The Bridge - Ch 22 Becky on Board

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Two - Becky the Biker

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Chapter 22 - Becky the Biker

When we left Becky Gaffney behind at Bridge House, she seemed to be in much better spirits. Nevertheless, she was a bit off kilter. A few cards short of a full deck. I wanted to get home to the babies, so I was impatient. So, to keep my mind busy, I called Gloria, knowing she'd be in a tizzy because she hadn't heard from the piece of shit we just chased out of Reading. But I'm going to be a good friend and check up on her. "Call Gloria Tuttlehill."

"Hellooo."

"Glorious."

"Hannah. How is my Hannah?"

"Well, and you?"

"Getting close. You know."

"You bet I do."

"How's work?"

"Oh, you know, the usual mundane stuff, just more of it. Fortunately, I have people to make the little decisions for me and I only have to make the big ones. The unfortunate part is that I have to make the big ones."

"Oh, Problems?"

"Nah, just growing pains. We're really doing great, and all three launches went on without a hitch and we're almost making money already."

"Good thing you've got deep pockets, Han."

"I also have rich friends I can go begging to."

"Never beg, Hannah. Ask and you shall receive."

"I love you Glorious."

"Love you too."

"So, tell me, is he kicking up a storm?"

"He's a real Wildman. He wants out."

"Well good. The more they kick and make themselves a pain in the ass, the healthier they are. Just think of what it might be like having two babies in there doing what that one little man is doing."

"Lord have mercy."

"Oh yeah. To me, every day is liberation day. And when Doc Rubin tied my tubes, it marked the end of my enslavement to reproduction."

"Come on, Han. You could have had another five."

"Mercy. Five. Already got five. That's more than enough, thank you."

"Still getting tired, Han?"

"Every day. But I'm exercising and trying to fight it. While you're pregnant give in to it. For your own sake and that of the baby. Focus on having the most relaxing days you can. I know that sounds stupid as you walk around carrying an undelivered human, but it gets worse till it gets better. Mother of two, you should know that."

"This one's different, Han."

"Oh. Cause of the father?"

"I think more because of the size. Thank God I'm sectioning. This baby would take out my vagina forever. So, see ya at the section."

"Well, I'll certainly see you before then."

"I hope so."

"Glor, let me go. We're almost home and I've got to get right to the twins."

"Go. Full report tomorrow. Check in?"

"Who knows? Maybe a visit. Is tomorrow a swim day?"

"I think it is. It always is for Harry."

"Alright, we'll play it out."

When we got home, the kids were out watching the construction of the addition. Mac was out there explaining some things and Celeste had her own set of the plans for 'her' addition. The addition that we all hope will take her to the Olympics. She had them out and as Mac was explaining, Celeste was pointing things out on the plans. Instead of going right into the house, we walked over to where the kids were, and I noticed something. Mac's truck was parked in Bertha's driveway as usual, but there was something different about it. Instead of saying Carpentry by Mac, it says 'MacGregor & Daughter.' I was pleased. Very pleased. Lizzie would absolutely love it.

When we got home, the kids were just getting in from school. So, before I even went up to see the twins, I got them snacked up and into their reading time. Then I wanted to go up and see my little ones. Becca had Dina sucking down a bottle that was thickened with cereal. Aggie was just getting Little Duane ready to feed, and when she saw me, she heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, Hannah, I'm so glad to see you. Can you get that boy ready for the bottle?"

"No. No, Aggie, I'm done. I'm putting my foot down and if he has to scream all day, he better take that fuckin' bottle. My tits are done. God, I think he broke them. Ladies, I'm home the next couple of days and we are going to get this child unbreasted. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," they said in unison.

I took the screaming Duane from Aggie and grabbed the bottle and sat down on the lounge chair. I stuck that bottle between those tiny little lips of his and said in the sweetest voice I could muster, "Little man. My sweet little man. Take your bottle for me like a man. Be your mommy's best little boy and take your bottle. No more tits, my darling Little Duane. And he did it. He sucked that bottle down like a champ. And when it was finished, he went back to crying. "Aggie. Can you warm me another bottle?"

