The Bridge - Ch 22 Becy on Board

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Two - Becky the Biker

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Chapter 22 - Becky the Biker

When we left Becky Gaffney behind at Bridge House, she seemed to be in much better spirits. Nevertheless, she was a bit off kilter. A few cards short of a full deck. I wanted to get home to the babies, so I was impatient. So, to keep my mind busy, I called Gloria, knowing she'd be in a tizzy because she hadn't heard from the piece of shit we just chased out of Reading. But I'm going to be a good friend and check up on her. "Call Gloria Tuttlehill."

"Hellooo."

"Glorious."

"Hannah. How is my Hannah?"

"Well, and you?"

"Getting close. You know."

"You bet I do."

"How's work?"

"Oh, you know, the usual mundane stuff, just more of it. Fortunately, I have people to make the little decisions for me and I only have to make the big ones. The unfortunate part is that I have to make the big ones."

"Oh, Problems?"

"Nah, just growing pains. We're really doing great, and all three launches went on without a hitch and we're almost making money already."

"Good thing you've got deep pockets, Han."

"I also have rich friends I can go begging to."

"Never beg, Hannah. Ask and you shall receive."

"I love you Glorious."

"Love you too."

"So, tell me, is he kicking up a storm?"

"He's a real Wildman. He wants out."

"Well good. The more they kick and make themselves a pain in the ass, the healthier they are. Just think of what it might be like having two babies in there doing what that one little man is doing."

"Lord have mercy."

"Oh yeah. To me, every day is liberation day. And when Doc Rubin tied my tubes, it marked the end of my enslavement to reproduction."

"Come on, Han. You could have had another five."

"Mercy. Five. Already got five. That's more than enough, thank you."

"Still getting tired, Han?"

"Every day. But I'm exercising and trying to fight it. While you're pregnant give in to it. For your own sake and that of the baby. Focus on having the most relaxing days you can. I know that sounds stupid as you walk around carrying an undelivered human, but it gets worse till it gets better. Mother of two, you should know that."

"This one's different, Han."

"Oh. Cause of the father?"

"I think more because of the size. Thank God I'm sectioning. This baby would take out my vagina forever. So, see ya at the section."

"Well, I'll certainly see you before then."

"I hope so."

"Glor, let me go. We're almost home and I've got to get right to the twins."

"Go. Full report tomorrow. Check in?"

"Who knows? Maybe a visit. Is tomorrow a swim day?"

"I think it is. It always is for Harry."

"Alright, we'll play it out."

When we got home, the kids were out watching the construction of the addition. Mac was out there explaining some things and Celeste had her own set of the plans for 'her' addition. The addition that we all hope will take her to the Olympics. She had them out and as Mac was explaining, Celeste was pointing things out on the plans. Instead of going right into the house, we walked over to where the kids were, and I noticed something. Mac's truck was parked in Bertha's driveway as usual, but there was something different about it. Instead of saying Carpentry by Mac, it says 'MacGregor & Daughter.' I was pleased. Very pleased. Lizzie would absolutely love it.

When we got home, the kids were just getting in from school. So, before I even went up to see the twins, I got them snacked up and into their reading time. Then I wanted to go up and see my little ones. Becca had Dina sucking down a bottle that was thickened with cereal. Aggie was just getting Little Duane ready to feed, and when she saw me, she heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, Hannah, I'm so glad to see you. Can you get that boy ready for the bottle?"

"No. No, Aggie, I'm done. I'm putting my foot down and if he has to scream all day, he better take that fuckin' bottle. My tits are done. God, I think he broke them. Ladies, I'm home the next couple of days and we are going to get this child unbreasted. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," they said in unison.

I took the screaming Duane from Aggie and grabbed the bottle and sat down on the lounge chair. I stuck that bottle between those tiny little lips of his and said in the sweetest voice I could muster, "Little man. My sweet little man. Take your bottle for me like a man. Be your mommy's best little boy and take your bottle. No more tits, my darling Little Duane. And he did it. He sucked that bottle down like a champ. And when it was finished, he went back to crying. "Aggie. Can you warm me another bottle?"

"Got one ready, Miss Hannah. When I saw the way he was suckin', I just knew one wouldn't be enough."

