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  "I will be," I tell him.

  "Good. Tomorrow we get your life back." He tells me bending down to grab the abandoned dishes from the dirt and heads back into the big building. "See you tomorrow sugar." He calls out before he walks inside.

  Tomorrow, I think to myself, tomorrow I get my life back.

  Four

  I made sure to set an alarm to wake me up on time the next day, borrowing a clock from Britney. Along with some yoga capris, sports bra and tank top. We seem to be about the same size, her boobs may be a little bigger but not by much.

  Heading out to the garage I almost decide to turn tail and run but push through. I need this. All of the doors are closed now and the sun is just starting to rise. Dew covers the door and knob. Walking through I wipe my hand on my tank top and look around to find Fuzz. I hear music playing from a room on the far end and make my way over to the noise trying to avoid tripping over tools and parts on the floor. I knock and wait. When nobody answers I decide rather than being late to go inside.

  Fuzz is lying on his back on a bench lifting a bar with weight attached to each end over his chest. From where I am standing I can see the sweat coating his body. He is only wearing a black pair of shorts and I can see all of the tattoos that cover his body. Full sleeves cover his arms, colorful and vibrant. Putting the bar up on its perch he sits up and when he sees me he does a double take raising his eyebrows. He grabs a towel from next to him on the floor and wipes away the sweat on his face then grabs something else that looks like a phone, taps a couple things and the music shuts off.

  "Right on time Sugar. Good girl." Hopping up he walks over to me. "Not sure I can keep a professional distance from you while you are wearing that. Good thing I'm not a professional." He winks and gestures to my outfit.

  "Whats wrong with it?" I ask trying to look around myself to see if I can see what he is talking about.

  "Not a damn thing wrong with it. Fits you like a god damn glove. Hot as fuck." His statement sends shivers down my spine. Good shivers.

  "I can change..." I start to say.

  "The fuck you will. You will just have to use my crudeness to your advantage is all."

  "Crudeness?" I ask as he snakes his hand around and grabs my ass.

  "Yeah, crudeness." I don't even think I move and try to hit him in the face. Missing by inches. "See worked like a charm. Now let's use that anger to your advantage." He starts walking to a boxing ring. Getting inside the ropes he beckons me over. I oblige and crawl in with him.

  "Now first things first. You need to control that anger and use it when you need it. Balance. Keep your core strong. We start there first." He lunges forward trying to knock me off my feet. It works. I'm on my ass most of the damned day.

  Hours later I'm laying on the floor sweating my ass off from the workout. After our self defense session in the ring, he said I needed to build my strength. Squats, push ups, lifting and running on the treadmill. I feel like I'm going to die. But I also feel like I have accomplished so much and I'm well on my way to becoming whole again.

  My weeks go that way until the workouts start to get easier and I start to get more comfortable with Fuzz. He is funny and his flirty dirty talk doesn't bother me as much as it did in the beginning. I find myself growing close to him, letting him in. But there is always something, someone, that stops me from crossing that line though. He is dead and isn't coming back. I need to keep reminding myself but it still doesn't sink in.

  Last night I had the same nightmare I always do staring Vin and Avil. I haven't had one since I was in the hospital. I was up half the night trying to calm myself with the breathing exercises the shrink taught me to use. After I calmed myself I took a shower to wash off the sweat and frustration. I finally got back to sleep maybe two hours ago. So when my alarm goes off reminding me that it's time to wake for my daily workout I slap the snooze button too many times.

  When I walk into the small exercise room Fuzz gives me a look that tells me that I have fucked up. "What did I tell you would happen if you were late?" he doesn't seem mad but he isn't happy either.

  "You would spank me?" I question because I really didn't think he meant it.

  "Come over here." He is sitting on the same bench he always is when I come in. I walk over and he pats his lap. I shake my head in response but before I know it he is taking my arm and pulling onto his lap. My stomach is laying across his legs and slaps my ass hard. I don't even get a chance to struggle it's so fast. Four more smacks and he hauls me up to my feet. "Five a.m. no later." Shit. I didn't think he would do it.

