On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone...



Beverly Calaway quietly sung to herself as she patiently waited on a customer to pay her. Rock music wasn't her thing, she was more of a hip-hop and R&B type of person, but because of her husband it has grown on her.



"Are you sure, my car is gonna be done by Friday?" Asked the customer, who was more of a snobby and uptight type of person from what Beverly have seen.



"Yep! I'm going to give it to Mark and he's gonna take real good care of it." Beverly responded.



"Um, if you don't mind my asking, who's Mark?" Asked the customer, looking around the shop.



"Mark, is the guy fixing up the black and grey motorcycle." Beverly said, pointing to Mark. The customer's eyes widen in fear.



"The big guy with all the tattoos? You think he can take care of a Porsche?"



"Yes, that's him. Mark can take care of anything. Trust me, your car is in good hands." Beverly answered, with a smirk on her face.



With that said the customer said nothing, he gave her the money and walked out of the garage. Beverly watched the customer leave in a rush and just chuckled.



"Hey, Bev! Can you come here for a sec?" Beverly's head snapped in Mark's direction when he called her name. She smiled and came from around the counter and did as she was asked.



"What is it that you need, Mark?" Beverly asked, placing her hands on her hips.



"I need you to do me a favor."



"I'm waiting on you to tell me." Beverly said, with a little sass in her voice, which caused Mark to shoot a her a deadly glare. At first, that would use to scare her, but over time she had gotten use to it.



"I'm gonna be in the clubhouse a little late tonight can you pick up, Casey and Leah?"



Beverly hesitated for a moment, before saying. "Sure, I'll go get them right now. Tell Frankie to cover for me at the desk."



"Will do. Thank you, Beverly."



"Your welcome, Babe."



Beverly walked back towards the desk, grabbing her purse and car keys and headed out of the garage. She stepped into her her black Cadillac Escalade and drove out of the parking lot. While driving Beverly stopped at a red-light and shining gleam caught her eye. She looked down to see the gleaming object was on her finger and it was her wedding ring. A proud smile spread across her face, she earned this. She went through hell and back being married to Mark, but held on and for that it made her so much stronger.



Finally arriving at her destination, Beverly got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to a familiar front door. Beverly knocked on the door and waited as a familiar person opened the door. There stood a blonde haired, hazel eyed, tough looking women, a women she knew all too well. She was Lisa, Mark's ex-wife.



"So I guess you're here to pick up the kids?" Lisa asked with attitude.



"Why else would I be standing on your door step?" Beverly countered with a question, giving with a little more attitude.



Lisa rolled her eyes. "Hold on a sec? Casey, Leah, your step-mom is here!!!"



Beverly glared at Lisa who smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Beverly was about snap, but was interrupted by feet running down the stairs. A smile appeared onto Beverly's face as the two little girls came into view. One had blonde hair and hazel; age ten and the other had auburn hair and hazel eyes; age five, they were so cute and were Beverly's pride and joy, eventhough they weren't biologically hers.



"Hey, girls! You ready to go?"



"Yes, Beverly." The two girls said at the sametime. At first it use bother Beverly that they didn't her mom, but over time she had gotten use to it.



"Alright, get in the car and I'll put your things in the back."



"Okay." They said before skipping off and climbing into the back seat of the truck.



"I hope you know they will never call you Mommy. You'll never be in the same catergory as me. I was first and always will be first, I just hope you enjoy what is left of Mark." Lisa said, bitterly.



Beverly couldn't hold it in any longer and just let her words fly. "I'm fine with them not call me, Mommy. I'll admit it hurt at first. In me being in the same catergory as you? Please sweetie, who in their right mind wants to be a slut? Oh and by the way, Mark isn't losing sleep over you, you should get over it. It's been seven years now, plus I make him forget you ever existed, if you know what I mean."



Lisa was fuming but said nothing, all she did was slam the door in Beverly's face. Beverly chuckled and walked off to her truck. She loaded the girl's things in the back and drove off.