"Got one ready, Miss Hannah. When I saw the way he was suckin', I just knew one wouldn't be enough."

"Excellent. You're learning a lot about motherhood around here. You do a great job with the kids and they love you. The skills you have learned from Bertha and the rest of the staff around here. I can't imagine how much you've learned from Becca here."

"Becca's amazing. When I ask her a question, she knows every answer. She knows so much about babies and kids, and did you ever see the way she treats our kids? It's a wonderful thing. Just wonderful."

"Thanks, Aggie. It's you who have been wonderful to me."

"It's my total joy,"

"Good. The most important thing in my home is that the people in it are happy. All the people."

Then my supercell buzzed in. I walked toward the office and answered.

"Hannah Todd."

"Hannah, Rhee."

"What's up Rhee?"

"They are going to bury their dead on Tuesday. Quay Wilkes will be highlighted because of his prominent position in the club and the respect in the biker world for him as a roughneck and a tough enforcer. Services will be held at The Law Funeral Home, in Monroeville, where the club is. Set to start there at eleven, to be followed by an endless procession of bikes to the cemetery. After the cemetery, the club will probably adjourn to the clubhouse and allow nobody but club members in. I believe our little Miss Gaffney will be an exception to that. In fact, I'm going to make a very strong recommendation that you have her contact her people at the club and let them know she is coming. I expect they will treat her and her party like royalty."

"Ya know what I'm gonna do. I think tomorrow I will snatch her up from the Bridge and bring her here. I'll get my dresser to bring over some things so she'll have something right for the funeral. Something sophisticated. Something she can go to a funeral in on the back of a chopper. Yeah, that's it. I'll bring her here. Me, her and Lizzie in the hot tub and we'll get her real relaxed."

"I could use that myself."

"What I wouldn't give to have Rhee Spanner, Lizzie, and me in a hot tub. That's worth the big bucks."

"Not for you, my Hannah. For you, I give it away. In fact, when you are totally finished with Makoo, I'm going to come up to your neck of the woods and spend the night. Then we'll see about that hot tub."

"Fits six, Rhee."

"We'll see."

"Alright, let me go. Lots to do in two days."

Rhee got off and my head spun. Lots to do. Call Duane first.

"Call Royce Field Services."

"Royce Field Services, this is Tilly, how may I help you?"

"Tilly, it's Hannah, my dear. How are you?"

"F-f-fine, Miss Todd."

"I need Mr. Royce, ASAP."

"Please hold, ma'am. I'll get him immediately."

"Thank you, Tilly."

"What's up beautiful?"

"I love it when you lie to me. It gets me hot."

"Stop it. What's up?"

"Funeral is Thursday. We're going. I want someone to bring two big motorcycles, the kind that still use gas, and I want to take the helicopter to where they are and ride in on the back of a chopper with my girl on the other one. I want to take Ronnie, if he rides. Two black men with two white women. Keep it uniform. Can you make that happen?"

"I can, but it's not enough to make me say yes. I'm going to want a lot more resources when I go driving through the midst of hundreds of badass bikers lookin' at me like they want to kill me and take my woman."

"What will it take?"

"I want twenty operators on the ground and air support via drones. We have plenty of time to have a couple of the guys drive two big bikes to Pittsburgh for us to use."

"And that's with me on the back of a bike with you and Becky on the back of Ronnie's bike."

"Deal. I'll start working on it. We can take the Bell 470. It can hold a pilot plus six and it's pretty comfortable. We'll get there in a couple of hours. Tomorrow I will send a couple of RFS guys out there on the bikes and have them get a lay of the land. You take care of the Gaffney girl and I'll take care of this end. Are you going to have her call them to let them know we're coming?"

"Yes. Absolutely. I think she'll want to, and I'll be with her when she does it. We don't want any surprises."

"Certainly not. Just tread softly with that one."