"Excellent. You're learning a lot about motherhood around here. You do a great job with the kids and they love you. The skills you have learned from Bertha and the rest of the staff around here. I can't imagine how much you've learned from Becca here."

"Becca's amazing. When I ask her a question, she knows every answer. She knows so much about babies and kids, and did you ever see the way she treats our kids? It's a wonderful thing. Just wonderful."

"Thanks, Aggie. It's you who have been wonderful to me."

"It's my total joy,"

"Good. The most important thing in my home is that the people in it are happy. All the people."

Then my supercell buzzed in. I walked toward the office and answered.

"Hannah Todd."

"Hannah, Rhee."

"What's up Rhee?"

"They are going to bury their dead on Tuesday. Quay Wilkes will be highlighted because of his prominent position in the club and the respect in the biker world for him as a roughneck and a tough enforcer. Services will be held at The Law Funeral Home, in Monroeville, where the club is. Set to start there at eleven, to be followed by an endless procession of bikes to the cemetery. After the cemetery, the club will probably adjourn to the clubhouse and allow nobody but club members in. I believe our little Miss Gaffney will be an exception to that. In fact, I'm going to make a very strong recommendation that you have her contact her people at the club and let them know she is coming. I expect they will treat her and her party like royalty."

"Ya know what I'm gonna do. I think tomorrow I will snatch her up from the Bridge and bring her here. I'll get my dresser to bring over some things so she'll have something right for the funeral. Something sophisticated. Something she can go to a funeral in on the back of a chopper. Yeah, that's it. I'll bring her here. Me, her and Lizzie in the hot tub and we'll get her real relaxed."

"I could use that myself."

"What I wouldn't give to have Rhee Spanner, Lizzie, and me in a hot tub. That's worth the big bucks."

"Not for you, my Hannah. For you, I give it away. In fact, when you are totally finished with Makoo, I'm going to come up to your neck of the woods and spend the night. Then we'll see about that hot tub."

"Fits six, Rhee."

"We'll see."

"Alright, let me go. Lots to do in two days."

Rhee got off and my head spun. Lots to do. Call Duane first.

"Call Royce Field Services."

"Royce Field Services, this is Tilly, how may I help you?"

"Tilly, it's Hannah, my dear. How are you?"

"F-f-fine, Miss Todd."

"I need Mr. Royce, ASAP."

"Please hold, ma'am. I'll get him immediately."

"Thank you, Tilly."

"What's up beautiful?"

"I love it when you lie to me. It gets me hot."

"Stop it. What's up?"

"Funeral is Thursday. We're going. I want someone to bring two big motorcycles, the kind that still use gas, and I want to take the helicopter to where they are and ride in on the back of a chopper with my girl on the other one. I want to take Ronnie, if he rides. Two black men with two white women. Keep it uniform. Can you make that happen?"

"I can, but it's not enough to make me say yes. I'm going to want a lot more resources when I go driving through the midst of hundreds of badass bikers lookin' at me like they want to kill me and take my woman."

"What will it take?"

"I want twenty operators on the ground and air support via drones. We have plenty of time to have a couple of the guys drive two big bikes to Pittsburgh for us to use."

"And that's with me on the back of a bike with you and Becky on the back of Ronnie's bike."

"Deal. I'll start working on it. We can take the Bell 470. It can hold a pilot plus six and it's pretty comfortable. We'll get there in a couple of hours. Tomorrow I will send a couple of RFS guys out there on the bikes and have them get a lay of the land. You take care of the Gaffney girl and I'll take care of this end. Are you going to have her call them to let them know we're coming?"

"Yes. Absolutely. I think she'll want to, and I'll be with her when she does it. We don't want any surprises."

"Certainly not. Just tread softly with that one."

"That is my intent. See ya tonight, lover. Love you."

"Love you too, my queen."

"Ah, you're just trying to get on my good side. If you really want to stay on my good side, come home and let me suck that big dick of yours."

"Do you have a serious bone in your body?"

"I do. My funny bone."

"See you later you sexy thing."

"Call Lu Como."

"Como."

"Lu, it's Hannah. How's our girl doing?"

