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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 140 Kitties
The great Jax Teller called her and wanted to come by to discuss Wendy's arrangements like she was a bunch of flowers. She thought she'd made arrangements when she had her cremated.
She remembered flushing a toilet and then her car got its accelerator and brake pedals mixed up and it made her crash. Damned American cars. The gas and brake pedals were too much alike and were always getting mixed up. This wasn't her first accident that was caused by poorly designed cars.
She'd gotten out of jail without posting bond because she gave Judge Hatch a blow job in his chambers. That's how his court worked and it was also how she'd escaped any jail time for her various alleged crimes. As far as she was concerned, the blow job was her sentence and it was better than staying in jail because she couldn't post bond or pay bail.
There were two kinds of justice. If you had money, you got out of jail on bail or bond. If you were poor, you gave a blow job to the judge and you got out. She'd heard rumors around the court that Judge Hatch also accepted blow jobs from guys too, so at least he was trying to be fair.
When Wendy told her she was marrying Jax Teller, she figured Jax had screwed all the single girls in town over eighteen and a few of the married ones, so he decided he might as well get married.
She never thought that marriage would last. Sooner or later, he would find a new girl and dump Wendy. Wendy could never hope to keep a man like that faithful.
She and Wendy rarely agreed on anything, but they were in perfect agreement about Gemma Teller; she was a bitch. Gemma thought she was so high class because her father used to be a preacher. Now she thought she was some kind of biker queen. Well, now that Wendy was gone, she wouldn't have to see anymore of Gemma. The worst thing about Jax Teller was his mother.
It would have been a lot better for Wendy if she'd had an abortion. She never wanted to be a mother and she never felt any maternal love for her even when she was a baby. Her mother had been short on maternal love too, so maybe this was a family trait.
Wendy didn't have any great love for that baby. She was only having it because it would tie her to Jax for at least eighteen years. Wendy figured that in that time, she could make him fall in love with her.
Wilda would have warned her that her plan wasn't going to work, but Wendy was stubborn. She never listened to her. She had to make her own mistakes. Even if her plan succeeded, Jax would have eventually learned that he wasn't really the father and then there would have been hell to pay.
She went outside to call the nonexistent kittens she pretended were her pets. She considered getting real kitties, but that would involve actually having to take care of something other than herself. She just liked calling them because saying their names made her laugh. After everything that had happened, she needed to laugh.
"Dip shit," she called. "Dumbass. Here kitty, kitty, kitty."
She called her pretend kittens a couple more times, only quitting when it wasn't funny to her anymore. Just as she was about to go inside, Jax Teller rode up on his bike.
He got off his bike and hung his helmet from the handlebars. She had to give it to him, the man was sexy as hell. He just kind of oozed sex. It was no wonder Wendy fell in love with him. It had just been surprising that he had married her.
"Wilda, I want you to know how sorry I am about Wendy and the baby," Jax said.
"OK," she said. She didn't know what the hell else he expected her to say.
"Have you given any thought to a memorial service for Wendy and baby Bela?"
"No. I don't want anything to do with that. I'm not going to stand up in front of a bunch of people and talk about Wendy."
"You don't want to have any kind of service?"
"She's dead. It doesn't matter what you do, she's still going to be dead. I don't need some kind of ceremony about it."
"Gemma said you had her and Bela cremated. What do you want to do with the ashes?"
"I flushed the ashes. I don't know how the hell they came back," Wilda frowned trying to figure out how the ashes had come back. She must have been confused and flushed toilet paper thinking it was Wendy's ashes. "When people die, they die. Doesn't matter what you do with the body, they aren't inside anymore."
"Do you want Wendy's and Bela's ashes?"
"You take them and do whatever you want with them. Maybe if you had been a better husband, she wouldn't have turned to crank."
"OK," Jax said evenly, his jaw clenched in anger. "No memorial and no service for Wendy and the baby. I'll also figure out what to do with the ashes."
"And pay for it. You're the husband. It's your responsibility."
"OK," Jax said. He took off on his motorcycle.
Wilda went back to calling her kittens Dip Shit and Dumbass only this time there were tears in her eyes.