  "What the hell Fuzz?" I yell at him all thought of the nightmare and the sleepless night is now gone.

  "Told you what would happen if you were late." He just shrugs at me. "Use the anger, we got shit to do today." Asshole.

  "Give me five more than you are done for the day," Fuzz yells at me from above. I'm doing push-ups and he is walking circles around me. "Three. Two. One." He yells out my last three. "Done Sugar." He says.

  "I think I'm dying." My arms drop out from under me and I collapse onto the floor loving the cool feel of the mat beneath me.

  "That ass of yours is fine as hell in them pants." I roll my eyes.

  "I'm too damn tired to even talk back to you right now," I mumble into the mat. He just laughs at me.

  "Just calling it as I see it, babe." He pauses, pulling on a tee shirt over his muscled chest. "Clubs having a barbecue tonight come on down for some fun and conversation. Time to start letting people back into your life again." I don't even get a chance to argue that I rather stay in my room like I have been doing for the past few weeks. Only coming out to sneak to the kitchen and grab something to eat and coming here of course. Lisa and Britney come and visit me. When they aren't occupied with the men that is. I have gotten to know them a little more with borrowing clothes and things. Fuzz is out the door leaving me panting on the floor soaking in my sweat.

  Walking out of the workout room I see a few of the bikers in the garage now working on a few of the bikes. They normally aren't out here when I get done. I suppose they are usually here at this time, I was just late today that is why I am seeing them now. When they notice me I get a few cat calls but brush it off. They are just messing with me Gin gave them orders to leave me alone. I ignore them and continue on my way to the door but before I can get there one of the guys, I cant think of his name right at the moment, blocks my path. "Damn you looken good baby." He says swiping a finger down my cheek. I flinch backward and bump into a hard chest.

  "Don't be shy my boy Merk here was giving you a compliment." A voice says from right behind me. I get a white hot rush all over my body. These men aren't following Gin's orders and leaving me alone.

  "Gin said not to fuck with me." I grit out clenching my fists together. I'm not letting them do this shit to me.

  "Oh come on baby girl" the voice behind me chortles. Fuck this. Without even thinking I step closer to Merk in front of me and slam my knee into his balls than before the fucker behind me has a chance to think I turn my body and slam my elbow into his face feeling something crack under the pressure.

  "Fucking bitch!" Merk garbles out as he crumples to the floor. Clapping starts from the direction of the workout room and I turn to see Fuzz clapping his hands together walking slowly toward me. I look at him then to the two men that are now on the floor.

  "Fucking nice Ells." Fuzz exclaims. "You boys never stood a chance against my girl here." He chuckles bending down to help them up.

  "Fuck Fuzz you didn't say she was gonna break my fucking face!" the guy I elbowed whines.

  "Yeah fuck man. I might want kids someday." Merk complains crawling to his feet.

  "Fuck that she did you a favor. You shouldn't breed you dumb fuck."

  "Fuck you Louse," Merk tells the other guy who I now know is Louse.

  "Both you fuckers get out of here she looks pissed and if you don't leave she just might finish the job," Fuzz tells them and they look at me before leaving.

>   "Sorry Love. No hard feelings. Fuzz here just wanted to test ya. You passed. One tough bitch you are." Louse tells me with Merck agreeing before they walk out of the garage.

  "You were fucking testing me!" I shout at him. "What the fuck Fuzz?" he just smiles crossing his arms.

  "You passed Ells. Good fucken job. Like he said, one tough bitch." He smiles and walks past me and out the door. Leaving me with a growing smile of my own.

  I'm lying on my bed contemplating going downstairs to the barbecue when someone knocks on my door. "Hey, Ells. It's me Brit." She yells from the other side. I tell her to come in and she comes walking through the door holding a small bag and has what looks like clothes draped over her arm. "Let's get you ready hon, we got some partying to do."

  "Oh Brit I don't know, I really wasn't planning on going."

