she watched a Hispanic bunny make her way across the room. “It’s just the name assigned for the position. Roscoe, who is she?”
“Marta!” Roscoe called and motioned for her to come over.
Dom took a long drink of her beer and eyed the woman up and down. She gave Marta a hungry smile. “You’ll do nicely.”
“Dom,” Trigg said cautiously, “you’ve been drinking.”
“I’m just going to bury my face in her cunt while I sober up.” She hopped off the barstool and started to lead the woman to the room she was staying in.