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"...Goodnight, girls." Said Beverly, as she quietly closed the bedroom door of the girl's room. She had just put the girls down for the night and was ready to relax and unwind, she was tired from playing and goofing off with the girls. She was now waiting on Mark who promised to be home soon.



Beverly made her into her and Mark's bedroom and collasped onto the bed. She took a couple of deep breaths, before climbing to bed and began to read a novel that she has been trying to finish for a while now.



As soon as she hit the twentieth chapter, she saw Mark walk into the room. And just by the look on his face, she new the clubhouse meeting wasn't good. She slowly and quietly placed her novel back into the drawer of the nightstand and got out the bed, walking infront of him as he took off his leather cut-off. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up into his emerald green eyes.



"Mark, what's going on?"



"Bev, this has nothing to do with you." Mark said, unwrapping her arms from his waist.



Beverly sat down on the bed and slightly pouted and sigh. "I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me."



Mark sighed. "At the clubhouse the Freebirds came, a war is about to start. That's all I'm saying."



"Mark..." Beverly started, but was cut off by Mark.



"Beverly! That's it!" Mark yelled his Texan accent came more than it usually did.



Beverly put her hand up in a way of saying she gives up. "Fine! I won't bring up, again."



Mark let out another sighed and ran his fingers through his long auburn mane. He made his way over towards the bed and sat down next to her. "I'm sorry for yelling. It's a lot on my mind, you know that."



"Yeah, I know. And that's why I want you to talk to me. You use to tell me everything about the club. What changed?" It was true, Mark use to tell Beverly everything about his gang, Deadman Inc. Now everything just changed, well not everything she still was involved with the club, but when it came to information it was like she wasn't included in anything.



"That's the problem. You know too much and I put you in that position and I'm sorry for it." Mark apologized.



Beverly gave Mark a small smile and leaned in and kissed Mark on his lips. "Why are you apologizing? I married you knowing what you do and who you are. Yeah, I'll admit some of things you do is down right barbaric and scary, but I don't care because I love you."



Mark smirked and grabbed Beverly and pulled her onto his lap. "You love me, huh?"



Beverly smiled and wrapped her arms on his neck and said softly."Yeah, I do."



"Then show me." Mark said with a husky voice.



Beverly smiled. "Hmm, well lay back and let me do my magic."

"What do you think is going on in there?" Asked Kristen. Kristen Jakes, was the clubs resident sweetbutt. Meaning she was the clubs resident whore and was available for any club members needs and wants, just as long as she knows her place. Beverly doesn't know why Mark and the guys keep her around, but she does come in handy for sexual distractions when trying to get information on rival gang members.



"I don't know, Kristen." Beverly responded with an edge to her voice, causing Kristen to roll her blue eyes.



"No need to get snappy I just asked a simple question."



Beverly sighed and rubbed her forehead in irritation. "Don't you have somewhere to be Kristen? Like on your knees or something?"



Kristen narrowed her eyes and walked off. Beverly watched her walk out of the clubhouse and shook her head and began to take a sip from her glass of vodka martini. While sipping her drink from her glass, she watched the door of the conference room.



The gang was having what they called, "church". It was club meeting on varies subjects, but one subject in particular that everyone liked was revenge and gang wars.



"Baby girl, I pretty sure that door ain't going nowhere." Beverly heard, Hunter Jones say from behind as he was puring himself a drink. Hunter was Deadman Inc.'s oldest member, currently at the age of sixty-four, he has seen it all and done it all. Due to family reasons and old age, Hunter passesd the position of the club's president down to Mark, whom was like a son to him. Hunter was one of the first people to accept Mark and Beverly's relationship, while everyone else thought Beverly was too prissy to be a "biker's chick". Now, Hunter works behind the bar, serving drinks and giving the bikers advice on various things.



Beverly took her attention off of the door and turned around to face Hunter. "I know."



"Then why are staring it down like it owes you money."



Beverly smiled. "Or probably because the guy behind it owes me an explanation."



"Oh...What did Mark do now?"



"It's not what he has done. It's what he isn't doing."



"And that is?"



"He won't tell me about the war that's about to go down with the Freebirds and he won't tell me anything. It's so fustrating."