"That is my intent. See ya tonight, lover. Love you."

"Love you too, my queen."

"Ah, you're just trying to get on my good side. If you really want to stay on my good side, come home and let me suck that big dick of yours."

"Do you have a serious bone in your body?"

"I do. My funny bone."

"See you later you sexy thing."

"Call Lu Como."

"Como."

"Lu, it's Hannah. How's our girl doing?"

"Surprisingly well. I think once we got past that first forty-eight hours, she kind of woke up and joined the world. Everything fascinates her. She lived a very simple life with the bikers when she was with them and she was satisfied with that. When she was abducted, she was deprived, mistreated and abused, the poor little thing. And she's so sweet, Hannah. You wouldn't know that she fell in love with a six-foot four black biker who would thrash anyone who was anything but nice and respectful to her. And when Becky was with Quay, nobody was disrespectful to her."

"Lu, the funeral of her great love is Thursday, and I plan to take her there."

"Yourself?"

"Of course. This job is one for the boss. I also want to have her picked up and brought here to my place until we go to Pittsburgh."

"I'll call Bridge House and have them release her to your care. Think you can handle her?"

"Oh, she wouldn't be the toughest customer I've run across. I've got, like, eight inches on her and I have a mean right cross."

"So I've heard."

"Is there anything I should know regarding her care and handling?"

"Well, I've got her on something for depression and anxiety, but it really won't kick in for a while. I also have her on a drug to lessen the addictive feelings from the methamphetamines they had her on."

"Poor girl. They got her addicted?"

"Not the bikers. The animal who abducted her. She told me that the Soul Riders smoke lots of cannabis and deal in a little hard drugs, but they don't take them. Against club rules. Toothy would never allow it."

"Toothy?"

"Toothy Grimm, the head of the club. She said he rules with an iron fist and that was backed up by the true iron fist of Quay Wilkes. If you get Toothy's approval, you're in. Okay? Let me go. Call me if there is a panic. I'll make sure I am available to you by phone on Thursday, if you need me."

"Thanks, Lu. Take care. I'm sure I will fill her chart with notes when we get back. Oh, how are we doing with the place in Maryland?"

"Just waiting for a date when we can get her in. Certainly, in the next couple of weeks."

"Excellent. That provides me with a deadline for a project I'm working on and a couple weeks would be perfect. Be well, Lu. I'll call you after the funeral and she will be back in your care by Friday."

"Will I be checking on her at the Bridge or at your house?"

"My house, I believe. I think Miss Gaffney and I have some bonding to do."

"I approve. Good luck with it all."

Caroline, I need Caroline. "Call Caroline."

"Yes, Miss Todd?"

"Where are you right now, Caroline."

"I'm with your two big ones and Mac by the construction."

"I don't know what it is with the construction that everyone is finding so fascinating. Caroline, is there anyone around who could sit in for you? I need you."

"I'll make it happen and be right in."

Three minutes later, Caroline walked in through the kitchen door where I was having yet another cup of coffee. "Car, do you know who is down at Bridge House with Becky Gaffney right now?"

"Yeah, Avi's down there. He enjoys going to the Bridge. I think he's sweet on the administrator gal."

"Who, Missy? Avi's sweet on Missy? If I tell her, it will rock her world. I don't think my dear Missy has had a proper suitor in quite some time. I'd love to see that connection happen. Keep an eye on them for me, and I'll try to get Avi down to the Bridge a little more often."

"You are at least the world's greatest boss."

"Yeah, I think one of my coffee mugs says that."

"I mean it. I couldn't imagine working for anyone else. You are my employment dream come true."

"Well, maybe I'm gonna throw a little wrinkle in your dream. I want you to go down to Bridge and pick up Becky Gaffney. Take whoever is around with you. I want Avi to stay at Bridge for another night. Tell him I want him to be observant and make sure nobody has been watching. He'll know what to do. Nobody's better at that stuff than Avi."

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want me to bring her here?"