  "Bullshit. You are going. Now get your ass up. I got some hot as fuck outfits for you to pick from and my makeup bag. I have been dying to play with your eyes. You got those big beautiful doe eyes, let's play them up." Oh no.

  "Makeup really isn't my thing." I try to say but before I know it Lisa comes busting trough the door and I lose my battle of the makeup.

  Brit lays out the three outfits she brought, if you dare to call them that. They really are just scraps of fabric and leather. I settle on a leather pair of shorts and a corset looking top. Probably the most unrevealing thing in the pile. I also concede to the makeup and they pile it on me. I think I'm wearing more makeup than clothing.

  "You look hot girl," Lisa says in a drawl and Brit seconds her observation. Looking in the mirror I hardly recognize myself. My hair is down with soft curls and my eyes are dark with a silver shimmer. They tried with the red lipstick but I put a big firm no on that so they settled with a champagne pink. I look slutty. But I suppose that is what they were going for. They look similar, only with less clothing. Lisa is wearing a pink top that only almost covers up her boobs, displaying a pair of beautiful angel wings tattooed on her back. Finishing it off with a black mini skirt and when I say mini I mean it looks like she has stretched a headband around her waist to just cover up her vagina. From what I can tell due to her lack of underwear is completely bare and I caught something sparkle when she was on the bed crossing and uncrossing her legs.

  Brit is another story. Her red hair is up in a high ponytail and has what looks a bandage around her boobs. She is also wearing a skirt but hers is red just like the bandage like contraption. She also has a piercing but this one is more meant to be seen, in her belly button. Three twinkly red gems dangling from her navel. They both are topped off with black high heels. Mine are red. And probably could be used as torture devices. Walking down the steps proves that.

  "Now, we know Gin said you couldn't be at parties in the bar but you are more than welcome to go to the barbecues. Just when people start to pair off, if you ain't with someone you best head on up to your room. Tends to get a little wild and you might not want to see certain things." Brit tells me, getting a giggle from Lisa.

  "Yeah wild I guess is the word for the parties." They both laugh a little more as we continue down the steps. What the hell could be so wild?

  Five

  We end up going out the back door into a large grassy area. You wouldn't expect it to look like this since the front looks almost like a wasteland. Someone has really put in a lot of work to this backyard and it's fenced off. Another thing that I don't expect to see is kids running everywhere. There are other women here maybe three more than I have met before. They have dressed a little less revealing. There is one paired up with Gin one with Merk and one with Jims. They all have their arm around the women standing next to them, well except for Gin that is. His woman seems to be staring daggers in our direction, particularly at Brit. Lish is standing next to her seeming to be whispering something in her ear. They look like a couple high school gossips.

  "Looks like the old ladies are here tonight. Steer clear of those bitches. They think everyone is out to poach their old man." Brit tells me.

  "Well they do have a point but, really, we aren't looking to be old ladies. Perfectly happy with being club whores. Less responsibility that way. We take care of the guys." Lisa says with a smirk. "And they take care of us."

  "True that girl." Brit agrees. "Now let's go get something to eat. I'm sure I'm going to need my energy tonight." She grins.

  The smell of a charcoal grill fills my nose. When was the last time I was at a cookout? The food looks amazing and there is so much of it. Filling a plate I follow the girls and go sit down at one of the many picnic tables and we dig in.

  "You have pretty hair." A little boy about three comes up to me at the table. "It looks just like Belle's. She is in my sister's movie. She's a princess. Are you a princess?" he is so adorable, with chubby cheeks and beautiful blond hair, the bluest eyes, filled with such innocence. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

  "Jason!" a harsh feminine voice yells. "Get over here!" I turn to look and see that it's the blond that was standing next to Gin. His old lady I presume. The little boy doesn't say another word and takes off running for her. When he gets there she greets him with a spanking. And I hear her say to not come over to our table again. Poor kid.

