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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 353 Twisted Tig
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Author's Note: Thought Tig couldn't get anymore twisted. Think again! He finds a new twisted place to go.
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Tig wasn't happy when Jax's beautiful blonde girlfriend walked into the chapel to teach them about money laundering. She'd passed out fake money she'd made from colored paper. That's when he thought it would be great to watch her fall on her face. She would never be able to get the guys to understand something so complex. She probably didn't even understand it.
Jax had gone to her car and brought in one of those white dry erase boards. Jax introduced her to all the men.
"Get used to seeing her around. She's my old lady," Jax said.
Even when he was with Wendy, he hadn't made a big deal of it. He'd met her at the clubhouse though, so she'd known the guys. Scarlett had only been to the clubhouse the night Jax got shot. OK. Maybe he had a good reason to introduce her. Some of the guys hadn't been there when she'd scared the shit out of Chibs.
Looking back at that horrible night, she was glad that Scarlett came along to save Jax by getting Tara to help him. Chibs almost killed him. If Jax ever get hurt again, she was going to keep a sharp eye on Chibs to make sure he didn't hurt Jax again.
"I'm going to sit down and Jax is going to use the board. I have an injury to my back and I can't stand for very long. The other thing is that when I explain something, everyone might not understand. If that happens, ask questions, let me know that you don't understand and I'll explain it in a different way."
She explained money laundering using the colored pretend money and Jax helped by writing and drawing on the board. No one except Jax thought she knew what she was talking about until she started talking.
It turned out the blonde whore not only knew about money laundering, she managed to explain it so well that everyone understood including Clay. For that moment, she'd earned Clay's approval. It might not last long, but for now, Clay was a fan.
Bobby muttered under his breath that he knew someone who was going to be in big trouble when he got his hands on him. Tig thought Bobby must have discovered that the guy Bobby used for money laundering was ripping him off.
Jax was looking at Scarlett with pride all over his face because she'd done such a great job explaining money laundering. She had even made it fun.
How the hell could she compete with Scarlett? She was beautiful, smart and Jax was looking at her like he thought he was lucky to be with her. That had never happened before. Girls always threw themselves at Jax. Not Scarlett.
The meeting ended and she would normally hang around the clubhouse, but she couldn't take much more tonight. She didn't want to watch Jax and Scarlett together anymore.
She didn't want to call attention to herself, so she quietly slipped away. She was driving by the convenience store when she decided to go inside and get some chocolate. Life could always be improved with the addition of chocolate.
Louise wasn't working, but the trip to get chocolate might get improved on. She used the convenience store bathroom. They never let customers use their bathroom, but they always made an exception for her.
She didn't need to use the bathroom's toilet. She wanted something else. Maybe she would get lucky. There was a small metal trash container that was mounted on the wall above the toilet paper. It was for women to use to dispose of their tampons and pads. She liked to sniff the tampons and attach the pads to her own underwear. It would be just like she was having her period.
She found four tampons and three pads. She took them, stuffed them in a plastic bag she'd brought with her and slipped them in a pocket in her cut. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands.
She could hardly wait until she got home. She'd take a shower, change into different underwear and attach one of the pads to her underwear. After that, she could sniff the tampons. She loved that metallic smell from the iron in the blood. If she were very lucky, she might even have gotten a fresh pad—one that was still reddish and not the dark brown of a pad that had been thrown away many hours ago. Those were her favorite.
Soon, she was going to kill Louise. Louise had escaped from death for too long. It was time for her to die. Maybe tomorrow or the day after. Louise had no idea that her days were numbered.
She showered and found the adhesive strip wouldn't stick to her underwear. She got out a couple of safety pins and used them to pin a pad with a reddish discharge on it to her underwear.
She sniffed the tampons while she thought about killing Louise. Her murder would have to be done perfectly leaving behind no DNA, prints or anything else that could help the police find her.
She shut her eyes and pictured herself killing Louise. Louise was over due for death. Kill! Kill! Kill!