"Surprisingly well. I think once we got past that first forty-eight hours, she kind of woke up and joined the world. Everything fascinates her. She lived a very simple life with the bikers when she was with them and she was satisfied with that. When she was abducted, she was deprived, mistreated and abused, the poor little thing. And she's so sweet, Hannah. You wouldn't know that she fell in love with a six-foot four black biker who would thrash anyone who was anything but nice and respectful to her. And when Becky was with Quay, nobody was disrespectful to her."

"Lu, the funeral of her great love is Thursday, and I plan to take her there."

"Yourself?"

"Of course. This job is one for the boss. I also want to have her picked up and brought here to my place until we go to Pittsburgh."

"I'll call Bridge House and have them release her to your care. Think you can handle her?"

"Oh, she wouldn't be the toughest customer I've run across. I've got, like, eight inches on her and I have a mean right cross."

"So I've heard."

"Is there anything I should know regarding her care and handling?"

"Well, I've got her on something for depression and anxiety, but it really won't kick in for a while. I also have her on a drug to lessen the addictive feelings from the methamphetamines they had her on."

"Poor girl. They got her addicted?"

"Not the bikers. The animal who abducted her. She told me that the Soul Riders smoke lots of cannabis and deal in a little hard drugs, but they don't take them. Against club rules. Toothy would never allow it."

"Toothy?"

"Toothy Grimm, the head of the club. She said he rules with an iron fist and that was backed up by the true iron fist of Quay Wilkes. If you get Toothy's approval, you're in. Okay? Let me go. Call me if there is a panic. I'll make sure I am available to you by phone on Thursday, if you need me."

"Thanks, Lu. Take care. I'm sure I will fill her chart with notes when we get back. Oh, how are we doing with the place in Maryland?"

"Just waiting for a date when we can get her in. Certainly, in the next couple of weeks."

"Excellent. That provides me with a deadline for a project I'm working on and a couple weeks would be perfect. Be well, Lu. I'll call you after the funeral and she will be back in your care by Friday."

"Will I be checking on her at the Bridge or at your house?"

"My house, I believe. I think Miss Gaffney and I have some bonding to do."

"I approve. Good luck with it all."

Caroline, I need Caroline. "Call Caroline."

"Yes, Miss Todd?"

"Where are you right now, Caroline."

"I'm with your two big ones and Mac by the construction."

"I don't know what it is with the construction that everyone is finding so fascinating. Caroline, is there anyone around who could sit in for you? I need you."

"I'll make it happen and be right in."

Three minutes later, Caroline walked in through the kitchen door where I was having yet another cup of coffee. "Car, do you know who is down at Bridge House with Becky Gaffney right now?"

"Yeah, Avi's down there. He enjoys going to the Bridge. I think he's sweet on the administrator gal."

"Who, Missy? Avi's sweet on Missy? If I tell her, it will rock her world. I don't think my dear Missy has had a proper suitor in quite some time. I'd love to see that connection happen. Keep an eye on them for me, and I'll try to get Avi down to the Bridge a little more often."

"You are at least the world's greatest boss."

"Yeah, I think one of my coffee mugs says that."

"I mean it. I couldn't imagine working for anyone else. You are my employment dream come true."

"Well, maybe I'm gonna throw a little wrinkle in your dream. I want you to go down to Bridge and pick up Becky Gaffney. Take whoever is around with you. I want Avi to stay at Bridge for another night. Tell him I want him to be observant and make sure nobody has been watching. He'll know what to do. Nobody's better at that stuff than Avi."

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want me to bring her here?"

"Right here in this kitchen. When Duane Royce comes rolling into this house, I want him to see Becky Gafney sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm on it. I'll let you know when I'm fifteen minutes out."

"Excellent. Car. Be extra gentle with her. She is like a small child next to you. Please be sensitive to that. She may be uncomfortable moving again. If she gives you any resistance, tell her it is to get her one step closer to going to Quay's funeral. That will slow her roll."

"See you soon. Drive carefully. Take the Lincoln."

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll be taking Alec with me."

"Good choice. Let him drive."

"Do I have to, ma'am?"

"Let him drive. I want your arms around Becky Gaffney."

"Yes, ma'am. That's why you're the queen."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Your wisdom. It's so far beyond your years."