  "Bitch. If she doesn't want her kids around us she shouldn't bring them here." Lisa says getting agreements from the rest of the girls around the table. We were joined by Mandy and Alex shortly after we sat down.

  "How are you doing tonight ladies?" I hear a familiar voice ask from over my shoulder. I turn to see Fuzz standing behind me with a beer in his hand. Looking as handsome as ever. Tonight though it looks like he has just gotten a haircut. His hair was short before but now its neatly trimmed and as always his face is clear of any facial hair.

  "Just fine VP how are you." Mandy purrs.

  "I'm doing good. Old ladies are packing up the kiddos and heading out, time to take the party on inside." He says and the girls get all giggly. "Ellie can I talk to you for a second?" he asks reaching out and squeezing my bare shoulder sending those damn shivers right to places I shouldn't be thinking with.

  "Yes, you can," I answer trying to bypass my suddenly dry throat standing up to go throw my plate away.

  Walking over to the trashcan I catch a conversation around the corner. "Lisha told me you fucked that red headed whore. You remember our deal. It's Lish you get to fuck around with no one else." The female voice snaps.

  "I'm the Pres, you don't get to fucking tell me who I can and can't stick my dick into. Just because you have some lesbian lover thing with Lish doesn't mean I need to. If I want some new pussy I'm going to take it. Lish is a bitch anyway." A voice I recognize as Gin's barks out. "End of fucking story. Now I'm going to go get my kids and say goodbye. Then you are going to get the fuck gone. Because whether you like it or not I'm going to go and get fucking drunk and probably fuck that red headed whore again. Cause damn that pussy is fucking amazing." He says then comes storming around the corner. I quickly throw my plate away and as fast as I can without being seen. Then make my way back to where Fuzz is. I see the pissed off face of Gin's transform into all smiles as he goes to hug the little boy that talked to me earlier. I see the resemblance right away. There is also a little blond girl, maybe five, that goes to hold his hand. She looks more similar to her mother. They walk out of the backyard through a gate on the far side of the building.

  "There you are," Fuzz says then grabs my hand bulling me to his side closer than I normally would get to him. "Let's go, I want to do something." He pulls me through the clubhouse and out to the front where the bikes are lined up. Walking over to a black bike with the skull painted on the tank he grabs a helmet and plunks it onto my head.

  "What are you doing?" I say trying to get the hair out of my face.

  "We are going for a ride. You want to get out don't you?" I guess I do. He doesn't let me answer before grabbing me by the waist and plopping me onto his bike. Then he follows suit swinging his leg over settling in between my legs. "You r
ode with Gin so you shouldn't need much of a lesson. Just hang on sugar." He starts up the bike and we back out of the spot taking off toward the gate where Pot sits wearing his prospect vest opens the gate so we don't even have to slow down.

  We go faster once out on the open road. The wind whips around and if it weren't for the warm weather I would be freezing. Heels aren't ideal bike riding shoes but I make it work perching them on the pegs and applying pressure so they don't slide. Desert is all around us and the land is blank except for a few tumbleweeds and large rocks. We drive for some time until the sun is almost setting. Fuzz pulls off onto a dirt road and drives until we come to a small cluster of trees.

  Parking the bike he shuts it off and flicks the stand. We both get off the bike and he leads me over to a large rock. Sitting down on the rough cool surface he follows and takes a seat next to me. He has on the typical jeans, tee shirt and leather vest all of the guys wear.

  "You look good tonight. Fucken sexy." He smirks. That damn smirk of his is really getting to me.

  "Thanks. So what's up with Gin's wife? She seemed a little..."

  "Bitchy? Yeah, that's Mindy. She wasn't always like that not until Gin started fucking the other club whores. They always had an arrangement, he only fucked around with Lish. Until that got boring for him."

  "Lisha is kind of a bitch too." I laugh out causing him to laugh with me.

  "That she is no argument there. Guess her and Mindy had a thing going on too, probably still do for all I know." We sit there for a bit watching the sun go down. It's nice and I feel comfortable with Fuzz.