Her Final Journey (Book 3 Journey Series)

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We finally made it to a little shop that had just my style of clothing. I actually purchased everything I needed from there, instead of having to go to different stores.

I noticed the sales girl glaring at Grip and staying far away, I just passed it off as his cut causing the problem. When I walked up to the counter the girl whispered: “lady watch out for that bastard.”

Alright then maybe I should listen or then again she could hold a grudge against him for something.

We stopped at McDonald’s to eat before heading to get me a vehicle. “Grip what’s wrong? You have been quiet since we left the motel, did I say or do something wrong?” He looked me dead in the eye, “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here, I don’t want you for an ole lady, just pussy. Is that understood?”

Well shit, blunt fucking much? I wasn’t planning on being his ole lady, just trying to get laid to get my mind off shit for a few minutes before I went crazy and to help him out.

“You know what Grip, fuck you! I was trying to help us both out, but thank you for pointing out that I have shit taste in men. I don’t want an ole man right now, I had one, but got fucked over, sure as hell don’t need another one like him.” I got up throwing my shit away, walking out to the truck.

Grip came out right after looking hurt and pissed. Well, join the club mother fucker! I had him take me to a Dodge dealer, dismissing him as soon as we were there.

I ended up with a black 2016 Dodge Ram Crew Cab 4x4. Now, it was time to find another bike, therefore leaving to find a Harley dealer, but instead found a custom chopper shop.

I walked in asking the guy behind the desk who I needed to talk to get a chopper made. Turns out he was the man, “that would be me, sweetheart. Let me guess, you need to get your yuppy boyfriend a chopper for some anniversary or some shit?”

He was smirking and checking me out. “No mother fucker! I need one for me, but since you act like a woman can’t ride one, I will find someone else. Douche bag!” I went to walk out, but the guy stopped me.

“Look, lady, that was a dick move on my part, I’m sorry. I’m Tim, I don’t have many women come in here and want their own chopper. I usually just deal with Devils Company, so not many of their women actually ride their own. What did you have in mind?”

Telling him what I wanted I wanted, he said that he would sketch it up and call me to approve it later on in the week. I left and found my way back to the clubhouse.

I figured Grip would have thrown all my shit out somewhere, but when I got to my room all my sacks were on the floor next to my bed. I started putting my stuff away when I heard a knock on my door. Telling them to come in I kept on putting my things away.

“Damn woman, did you leave anything in the store?” Death chuckled. “Look I need to talk to you for a minute.” He sat down on my bed. “Okay, let’s talk, Do you mind if I keep putting my shit up?”

“That’s fine. I know this is none of my business, but I need to warn you about something. I know Grip took you to town, after he got back, he was acting strangely.”

I looked at him confused not really knowing where he was going with this. “You see Grip is my little brother, I can’t tell you his life story, but just beware that if you want anything more than just a cock, he’s not your man. It just won’t happen, he will never settle down.”

I stopped what I was doing, turning around to look at Death. “Look, you don’t know me for shit. I’m not looking for an ole man, been there done that, got royally fucked over. Hence why you got paid to kill me. Got shit to figure out and do, then I will be out of your fucking hair. Don’t worry about Grip and myself, he will be fine.”

Death grunted, “don’t say I didn’t warn your ass” then walked out, slamming the door. By the time I finished putting my stuff away, it was pretty late, so I decided to shower and call it a night.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I jumped, screaming seeing Grip sitting on the edge of my bed. “What the fuck are you doing here? You don’t really think you’re getting your dick wet, do you? Especially after that speech today, I mean, come on!”

I couldn’t believe this mother fucker. He sighed, then looked at me standing there butt naked except for the towel wrapped around my hair.

“Look, I just came to apologize for talking to you that way. You have been nothing but nice to me and I treat you that way. I’m sorry Leather, really I am. I’ve been fucked over before and took it out on you, maybe one day we will trust each other to share our stories.” He got up kissed me on top of my head and headed to the door.

“Hey Grip, you wouldn’t happen to have an extra gun, would you? Might have to make a point tomorrow at the strip joint.” I smirked. “Of course I do. Can you even shoot?” I smirked again, “shot the ex in the left nut and the bitch riding him between the eyes.” He laughed covering his junk.

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