"Right here in this kitchen. When Duane Royce comes rolling into this house, I want him to see Becky Gafney sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm on it. I'll let you know when I'm fifteen minutes out."

"Excellent. Car. Be extra gentle with her. She is like a small child next to you. Please be sensitive to that. She may be uncomfortable moving again. If she gives you any resistance, tell her it is to get her one step closer to going to Quay's funeral. That will slow her roll."

"See you soon. Drive carefully. Take the Lincoln."

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll be taking Alec with me."

"Good choice. Let him drive."

"Do I have to, ma'am?"

"Let him drive. I want your arms around Becky Gaffney."

"Yes, ma'am. That's why you're the queen."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Your wisdom. It's so far beyond your years."

"Thank you, Caroline. It's nice to know I'm appreciated."

"Oh, more than any of us could ever express."

And off she went.

While we spoke, the kids were eating. Holly and Celeste got home from swimming and everyone was chowing down. Holly was manning the kitchen while Bertha was upstairs in the nursery giving little Ellie her bottle. Once she puts her down, she'll be back in the kitchen again and Becca will take over.

Duane's home... finally. And not really happy about our guest. But being my dearest man, he allowed me to convince him she needed some time with us before we all attend that funeral. He didn't like that very much, but I was going to get my helicopter ride to Pittsburgh and my motorcycle ride to the funeral, and so was she.

Tonight, once the kids go upstairs, they are not coming down. Nothing unusual, but tonight we are having a very different kind of visitor. One I will step lightly around. I think I may introduce her to Holly, another victim of abuse. Who knows? But I know I want to get her into the hot tub tonight. Maybe go out to the sunroom and smoke a joint. I'm sure she'd like that.

After dinner, bath time, tablet time and bedtime. I needed a spare room tonight, so I put Georgia in with Celeste so I could have her room available for Becky. Peach never had a problem with that. And it didn't matter much. Their tablet time was short, and they were out like a light.

It took Caroline a bit longer than she had planned to get out of Bridge House with Becky because there were so many people Becky wanted to say goodbye to. They had all been so helpful. I'm glad she'd have good memories of the Bridge. Wonderful memories are something we have to build in her to push out some of the bad ones.

Bertha and Mac were upstairs wrapping up Ellie to go home when Caroline arrived with Becky. They came in through the kitchen door, but from the minute she crossed the threshold, Becky Gaffney was agog. Her eyes were wide open and her jaw dropped as she looked around at the opulence that was my home. She turned around and looked at everything. And then she looked at me. It appeared she wanted to say something, but nothing would come out.

Then Mac and Bertha came through on their way out with Ellie. I gave them the usual hugs and kisses and off they went, while Caroline and Becky looked on, silently.

"Who's in the room tonight, Caroline?"

"I believe it's Danny." The TV in the kitchen has a link to The Closet, so I called up to Danny.

"Dan, how many people we have on tonight?"

"Five 'ma'am. Not including me."

"Fine. Report in that I am taking Caroline off line for now. I have a specific job she is doing for me right now. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll pass it down the channels."

"Excellent. And if Mr. Royce has any problems with it, he knows where to find me."

I hung up and looked over at the ladies, who were still a bit dumbfounded.

"Alright ladies. The sun is down. What will it be, red or white?"

"I can have wine?" Becky asks.

"Do you want wine?"

"Sure. I ain't had wine since the Riders. Malcolm never let me drink, just pumped me full of meth and occasionally coke. And if I was a good girl, he'd let me share a joint with another good girl."

"Caroline, you are off duty, and your boss says you must drink with us."

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want me to go downstairs and pick a bottle?"

"I do. Becky, do you have a preference?"

"Nope. But I've always been partial to Rose'."

"Caroline, bring us up a nice Rose' and meet us out in the sunroom. And grab something herbal as well. Ready to go."

"Yes, ma'am."

