Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

That made sense.

And...

"Maisy," K's voice cut in, brow raised like he noticed I had totally spaced-out. "You alright?"

"My head is spinning," I admitted.

"Okay, here's the plan," he said, tone serious and no-nonsense. I immediately felt some of my anxiety slipping away. "You are going to buck up and you're going to fight for your patch. You've put in the work. Don't you dare give in now. They won't give you one, give them a giant 'fuck you' and move on. You and me, we aren't done just because your trouble is all but a memory. If you're my girl, you're my girl for life. So if this blows up in your face, I'm there. You need to come back to the city and be Maisy, but slightly improved, I'm there. You need to be Maze and start over again somewhere else, I'm there to help you navigate that. You end up falling head-over for that blue-eyed biker of yours and you need someone to walk you down the aisle or be a godfather for your first child, I'm fucking there. Got it?"

I felt my lips curve up as tears stung my eyes. "K..."

"Blink those tears away, love. It's not the time or place. Now, I gotta get going. Stay safe and kick ass, Maisy."

With that, he chucked me under the chin, slapped Repo on the back while whispering something near his ear, shook Reign's hand, and was out the door.

Despite knowing he would always be there for me, I felt a little stabbing in my belly at watching him leave.

Repo walked back toward me then, face a little guarded. "What?" I demanded before he was even within five feet of me. He reached up, scratching his cheek, and gave me a smirk. "So yeah, the men are complaining that all their sheets need cleaning."

"You're serious?" I asked, feeling my mouth hanging open slightly as I looked over at the bar to find a particular group of said men watching me.

"Afraid so, probie."

I felt myself snort, shaking my head, then declaring to the room as a whole, "Wow, it's a good thing I'm back seeing as Duke and Renny seemed to have had all four of their hands amputated while I was busy being hunted and kidnapped and found themselves suddenly incapable of doing your laundry. Can't have you guys rolling around in dirty sheets like a bunch of pigs, now can we?" I asked, giving Reign the saccharine smile he had come to expect whenever I mouthed off. Then jerking my chin up at him when he saluted me with his beer, I made my way toward the hall to go collect the fucking sheets.

And as much as I was annoyed at the current of sexism under the request, it felt good to know that things hadn't changed. I was still just a probate. And I was the first female one to boot. I got ragged on. I got the shitty jobs. I got shit kicked at me then got told to sweep it up because it was stinking up the joint.

There was a certain sort of comfort in that I realized as I shoved the first batch of sheets into the dryer and turned it on before putting another batch in the washer, adding detergent, and flicking that on as well.

"You didn't get the sheets off my bed," Repo's voice said from behind my shoulder as his hand slid around my belly.

"Whatever I am to you, Rye, I'm not your fucking maid."

"It's only fair," he said, nipping into my earlobe and sending a rush of wet between my thighs.

"How is it fair?"

"We're both going to be participating in dirtying them up."

"Gee, I dunno what you think, Mr. Boss Man Biker. But I'm just a lowly probate. I sleep in a bunk bed in a cold basement like a hated third cousin showing up for Christmas uninvited."

"Like fuck. You'll do what you need to do when someone needs you to do it, but when you're sleeping, you're doing that shit in my bed next to me," he declared, his hand moving under the waistband of my jeans and stroking me over the material of my panties, finding my clit easily and pulsing his fingertip against it. "Got it?" he asked, his finger sliding under my panties and plunging inside me.

I held back a groan, my head falling onto his shoulder as I took a deep breath. "Fine, bring down your sheets."

"But first this," he said, finger raking over my G-spot.

Then we added the laundry room to our long list of places we had amazing, wild, inventive, amazing, perfect sex.EpilogueMaze

3 Months-"This is complete and utter bullshit," I shrieked to the whole group of them at large as I watched Duke and Renny stand with them, patches in hands.

Three months. Three extra fucking months of waiting on them hand and foot, cooking for them, cleaning their sheets, fetching drinks, washing bikes... all for nothing.