Chapter 2

Ainsley's POV...

As I slowly step back to Shannon, I remain firmly between these bikers and my girls. As I stare at these giants I ask her: “You okay babe?” A few men’s eyes widen as the words leave my mouth, and it's obvious what they’re thinking.

Shan places her tiny hand on my shoulder as she answers: “I’m fine, honey. A little shaken from having all those guns pointed at my head while holding Scarlet, but otherwise I am perfectly fine.” From her words and actions, I can tell that she picked up on what they were thinking too and decided to keep it up.

Two years ago, while staking out a possible location for my twin sister Elspeth, Shannon and I came across Stinger. That was a year after Elspeth was taken.

After our paths crossed, he took us both under his wing and taught us some very effective combat styles and weapons training. In addition, I am one of his go-to people when he needs information from someone who is reluctant to provide it (basically I am his top interrogator), which has been very effective in getting us closer to finding Elspeth, but the people who have her are way too smart and always seem just one step ahead of us.

Before speaking, the Viking looked from me to Shannon and back again. “Are the two of you a couple? As in dykes? I don’t know what the old man was thinking, letting a couple of dykes move in right next door to me.” He says, though I’m not sure if he meant it as an insult. Since I have encountered a few lesbians over the years (who were actually wonderful girls once you got to know them and who would kick Daniel’s arse for what he did to me) so naturally I am offended on their behalf.

“I have no idea what a “dyke” even is, but I assume you’re looking for the word lesbian.” I enunciate the word lesbian just to piss him off some more since it's painfully obvious that he's just another ignorant twat. "The answer is, as you correctly pointed out, we are in fact a couple. And judging from the steaming pile of manure that just came out of that big mouth of yours, I'm assuming that's a problem for you?” I ask him, looking directly into his eyes. "My girlfriend and I would really appreciate if you wouldn’t insult us like that again.” I say with a fake ass smile.

It’s been a few days since we moved in, so I figured since I have today off, I should bake Mr. Mac Donald a cake as a thank you for getting the giant squad together to help us move in. As I approached his workshop in my baby, I saw a couple Harley’s pull out. When I get out of the car, ‘Big Mike’, as dad and uncle Deacon call him, spots me and walks over to me. A chuckle escapes his lips as he says, “I can tell that William raised his girl right. He taught you how to appreciate a classical beauty, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, she’s a beaut alright, and apart from my flesh and blood baby, she’s my other baby. However, I’m not here to brag, but to thank you for taking care of our move.” I say honestly.

Then he bursts into a roaring laugh, and I stare at him frowning, wondering what could be making him laugh. After he calms down a little, he smiles. The other day, after moving your stuff, I saw my son’s face, so I’m sorry sweetheart. I just remembered the look he had on his face when he came back.” He says between laughs and, really, he’s doubled over with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Ah right.” I say after having my eureka moment. "He told you that Shannon and I were apparently a couple of lesbians, right?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly, I just want to clarify. He was brained really hard by his momma for that comment. Insisted all women should be respected, regardless of their sexual preferences. The man says somberly. In his defense, his fiancé left him for another woman, which has left him bitter towards lesbians. Still, you and I both know that you girls ain’t no lesbians.” He says with a wink and I stare at him dumbfounded.

’It is no wonder that the handsome Viking was so standoffish, sheesh can you say ‘major hang-ups?’ The thought crosses my mind before I answer. "Anyhow, can we keep the fact that we’re not ‘real’ lesbians to ourselves? In light of the incident with The Hulk and his dogs aiming their guns at Shannon’s head while she was holding Scarlet, I am not trusting anyone, especially if they’re camped out at my doorstep trying to get into our pants.” I smirk.

Regardless, it was a pleasure to see you again Mr. McD. However, I have to pick up Scar from daycare, so I just wanted to stop by to give you this cake and to thank you for your help. After we say our goodbyes, I head back home with a smile on my face.

After Scarlet and I get home, I tell Shannon about my conversation with Mr. McD. “Are you telling me they bought that crap?” she asks. “We chose the wrong profession, girl. We should be actresses’ babes.” Shannon whispers in my ear. I just told her about my conversation with mr.Mac Donald, and that’s all she heard? Really? Come on man.I facepalm myself mentally.

“Really? Are you serious? Is that all you heard? That’s all you heard out of everything I just told you?” I ask her and I am pretty sure I'm starting to look like one of those cartoon kettles, complete with red face, and steam popping out of my ears and nose.

As she answers me, she grins mischievously. “I’m telling you hun, Mr ‘ME HULK, ME SMASH’ is just angry because he fancies you and thinks you’re a lesbo to boot, I mean, come on. He tried to hide his massive hard on when you stepped between me and all those guns, marching your tiny self up to the biggest baddest of the giants and challenging him. And let me tell you, he sure is hung like a freaking horse babe." She mentions, laughing as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, she says, “I will jump his ass if you don’t.” ‘How could I get myself into this mess with this crazy chick?’ I think in a huff.

My mind is blown by what she is saying about the big bad, modern day Viking hitting on me, and I think that she is insane. If that guy tried to hide anything, it was his rage and how he plans to murder my cheeky arse. The worst that may happen is that he will try to torture me first, but he is in for another surprise if that’s the case.

However hot he might be, I’m not going down without a fight. It’s Shannon and Scarlet I have to live for, plus I still need to find my sister. Once I find the fuckers who took my sister, I’ll kill them slowly and painfully.