She was so adorable, and so tiny. Not even five feet. And her hair was like a flag. Of all the things that people did to fuck her up, they did nothing to ruin her flowing red hair. It wasn't like auburn, and it wasn't that bright orange look. It was a nice strawberry color. She had a trail of freckles that ran from her cheeks over her nose. She looked like a little girl, although she was over twenty-one, and the only thing to set that off was the nose ring she wore.

We sat out on the sunporch drinking wine and talking about all sorts of things. Caroline was good company, but did not add much. She saw I was on a mission and did what she could to give me support. We were almost finished the bottle of wine when I suggested we go down to the Greenhouse and smoke the joint. I told Caroline if she was uncomfortable with that, she could take a pass.

"The hell with that. I'm off duty. Light that sucker."

And we went out to the Greenhouse and lit that joint up and smoked it to the end. I think Becky was more fascinated with the Greenhouse than the house. The hydroponics blew her mind. And when I showed her the patch where we grew our only little pot plants, she was duly impressed with the girls.

By this time, it was between nine-thirty and ten and I suggested to the ladies that we go up and take advantage of the hot tub.

"I've never been in a hot tub before." Becky says.

"Well, you're gonna love mine. Come on."

And we all trooped upstairs and Duane was just coming out of our bedroom in his pajamas. He was very embarrassed that one of his employees saw him running around in his pajamas. Jesus, what a prude. I told him we would be hot tubbing, and he said that it was fine with him and he'd be in the office trying to keep his new company afloat.

I ran the tub and as the water started to flow my supercell buzzed in. It was my designer. The one who makes me look special when I need to. She controls the hair, the makeup, the clothes. I don't have time to worry about that shit. That's what she does.

"Hannah, it's Flora. I got your message. What sizes is she?"

"My guess is she's a zero. She couldn't weigh a hundred pounds and she's less than five feet tall."

"Blonde, brunette or redhead?"

"She's a definite redhead, Flor. But this is for a funeral. Something black. Not sexy, more sophisticated. I want her to be dressed to impress. But subdued and definitely black. In a sense, she is the widow and we should treat her as such."

"Got it. When do you want me?"

"I want to see some clothes that will fit her tomorrow, and I want hair and makeup here first thing Thursday. Like seven."

"Done and done."

---------------------------------------------------

"Miss Todd?"

"Hannah, always Hannah, Becky."

"Miss Hannah. Why? Why are you doing this all for me?"

"Because there's something special about you, Becky Gaffney, and the sooner you learn that the better."

"Nah. I'm just some turned out biker bitch from Pittsburgh."

"Becky. We have much work to do, you and I. We're going to this funeral together and when it's over we are coming back here for a little while and I'm going to give you an opportunity you may or may not want to take. After that, we'll be sending you off to a nice quiet place where they can help you feel better. And then when you are done there, you can do whatever you want. I will make sure of that."

"How can you do all these things? You just do whatever you want?"

"Pretty much. Money has a way of being able to grease those wheels."

"So I've heard."

"Ya heard right... Becky, the man that abducted you and who has abused you these past years is number one on my hit list. And front and center on my shit list."

"Well, I'd like to kill the son of a bitch." Becky says.

"Becky, would you really like to kill him?"

"Take a twelve gauge and blow his dick off."

"If I gave you that opportunity, would you take it?"

"What do you mean, you're not sayin'..."

And I just nodded my head and looked over at Caroline and she was nodding her head too.

"No."

"Yep."

"That motherfucker killed my Quay. I'd blow him away in a New York minute."

"Alright then. You'll probably have to hold that thought for a week or two, but there's a way I can help with that."

"Oh?"

"You'll see."

"Miss Gaffney, don't doubt that for a minute." Caroline said. "Nobody fucks with our people and do you know what Miss Todd just said?"

"I think so."

"It means you are one of our people and I assure you she takes that very seriously."

"Wow. You are one badass chick."

"So I've been told."

"You're coming with me to the funeral?"

"I am. You shouldn't have to face this alone. You should have a friend there to hold your hand."

"Thank you, but the Riders will be there, and they are all my friends."

