*Walkin’ into the kitchen the next mornin’ I don’t see Ella anywhere “Maggie, you seen Ella” she shakes her head“No, not this morning, why?”“No reason,” she narrows her eyes at me“What did you do?” I hold my hands up“Nothin’ I swear.”“I mean it Blaze, that women is still in mourning, so don’t go doing anything stupid” I grab a coffee and face Maggie wanting to reassure her“Maggie, I swear, I won’t hurt her.”“You better not,” she warns me, and I go over and sit at the tableAfter breakfast, I head over to the Den to go over the week's rosters with Tiny and Cookie “So, I seen you and Ella head upstairs last night” he says wigglin’ his eyebrows at me“And”“Blaze,” Tiny says, and I look at him“What?”“You know she’s still mouring man, what the fuck are you doin’?” he asks me“For both of your information, she was embarrassed by all the guys fuckin’, so I took her up to my room, and we played cards all night.”“Cards,” they both say with the look of ‘yeah right.’“Yes, cards!”“Nothing sexual?” Cookie asks pretendin’ to make out with himself“You’re a fuckhead,” I tell him and look at Tiny “nothin’ happened,” I tell him, and he nods“You were just bein’ friendly huh,” he says“Shut the fuck up both of you, I’m not here to discuss Ella or me.” Cookie laughs and I punch him in the face but not too hard“Fucker, what was that for?”“For bein’ a fuckhead.”We work out all of the schedules and go over orders, and once they're done, I head back to the clubhouse wantin’ to see Ella no needin’ to see Ella.*As I pull in I park my bike and look over at Chance and Gunner’s bikes, my heart breakin’ for the two Brothers. I head inside not seein’ her anywhere, so I head up to her room, knockin’ “She’s not in there” Bliss says as I’m standin’ there waitin’“Where is she?” I ask her, and she shrugs her shoulders“No idea.” I head back downstairs to the kitchen“Anyone know where Ella is?” I ask Oki and Nash, and they both shake their heads“Nah man haven’t seen her.” Chance pops into my mind, and I know exactly where she is, I head back out to my bike, but Bliss stops me again“Can we play tonight,” she asks me holding me tight around the waist“No,” I tell her unclampin’ her arms“We haven’t played in ages,” she whines, and I frown at her“So,” she does the stupid pouty lip face shit chick’s do“I miss you that’s all,” she says kissin’ my chest, and I push her away“Bliss you’re a whore,” I tell her, and she blanches at my words“I know, I just like playing with you,” she tells me as I step to my bike and get on“And we won’t be playin’ anymore,” I tell her, and she frowns at me again“It’s because of Ella isn’t it.” I stand back up and pull her to me fucked off now“Bliss, you remember your place here you’re a whore nothin’ more, Ella, she’s Old Lady material she won’t suck or fuck the brothers because she wants to or has to” she looks up at me tears in her eyes“But she’s fat.” I grab her hair tight, and hard pullin’ her to me and lean down ready to kill the bitch for sayin’ shit like that“I ever hear you say that shit again, and no one will ever find your rotting corpse, you hear me” she nods her head, and I push her away from me and get back on my bike and head out to the cemetery to find Ella.As I pull up to the cemetery, I park my bike and get off and head towards the section holdin’ the brothers and I see her standin’ there huggin’ herself“Ella, how’d you get here?” I ask her annoyed, she left the compound again“I walked,” she says, and I step forward needing to be near her, she’s like a salve to my soul calming me“If you wanted to come here all you had to do was ask, I would have given you a lift” she shakes her head at me lookin’ at the ground (look at me, baby)“It’s fine, I needed to get out of the clubhouse” I frown gettin’ fucked off and frustrated with this woman“You don’t like the clubhouse?” I ask her, and she shakes her head“No, I like it just fine, I just wanted to see Brayden,” she tells me, and I look down at the two graves“He was a good Brother,” I tell her missing the fucker, so much, she steps forward placin’ her hand on my arm, the jolt that goes through my body igniting everything for her“He was a great brother,” she tells me. “What was Gunner like?” she asks me and a lifetime of bein’ friends with him flashed through my mind