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Tiny
I didn't marry my old lady in my twenties. Hell, she and I hadn't even met until I was well into my thirties. I had actually given up on finding an old lady and figured I would live a bachelor's life until the day I died. Then out of nowhere, Gloria showed up in town. It took me three damn months to convince her to go out with me. Every day for three months, I found any and every f*****g excuse to stop in at the gas station on the other damn side of town just to get a chance to ask her out again. Finally, she said yes, and I didn't give a s**t if it was only so I would stop f*****g asking.
I made damn sure our first date was a date she would never f*****g forget. And it f*****g worked. She was hooked on me. We got married by the end of the year. That was ten damn years ago. I thought we were happy. I never stepped out on her. She was my one and only. She said she didn't want children, and I was good with that. She said she wanted the farmhouse with all the land. I made it happen. She wanted goats and horses and all kinds of other animals I knew jack-s**t about. I made sure there was more than enough money to pay for whatever those animals needed, all in the name of making her happy. Whatever she wanted, she f*****g got. I lived by the rule of a happy wife happy life. She was my lady to spoil, and I did just that. I lived for it. I could never find it in myself to tell her no. Seeing her happy made me happy. And now this. f**k her. I knew Bear was a piece of s**t when it came to his old lady and him staying faithful. But to go beyond sleeping with the club girls and helping himself to one of the old ladies was a new f*****g low.
Summer brought my food over to me along with a third bottle of beer. Still, she looked like she wanted to ask but didn't and chose to go back behind the bar. Leaving me to eat my burger and drink my beer. As I ate, some of the guys stopped by the table I was sitting at to talk. Most of them asked about my family. I had been out of town for the last week and was expected to still be out of town for a few more days. My father had been sick, and my mother needed help. The expectation was that my father would be in the hospital longer than he was after having a heart attack. But he was recovering nicely and could return home sooner than expected. The man could be stubborn at times, and he tended not to listen to his doctors. But I think this was enough to scare him because he was following everything to the T. So I didn't feel the need to stay longer than I had. Now I didn't know if I was happy about coming home early. But I left that last little bit out of my catching everyone up.
Just as I finished up my fourth beer Army came in the front door. "Who the hell pissed Bear off. Fuckin hell, he is out front and looks damn pissed off." Glancing down at my watch, I noted that it took him a good hour and a half to make it from my place to here. "Hmm." I stood up pulled some cash out of my pocket to pay for my drinks and meal tossing it down on the table before making my way outside. Bear was out front with Cookie and Gunner, who was trying to figure out why he was pissed off. The moment I stepped outside, his attention moved from them to me. "You mother fucker owe me a new f*****g bike." I scoffed and shook my head. "I owe you jack s**t. Besides, you should be glad it was only your bike I f****d up." Bear moved around Cookie and Gunner coming at me, stopping only a few inches away from me. "You will pay…." I didn't care to hear anything else the mother fucker had to say. Throwing my fist as hard as I could into his face, I was greeted with the satisfying sound of his nose breaking. Taking advantage of him being disoriented, I punched him a couple more times. By now, all the guys from inside the bar were outside, all of them instantly getting between us.
When I say everyone, I mean everyone. It was taking all of them to hold the two of us back from killing each other. Neither one of us were small guys. Even though my name would suggest, I was a small guy. I was anything other than small. Being called Tiny was more of a laugh for the guys. I was one of the larger guys in the MC. Standing at six foot seven and being around three hundred fifty pounds, I was a solid guy. I had some fat to me but more muscle than fat. And Bear wasn't all that small either. He was just over six feet himself, well built, and could hold his own if needed. So when I say all of the guys, there were required to get between the two of us. I mean, all of them were now between us. Bear was holding his face. Blood was seeping through his fingers as his nose was still spurting blood. "Mother fucker, first my brand new bike and now my nose." I shrugged as I took a step back away from the half-dozen brothers that stood in front of me. "Be glad it was just those two things." Scoffing, he tried to take a step in my direction, but all the guys blocked his path. "Just those two things, mother fucker, you nearly burned your whole house down." Again I shrugged. "Too bad I didn't, with both you mother fuckers in the house."
It was around this point the others figured out what happened to have two brothers going at it. Also, why I would f**k up a brother's bike. But they still weren't going to let us kill each other out here in the open. Cookie and a few others pushed Bear back away and started to steer him away from the bar. While they did that, Gunner and Army stepped up in front of me. Gunner patted my shoulder. "Come on, man. Let's go on back inside. I'll buy ya a few more rounds. Maybe I will even let you kick my ass in a few rounds of pool." Scoffing, I turned around and headed back inside." Let you kick my ass at pool. b***h please, you couldn't beat me even if you got me s**t-faced." Laughing, Gunner grabbed the bottles Summer had already placed on the bar for us." Oh please. I bet you fifty dollars I could kick your ass if you actually got s**t-faced." And with that, we spent the rest of the night seeing how drunk the guys could get me before one of them could win a game of pool. Which never happened. No matter how many drinks they put in my hand, I still kicked their ass. But me winning or losing wasn't their goal, and I was thankful for the distraction, at least for the night.
Six months is how long Gloria drug our divorce out. I was willing to walk away with nothing. But even that didn't seem to be enough. She wanted more, and by the end, I didn't give a s**t anymore. I basically told the judge to give her whatever the f**k she wanted so long as he signed off on our divorce, and I never had to look at her face again. In the end, she walked away with the house, the land it set on, me paying for all repairs from the fire I set, everything inside and outside of the house except for my bike and my clothes, half the money in my bank account, and I would pay her a monthly amount for the next five years. Honestly, it was more than she deserved. But like I said, I just wanted it to be done, so I took it.
As for Bear, the word was he and his old lady had one hell of a fight when she got wind of what happened. Word was she had even kicked his ass out of their house. I gave it a month or two, and she would take him back. This wasn't the first time she had found out he slept with another woman, and every time she would kick him out and later take him back. It was a cycle with the two, and frankly, I didn't give a s**t. What I did know was Bear and I would no longer work together. Having been the one to handle getting p*****t from the guys I did business with for the club, Bear was something of the past. All my deals were handed over to Snake to make sure accounts were paid. In fact, it took a good couple of years before I could even stand being in the same room as the asshole. And even then, it was really f*****g hard not to punch him in the f*****g face. But for the sake of the rest of the MC, I did well to bite my tongue and get done what needed to be done. And in return, they all made sure I was never left alone with him.
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