"Becky, they will not understand what you have been through and what it has done to you. You need rest and therapy for a while before you can finally return to your real life. Even if that's with the Soul Riders. So, we'll take you to the funeral, bring you back here, take care of business, and then send you off for a nice rest. Clean out your system, get you clean and sober and send you off to live a good life."

"Why would you do this for me? I..."

"Becky, here we sit, three very different naked women in a hot tub talking about murder and redemption. We are going to do some things that you will get to observe and I believe that will help you move forward toward joining us in a healthy place in this world. I can assure you it won't be pretty, but I think it's gotta be done.

"If you think so."

"I do. And you, as Quay's representative, will get to play your part."

"I'd do anything for Quay."

"Caroline, I want you to do something for me tomorrow morning."

"Anything, boss. Name it."

"I want to cage Makoo tomorrow night. If we have to bust into the house where he is staying, I want to do it. But if we can catch him on the road, all the better."

"I'll talk to Mr. Royce in the morning and we will rally the squad."

"Squad?" Becky inquired.

"A very special group of people that, shall we say, gets the job done for me. They are my special team and you will get to work with them."

"Wow. Really?"

"Yepper. Caroline, let Mr. Royce know I want the troops to meet with me in the Greenhouse at noon tomorrow. That's when we will hatch the plan to introduce Mr. Makoo to the CockMate."

"What's CockMate?"

"It's a device to lock his dick up."

"You can do that?"

"I can, and you're gonna watch."

"Can I? That would be great. Is that when I get to kill him?"

"Oh no, Becky. We need to let him suffer a bit. You'll see. Do you trust me?"

"How can I not?"

"Then just hang in. This is Hannah-therapy. It works wonders, you'll see." And I turned to Caroline.

"Caroline, a lot of this is gonna be on you and Alec to pull together. Keep Herman in the loop as well. This is his kind of operation. Duane and Ronnie and I will be accompanying Miss Gaffney to the funeral."

"Consider it done, boss."

"Good. Let's get out of here. The water is getting cold, and I want to go see my babies before I tumble into bed with Mr. Royce."

"Babies?"

"Yes, Becky, I have twins as well as a five and a seven-year-old."

"Wow. You are lucky."

"Yeah. Try carrying twins for nine months and saying that. Wanna see 'em?"

"Could I?"

"Sure." We jumped out of the tub and dried off. Caroline was texting away when I asked her that while she was texting to let the guys know about tomorrow morning.

She hit a button on her supercell and hit send and said, "Done."

"See Becky. That's the kind of work my people do. By the time I ask them to do it, the job is already done. Thanks Car."

"Always a pleasure, boss."

Becky was so much tinier than the rest of us. I had to give her a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants that were Celeste's. Note to self: Call the designer first thing and have her bring casual clothes for Becky. Once I got her dressed, we went to the nursery, where Becca was sleeping on the daybed and the kids were restfully sleeping in the dim light.

"They're beautiful. I can't believe they're twins." She whispers.

"Yeah, he's so much bigger than her. But if you look closely, they both look like their father. And, him, he's just like his father. Always on my tit."

She giggles. "That's funny."

"Oh yeah, let that little man suck on your tits for six months and let me know how you feel then."

"I would love a baby. One that looks just like yours."

Dina fussed, and I picked her up to smell her bottom. She was neither wet nor soiled. Becky watched as I lifted her out of the crib and put her on my shoulder and rocked her. She put her hand out to touch her and I told her it would be okay.

"Can I hold her?"

"She's still pretty young, but if you're careful, that's okay with me. Her name is Dina, but we call her Diva, because she is one."

So, I handed her my little Dina, and she cradled her in her arms and rocked her. She hummed and smiled and tried her best to remember the tunes babies like to hear. When I took her back and put her in her crib, she just hunkered down and back to sleep she went.

"What do we do now, Miss Hannah?"

"Now we go to bed. I've got you in Cee Cee's room. Come on."

