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The couple comes out of their front door and waves. Miri, of course, dashes over to speak with them. By the time I get to her, she has told them we are going to move in while our house is being built, and that if they need anything we are happy to help. She even tells them I will cut the front yard for them when it’s needed. I end up nodding along because Miri is so excited I’m not going to dampen her enthusiasm.
Once back at the clubhouse I give Books the news that we will rent the house, and he organizes the monthly rent to be taken out of my salary. He tells me utilities are included in the rent, so just go ahead and live in it until we move into the house on the compound.
I’m excited about it, and more than happy Miri and I are committed to each other. My comment about practicing for kids went down well, and I’m looking forward to practicing in the bedroom, living room, kitchen, well anywhere in the house, basically.
I check in with Bull and I’m not needed for the moment. Miri has headed out to the bed-and-breakfast house, which she is calling the Demon’s Rest for some goddamn reason!
The next two hours I assist Darius at the impound lot. Throwing the last of the shit from the house into a dumpster. Rubbing my hands together once I’ve taken off the thick gloves I’ve been wearing, I look at Darius, who is covered in dust and dirt. “It’s empty at last Darius. But, fuck brother, it’s a mess, and it’s going to take some cleaning.”
“Yeah. But one room at a time, Joker. With nothing literally inside the building, we can start from the basic bones and have it clean before we do anything. I’ve a list ready of what will be needed for the kitchen and bathrooms. We are taking out that large walk-in and turning it into a bathroom. That way, both bedrooms will have their own bathrooms. A shower, sink, and a toilet are all that’s needed, and the units I’m looking at utilize the space perfectly…” Before Darius can continue both our phones ping, meaning we have messages.
Bull: Joker, I need you at the office. We have an influx of calls. I’ve called in Darius and Malik. Don’t waste time, get here ASAP.
Looking at Darius, I smirk when he snaps, “Fuck it, I need to get a shower, but looks like I’ll be working like this for a while.”
“Run home, get showered and changed. I’ll tell Bull, and you make it snappy,” I head out to the office even though I’m carrying dust and dirt. Thankfully, I’m not as bad as Darius.
The next five hours are intense. I’m working at the third station beside Tripp and Jay. Bull is in and out of the office doing whatever he is doing, and I keep Miri informed of what is happening regarding me getting back to the clubhouse. It looks like it’s going to be a long night.
The next day Miri and I take some of our stuff over to the rental house as we intend to move in later today. Miri has been working for three hours, and I have been catching up on sleep. But now we are both in the same place, at the same time, I’m taking her up the compound to check out if she has any weaponry knowledge.
Once the Iron Fallen MC makes a move, I want to know she can defend herself somewhat if it’s needed. I’m sure Cilla, Rory, and Miri will be placed safely in the clubhouse, but you never know what will happen when under attack, and I’d rather Miri be able to do something than nothing at all.
We head to the top of the compound and I’m smirking when Miri keeps telling me she can shoot a weapon. I want to see it for myself and know how accurate she is, or not!
Stopping where there is a shelter we use for this purpose. I lay the carryall with the assorted weapons I’ve brought along for Miri to use. I’ve also brought knives to see if she has an arm for throwing.
I pick up four cans from the pile in the corner of the shelter and walk over to the rail fencing we have ready. Which I can tell you is riddled with bullet holes at this point, and will more than likely need replacing soon.
Laying the cans on the top, I head back to Miri, who has a cheesy grin on her face. “Liam, I told you I know how to shoot.” Picking up a Sig Sauer P365 9mm first, Miri checks it out. “Ten plus one round, right?” Miri asks surprising me by knowing.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Picking up the relevant magazine from the ones I’ve laid out on the table, Miri slides it home, and then takes her place in front of the shelter. Firing four quick shots, she hits every can. I look at her, then smirk. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I blurt out without thinking first. Miri isn’t at all flustered, she winks at me then picks up another weapon after taking out the magazine from the Sig.
The next two hours we fire at intended targets, taking turns and I have to admit this is fuckin’ amazing. My woman can shoot the hair off a donkey’s ass, and she does it calmly with no show of bragging about it.
What surprises me is that she cannot throw a knife in a straight line. She has a superb eye with a weapon, but not an eye at all with the knife. It’s bizarre, but we’ll work on it.
“How about you have one on you, as an in case, if this fuckin’ MC ever comes here. Only use it if they get close and you can’t shoot them. Then you just stab the fuckers with it, how about that?”
Miri giggles, “Okay, I can do that, Liam.”
“Okay, let’s call it a day. You have a busy one tomorrow with the veterans arriving. Let’s go home, have a shower, eat, then hit the sack.”
“Yeah, let’s do that. The last one to the truck buys supper,” Miri shouts as she runs down the compound, laughing her ass off because she’s left me to collect and carry the carryall. No point rushing because she’s fast, and she’s halfway down the compound by now. I’ll have her making up for it later, in the shower. It’s a plan and I’m sticking with it.
Chapter 24
MIRI
Standing in front of the four veterans is a little intimidating. They are all over six feet in height and all built like semi-trucks. “Do you all take steroids and work out fifteen hours a day?” I blurt out before I could stop myself.
The four of them look at each other with a smirk on their faces, but they are gentlemanly, because they don’t comment at my expense.
“Let me introduce everyone properly, Miri. I’m Bastian, this is Parker, Colter, and Land.” Bastian points to each, and I give them a smile and hold out my hand to shake. They each take my hand gently and shake it so carefully that I know these are good men, as far as the treatment of women is concerned.
“I’ve asked you to meet me here because this is the house I picked out for you to live in. It’s a closed bed-and-breakfast, but it’s in good condition, fully furnished, and I’m sure you’ll be comfortable here. If you have any problems with the place let me know and I’ll do what I can to sort them out.” I wait for them to acknowledge what I’ve said, and with the usual nod of the head which most of the brothers at the clubhouse seem to use I grin and lead them inside. “Let’s go into the kitchen because there is a table where we can sit in front of the window. You’ll see how lovely that is with the garden flowering. Oh, if you need a gardener let me know and I’ll put out feelers for one.”