"Hmm...Maybe it's his way of protecting you."



"He doesn't need to protect me. I'm tough, I can handle myself. Mark knows that."



"Mark does, but he has his reasons to why he doesn't you to know about what he's about to do. It's for the better, if you sit down and really think about it."



Beverly smiled a little bit. Maybe Hunter was right, maybe Mark really did have his reasons. Maybe she was reading to much into this whole thing. "You know I hate it when you're right."



"I know, but sometimes I just need to be." Hunter said as the door of the conference room opened, signaling that the meeting was over.



"Hunter, I'll be right back." Beverly said, getting up from the bar stool and walking towards conference room. Stepping inside, Beverly saw Mark still sitting at the table, with his head in his hands. Quietly closing the door behind her, Beverly silently walked over towards him. Taking a seat on the table next to him, Beverly gave Mark a little poke to get his attention.



Mark looked up and his emerald green eyes looked into her chocolate brown ones and he said. "Bev, I don't have the time for..."



Beverly put her hand up to stop Mark from going any further. "I know and I just want to say that, I'm sorry. I did some thinking and did some talking to Hunter and I realized that your not saying anything for my own good.I know that you care about me and want to protect me. And I thank you for that."



Mark smirked and leaned back in his chair. He gave Beverly an amused look and pulled her by the end of her shirt and pulled her towards him. Beverly smiled and straddled his lap. "Your welcome. And thank you for understanding. I think you should stay away from this as much as possible."



Beverly gave him a small smile. Same ol' Mark, trying to protect Beverly at all cost, no matter what it took.
Beverly leaned in and placed a soft kiss upon Mark's lips. As she and Mark shared a passionate, lustful kiss, Beverly felt Mark's large hands slowly slide up her thighs and disappear under her skirt. Beverly moaned when she felt Mark's thumb brush over her sensitive flesh.



"Mark..." Beverly trailed off, moaning, which caused Mark to chuckle. He had Beverly right where he wanted her. He had all of the control.



Mark's lips moved from Beverly's lips, towards her neck. He roughly bit down and sucked on it, leaving his mark. Marking his territory.



While leaving his markings on Beverly's smooth brown skin, Mark roughly ripped the underwear off of Beverly, growling as he did it. Which caused Beverly moans to grow a little louder.



Unzipping his jeans, Mark pulled out his large manhood and swiftly plunged it inside of Beverly. From the sudden contact, Beverly gripped Mark's shoulders and threw her head back and let out a loud satisfied sigh. Mark placed his hands firmly on her hips and slowly began to move Beverly back and forth against him.



Beverly tangled her fingers in Mark's hair, kissing him, while Mark began to pulled her shirt up over her head and tossing it onto the ground.



Moving his lips from Beverly's neck, Mark began to place gentle kisses in between Beverly's breasts, causing Beverly to arch her back, giving Mark better access. Mark felt Beverly's walls began to close in around him, signaling that she was close to losing control, he groaned in satisfaction.



Just as they were about to both lose control, Mark and Beverly heard a knock on the door, but they ignored it. But the knocks became more frequent and soon the door swung open, causing Mark and Beverly to stop what they were doing. Their heads snapped towards the door and saw a surprised and embarassed, Frankie Wright, standing there. Frankie was the nerdy computer whiz of the gang. If anyone needed a background check or anything else computer related, Frankie was the one to go to.



Mark cursed under his breath.



"I...um...Mark, I'm...so sorry, but I got the information you needed." And with that said, a terrified Frankie shut the door. Mark and Beverly stared at the door for a moment, before Mark was ready to continue what they've started.



"Now, where we?" Asked Mark, leaning in to kiss Beverly on the lips, but she stopped him.



"Nope! You have business to attend to...But maybe later on tonight we can finish what we've started." Beverly said, seductively before walking out of the room.



Beverly may have seemed that she had forgot about the brewing war between Deadman Inc. and the Freebirds, but she didn't. She just decided to give it a rest for now. But deep in Beverly's heart she knew that it wasn't going to be pretty.