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“Are you okay, Cilla?” Hot Rod shouts.

I give him a smile as I stand. “I’m good, Hot Rod. I’m going to take a nap.”

“Good idea, Cilla,” Hot Rod replies while still watching me closely. They all watch closely when they know I’ve had what they call an ‘encounter’. It’s heartwarming to know they care and would do anything if needed. Now, I’m going for a nap while I can.

TRACKER

Standing in the shed watching Cap speak to this asshole has been interesting. It appears he wasn’t the woman’s man after all. He is your everyday stalker. Yeah, a fucking asshole who thinks he can follow a woman around until she gives in to him. Well, he’s got another think coming, and I do mean think.

“How long have you been following her?” Cap demands, and the asshole says nothing. He is not helping himself if he pisses Cap off too much. Oh dear, I no sooner thought that before Cap takes out a pair of stainless steel nutcrackers and cracks the knuckle in the asshole's thumb. That’s gotta hurt!

I still watch and listen for a while longer, but it’s not getting us anywhere. He has all his knuckles busted up at this point, and my patience is slowly leaking. “Get what you need and decide if he’s walking out of here, or going in a body bag,” I snarl, and I make sure the asshole hears me.

Rides who had been quietly watching on my right side, steps over to the asshole and whispers something in his ear. The idiot shakes his head, no, and Rides shrugs his shoulders before taking the nut crackers from Cap. He then pulls down the asshole's pants and underwear. Now I’m thinking it’s a good thing we have him strapped to the metal chair, but it has made it harder for Rides to get the man's lower half naked.

Walking away, Rides takes a pair of latex gloves and snaps them on. Turning to me Rides winks, “Don’t want anything nasty touching my hands, Pres.”

I watch calmly as Rides steps back to the man, grabs one of his balls and wraps the nutcracker around it. Now the fucker panics, my stomach lurches which is unusual for me, but fuck, I’ve not seen this done before. The scream from the asshole nearly takes the roof off, right before he passes out.

Rides turns to me and grins, “He’s a dead man walking, Pres. Shall we just get rid of the trash and go have a beer instead of being in here?”

“Do as you like, Rides, have fun. I’m not wasting my time with the asshole. Did anyone find the woman?”

“No. Not a sign as yet, but she’s safe now we’ve got the fucker,” Cap responds as he stands watching the asshole start to come around.

“Deal with him,” I say, and leave them to it. They’ll get rid of him in their own good time. I’m not going to get my hands dirty this time.

Walking into the clubhouse, I enter the common room and see Cilla speaking with Hot Rod. She says she’s going for a nap, but I speak to her before she disappears. “Cilla, did you get the furniture?”

“Oh, hi, Tracker. Not all of it, but a lot. I think you’ll like what I’ve chosen, and I’ve kept it non-girly.” Cilla laughs at her own description, and I roll my eyes, which is a habit we all seem to have caught from her.

Rory walks into the common room from the kitchen area and gives me a smile. “Hello, Tracker.”

“Hi, Rory. I wanted to speak to you about your house.”

“What about my house?”

“If you are not selling and want to rent it, how about letting the club rent it? Any brothers who want time away from the clubhouse can then use it,” I suggest and wait for her reply.

“Well, how about the club buys it and then you can do what you like with it?” Rory counter-offers.

“That would work. Let me speak to Coin and he’ll organize it with you,” I turn to walk away when Cilla speaks.

“Oh, you know the man who Cap was with, Tracker?”

Now, that’s worrying because how the fuck did Cilla know Cap had the man? “Yeah!” I say no more because I’m giving nothing away, especially with Rory standing here.

“He just joined Tank, Bono, and Pyro. Oh, they are giving him a really big welcome.”

I look at Cilla and she’s doing her best not to laugh. I know what welcome he’ll be getting, and I chuckle before bending down and kissing Cilla’s cheek. “Thanks for that, Cilla,” I say with amusement.

“You’re welcome, Tracker.”

Walking into my office, I can’t help but think that another asshole is off the streets, and women are a little safer now than they were this morning.

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