I took her to the room of a little girl with obvious interests. She marveled as she looked around as she had in every room of the house she entered. She picked up the framed picture of Holly and Celeste that was on the dresser and looked at me. "God, I wish I could have had a mom like that."

"She's a great mom and a great wife."

"Oh, who is she married to?"

"Me."

"You?"

"Yeah. Three years now. It's a long story. We'll talk about it another time."

She looked at the poster of Harriet Tuttlehill jumping into the pool to swim yet another race. There were other swimming pictures, mostly Celeste with her swim team or doing something or another at or in the pool. And of course, her ribbons, medals and trophies.

"The girl whose room this is really is into swimming."

"Yeah, that's Holly's daughter. She loves swimming and gets to swim with her idol every week."

"Oh, who's that?"

And I pointed to the poster. "That's Harriet Tuttlehill, a friend, neighbor and future Olympian. We're expecting her to swim next year in the Olympic games in Mexico."

"Wow. Everything about you is amazing."

"Not everything. If you are around here long enough, you'll find that out. Let's talk about tomorrow, Becky."

"Okay."

I sat on Celeste's desk chair, and she sat on the bed. "Tomorrow, my designer is coming by and we are going to fit you for something worthy of a widow at the funeral of a man who was a big fucking deal."

"Damn straight."

"I'm also having her bring a few things for you so you'll have what to wear while you're away. And I'm going to want you to call the gang to let them know you will be coming to the funeral."

"You would let me do that? Ain't you worried? I thought we'd just sneak in and hang in the back."

"Always concerned, but never worried. I have a feeling when they hear that little voice of yours it's gonna open doors."

"I can call tonight. There's always someone up and around at the clubhouse, and Toothy never sleeps anyway."

"Let's go to the communications center and give him a call, then."

"Okay, but I have to ask for Cassy, 'cause you can never call Tooth directly. He's like that. But I think when he hears it's me, he'll take the call."

"Alright, let's do it. Becky, I want you to let him know that you have powerful friends who are looking after you and protecting you now, and they will be escorting you to the funeral. And let them know there are things you need to do now to make you whole and help you move on. You will be out of touch for a time, but in the end, you will see them and make your own kind of peace. And Becky, don't be afraid to let them know I am on the call as well."

I put the phone in the video conference room on speaker. Yet another room that blew Becky's mind. She picked up the touchpad and plugged in a phone number.

"Soul Riders. Who the fuck is this and what are you doing calling at this hour?"

"Jingo, is that you?"

"Yeah. Is that you Tiny?"

"Yeah, I called to talk to Toothy. Is Cass around?"

"Are you coming to the funeral?"

"I gotta tell Toothy first, Jing."

"I dig it. Let me see if I can find the Prez."

We waited for about a minute and the phone picked up. But it was a woman's voice.

"Tiny? Is that you?"

"Yes Cassie. I have to talk to Toothy."

"Jingo's getting him, but when he said you were on the phone, I just had to jump on. Everyone in the club has been worried sick about you. And we are all devastated by Quay's loss."

"Please stop, Cass, you're making me cry."

"I'm sorry. Hang on Tiny, here comes Toothy."

"Thanks, Cassie. I love you."

"I love you too, Tiny."

Seconds later, a very masculine baritone came on the phone. "Tiny. Is this our Tiny?"

"Yeah Toothy. I want to come to the funeral. Is it okay?" Becky said with tears in her eyes.

"Okay? You better come. Don't you know you are the closest thing Quay had to a widow? After you were taken, he fell into a deep depression. He offered a big reward and nobody wanted to go near him. His mood was so foul. Oh, he had himself lots of ass during those three years, but never an old lady. Not since you. And the same day he found out where you were, he went to get you. He never stopped loving you, Tiny. I'll send some of the boys out to fetch you if you need."

What were wet eyes turned out to be a waterfall down her face. I went through two handkerchiefs during that call. We held hands a lot.

