Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

Repo exhaled a loud sigh, shaking his head. "Well this asshole brought you some food," he said, waving a plate I hadn't noticed him holding outward. "So you can go ahead and sit up there and starve to prove some asinine point or you can hop down and get something in your stomach so you don't fucking pass out again."

"Did you cook for Duke, Renny, and the assholes too?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Repo shook his head, looking back over his shoulder for a minute before tilting his head to look up at me again. "Maze, can we just... fucking not do this? You're pissed at me. I get it. Hell, I probably deserve it. But do you really have to throw it in my face anytime I do something halfway decent?"

"Tell you what," I said, my words way harsher than they needed to be given that he was, yet again, being a good guy, "you keep your fucking hands off me and we won't have a problem."

"Fair enough," he said after a long pause as he bent to put the plate down on the ground before turning and walking away from me.

I gave it about two minutes after he disappeared inside the compound before I climbed down and dug into the freaking perfect, fluffy omelet stuffed with tomatoes, spinach, onions, mushrooms, bacon, and cheddar cheese.

So he was a gold-medal kisser, a caretaker, a verifiable badass biker, an all-around good guy... and he could cook?

Great.

That was just fantastic.SevenMazeExactly one week later, The Henchmen were having some kind of giant BBQ. As such, the night before, the members got a real kick out of running all of us probates freaking ragged. We cleaned. We cooked. We set up tables. We ran to the food store. We stocked the back bar. We washed the sheets to all the beds because all the patched brothers knew they would be way too wasted to drive themselves home afterward.

By the time the darkness came down, we were bone tired. Moose and Fox had gone down to bed before anyone else could demand anything of them. I was still in the great room with a bottle of Pledge and the orders to make every single wood surface shiny enough to see a reflection in. This order came from some jackass named Murry who was old enough to be my grandfather and a real mean son of a bitch. But it was an order from a patched member and I had to do what I was told.

Cash, Wolf, Repo, and Reign were all gathered at the bar, sharing a round of beers and bullshitting when the back door flew open and Renny came in, his usually open and smiling face set in hard lines, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

Duke was on his heels, his hair free, his entire body practically sparking with anger. "We're not done, mother fucker," he shouted, the sound so unexpected and loud that I actually dropped the bottle of Pledge as I turned and pressed back against the wall just in time to see Renny whip around and land a right hook to Duke's jaw.

The patched members started hollering, clapping, smiling, cheering it on as Duke plowed into Renny bodily, sending them both flying, landing hard on the coffee table that gave way under their weight and crashed to the floor.

I just stood there completely dumbfounded.

From what I had seen over the past few weeks, Duke and Renny got along. Well, as well as anyone got along with Duke. He wasn't exactly the kind to sit around and crack jokes and bullshit. But he was friendly enough to me and Renny. I'd certainly never seen even a hint of animosity between the two of them.

But Duke was, quite plainly, pissed. It was in the tightness of his movements, the way he was holding nothing back despite outweighing Renny by a good fifty pounds of solid muscle. To his credit, Renny was fast and scrappy. He took his blows with grunts then slipped away before another could be landed. He looked a little bit like a punching bag, but he had gotten some good shots in himself which impressed the hell out of me.

They both crashed to the floor again, both fighting for dominance as they kept throwing furious fists.

I looked across the room to Repo who caught my eye and raised a brow. I held my arms up at my sides, a silent 'are you going to do anything about this?' To that, he only shook his head and turned back to watch the show.

Alright. So I knew it technically wasn't my place. First, because it was a source of entertainment for the patched members. Second, because it was really none of my business. And third because it was probably stupid to wade into a fight between two worthy opponents. But the fact of the matter was, I liked the both of them. They were good buffers between me and the douchebag brothers. I didn't want one of them heading to the hospital or getting kicked out over what I was sure was some nonsense.