"Thank you, Caroline. It's nice to know I'm appreciated."

"Oh, more than any of us could ever express."

And off she went.

While we spoke, the kids were eating. Holly and Celeste got home from swimming and everyone was chowing down. Holly was manning the kitchen while Bertha was upstairs in the nursery giving little Ellie her bottle. Once she puts her down, she'll be back in the kitchen again and Becca will take over.

Duane's home... finally. And not really happy about our guest. But being my dearest man, he allowed me to convince him she needed some time with us before we all attend that funeral. He didn't like that very much, but I was going to get my helicopter ride to Pittsburgh and my motorcycle ride to the funeral, and so was she.

Tonight, once the kids go upstairs, they are not coming down. Nothing unusual, but tonight we are having a very different kind of visitor. One I will step lightly around. I think I may introduce her to Holly, another victim of abuse. Who knows? But I know I want to get her into the hot tub tonight. Maybe go out to the sunroom and smoke a joint. I'm sure she'd like that.

After dinner, bath time, tablet time and bedtime. I needed a spare room tonight, so I put Georgia in with Celeste so I could have her room available for Becky. Peach never had a problem with that. And it didn't matter much. Their tablet time was short, and they were out like a light.

It took Caroline a bit longer than she had planned to get out of Bridge House with Becky because there were so many people Becky wanted to say goodbye to. They had all been so helpful. I'm glad she'd have good memories of the Bridge. Wonderful memories are something we have to build in her to push out some of the bad ones.

Bertha and Mac were upstairs wrapping up Ellie to go home when Caroline arrived with Becky. They came in through the kitchen door, but from the minute she crossed the threshold, Becky Gaffney was agog. Her eyes were wide open and her jaw dropped as she looked around at the opulence that was my home. She turned around and looked at everything. And then she looked at me. It appeared she wanted to say something, but nothing would come out.

Then Mac and Bertha came through on their way out with Ellie. I gave them the usual hugs and kisses and off they went, while Caroline and Becky looked on, silently.

"Who's in the room tonight, Caroline?"

"I believe it's Danny." The TV in the kitchen has a link to The Closet, so I called up to Danny.

"Dan, how many people we have on tonight?"

"Five 'ma'am. Not including me."

"Fine. Report in that I am taking Caroline off line for now. I have a specific job she is doing for me right now. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll pass it down the channels."

"Excellent. And if Mr. Royce has any problems with it, he knows where to find me."

I hung up and looked over at the ladies, who were still a bit dumbfounded.

"Alright ladies. The sun is down. What will it be, red or white?"

"I can have wine?" Becky asks.

"Do you want wine?"

"Sure. I ain't had wine since the Riders. Malcolm never let me drink, just pumped me full of meth and occasionally coke. And if I was a good girl, he'd let me share a joint with another good girl."

"Caroline, you are off duty, and your boss says you must drink with us."

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want me to go downstairs and pick a bottle?"

"I do. Becky, do you have a preference?"

"Nope. But I've always been partial to Rose'."

"Caroline, bring us up a nice Rose' and meet us out in the sunroom. And grab something herbal as well. Ready to go."

"Yes, ma'am."

She was so adorable, and so tiny. Not even five feet. And her hair was like a flag. Of all the things that people did to fuck her up, they did nothing to ruin her flowing red hair. It wasn't like auburn, and it wasn't that bright orange look. It was a nice strawberry color. She had a trail of freckles that ran from her cheeks over her nose. She looked like a little girl, although she was over twenty-one, and the only thing to set that off was the nose ring she wore.

We sat out on the sunporch drinking wine and talking about all sorts of things. Caroline was good company, but did not add much. She saw I was on a mission and did what she could to give me support. We were almost finished the bottle of wine when I suggested we go down to the Greenhouse and smoke the joint. I told Caroline if she was uncomfortable with that, she could take a pass.

"The hell with that. I'm off duty. Light that sucker."

And we went out to the Greenhouse and lit that joint up and smoked it to the end. I think Becky was more fascinated with the Greenhouse than the house. The hydroponics blew her mind. And when I showed her the patch where we grew our only little pot plants, she was duly impressed with the girls.