"Tooth, I've been blessed to have been befriended by very powerful people who want me to tell you they are looking after me and they will be escorting me to the funeral. After that, I'll have to leave because I'm going somewhere to get better."

"Well, little girl. You do what you gotta do. Tell your powerful friends that when they are escorting you, they will have clear passage and full rights and respect. They have nothing to fear here. How many will there be?"

I tapped her arm and put up four fingers.

"Four of us."

And I whisper, "Two men, two women."

"It will be two men and one other woman."

"Do they know they will find themselves in the belly of the beast?"

"Tooth, I've learned a little about these people. The belly of the beast is where they live. They are a real bunch of badasses, but they don't toot their horns. I think you'd like 'em."

"Well, it looks like we're gonna find out. You tell them we will have a procession from the funeral home to the cemetery with all seven caskets. Everyone's gettin' buried, but we'll be saying our piece over Quay's grave. And there will be a place for you and your party. They have nothing to fear in Western PA. We will ensure their safety."

"I get the feeling they do a pretty good job of that themselves. You'll see. I can't wait for you to meet them. And, Toothy, I can't wait to see you and Cass."

"We'll be looking for you. As you get close, the escort will be waiting for you. What kind of vehicle will you be in, an armored car?"

"No, silly." And she looked at me with a quizzical gaze.

I put my hands up in the air and made like they were on the handlebars of a chopper.

"We're comin' on bikes, Toothy."

"Quay would have liked that."

"Quay deserves it."

"Alright, little girl. I'll see you Thursday. And tell your powerful friends thank you from the Soul Riders."

"I will Toothy. Kiss Cassy for me."

"For you, Tiny, I'll give her a good one up the old hoo hah."

"You do that Toothy. I love you."

"Love you too, Tiny."

"Tiny?"

That was the name Toothy gave me when I joined the club. If you ever saw Quay and me standing next to each other, you'd know why."

"How tall was he, Becky?"

"I don't know, about six foot five."

"I know how that is. Got one of them myself."

"Proportional, I'm sure."

"Extra-proportional."

"Good for you."

"How long were you two together before you were kidnapped?

"Three years. Three wonderful years."

"The sex?"

"Miss Hannah, the sex with Quay was like nothing I've ever experienced before or after. I could never have sex again and live on my memories of my time with Quay."

"Becky, that's incredibly romantic."

"That's how I feel when I think about Quay, something I never stopped doing. It was always my goal to break free and run back to Quay, but Master Malcolm kept too firm a grip on me."

"Yeah, he has a way of doing that."

"No, not me. I wasn't one of his willing slaves. He used to dress me up like a child and rape me repeatedly. He even had my pubic hair lasered off so it would never grow back. I miss my little red pussy patch. Quay used to shave it into a heart shape to express his love for me. He was so romantic for such a big lug."

"Well, tomorrow we will get you all fitted and Thursday we're off to Pittsburgh."

"Monroeville. The club is in Monroeville."

"Yes, you're right. And so is the funeral home. Travel plans are all arranged, I believe, and like I said, you will be riding on the back of a chopper. Like the biker babe you are."

"Please let me eat your pussy or something. I have to do something to pay you back for all you are doing. It must be costing you a mint."

"Becky, please don't think of such things. If it takes a mint, I've got hundreds. Whatever it takes to make you whole is what I am in for. Thursday is just the first step."

"What a total badass you are!"

"If you want to know what a badass I am, wait till Thursday. You'll see."

I tucked her in like she was one of my children. Even kissing her on the forehead. I crawled into bed with Duane in my room, and I was ready to just zonk out.

Duane was laying there, but he was ready to pick a fight. He didn't like the Pittsburgh plan so much, especially when I told him I only wanted a half dozen of our people in the crowd. Thankfully, he is the calm and sensible man I love and he didn't go too wild. He even thought he was winning the day until I told him I heard the conversation between Becky and the Soul Riders' president. I knew we'd be fine. I just had to persuade him. And a blow job just won't do it. He didn't get one anyway, and we went to sleep-back to back.