Turning my head slowly to give Griller a look that would normally freeze someone in their tracks, it has no effect on him at all. “Don’t look at her, don’t think about her, she’s off fuckin’ limits to all you assholes.”
Chuckling, Griller rubs his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, it’s like that is it?”
“No, it’s not, but she’ll be leaving when we get this mess sorted out, so I don’t want anyone messing with her.” We both turn as we hear Whack, Cannon, and Bull walk into church.
Whack settles into his seat, then looks around at everyone, making sure they stop talking and pay attention. “Okay, brothers, let's get this meeting underway. First thing we need to speak about is the four assholes we have in the shed. Now, I reckon we should hold them for now as hostages to make the Cobras President sit down and face me. We all know Para is a coward and is sending anyone and everyone to do his dirty work. If he won’t take the sit down, then we send one of his men to him at a time. Letting him see how serious we are.”
Fists bang on tables, and comments fly.Fuck yeah. It’s about time we fucked up the asshole. Taking Breaker called war as far as I see it.Many more comments were slung around, but Whack waits until the brothers calmed and quieted once more.
“Cannon, set up the meet. Take Griller and Breaker if needed, and Breaker keep your head down. You’ll get your moment. I’ll make sure of it.” Whack turns his head and gives me a serious look, to which I nod in thanks.
Cannon taps the table with his knuckles. “Will do, Pres.”
Whack speaks again. “We can do no more until Cannon informs us of the meeting, if there will be one. We all know the mechanic's shop, storage facility, and house flipping are bringing in enough for us to have stepped away from illegal shit. Many of you are looking to settle down soon, and after seeing Bank and Saddle with their old ladies we can see why. Getting us away from the gun runs will be the last part of that. With that in mind, we have one more run to complete. It’s all set up, and theDark Demonic Demons MC will take our place in the chain from us stepping down.”
“No trouble from us stepping away, Pres?” Bear asks.
“No, as I organized Grazer the President of the Dark Demonic Demons to step in if they were interested. He jumped at the chance, as his club is suffering from lack of cash. Gregory Maine couldn’t complain about us stepping out when I had it covered. Lazy fucker had nothing to do, so he was okay with it.” Whack leans back in his seat and waits for any of us to comment further. When nothing is added, he asks, “We know our financials are good, so let's move on if any of you have something else to discuss.”
“I have a couple of questions, Pres,” I look at him and grin as he nods for me to continue. “Why were officers in the van when I was rescued?”
Cannon, laughs, “Well, the fuckers wouldn’t stay here. They said you are an officer and if you needed rescuing, you know, like some fuckin’ damsel in distress, then they’d be up for it. Of course, although not an officer, Wraith wanted in on the rescue itself.”
I give Wraith a smirk as I remember him opening the van door and blasting the road block. Wraith’s face doesn’t even twitch, but his eyes flick to me for a second before he turns back to the imitation of a rock he’s portraying.
“Okay,” I continue, “what about the syringe Fury was carrying?”
Fury smirks. “Well, you just gotta know the right people.”
Yeah, we all know that Jamie the Doc, and Fury have been bumping uglies of late. But we are all good with that becauseJamie is one hell of a doctor, and she never refuses to help us when it’s needed.
“You all know we fetched Andy back here with us from our run. He’s been beaten fairly badly. Jamie has checked him out and said he needs to give his ribs a chance to heal, but otherwise the rest will be okay fairly quickly. My worry is the fact he has no family. He stayed away from people because of the shit happening. What about opening a barber shop and have Andy manage it? He could be a working prospect?” I’m not even sure why I’m bothered about Andy, but something about him has me wanting to help him.
Winger grabs everyone’s attention. “I don’t know if any of you brothers have bothered to speak with Andy, but he’s a good kid. He’s young and has been on his own for a long time. I had a conversation with him, and I like him. He’d be a good one for the club as he’s already shown he has ethics, and he was willing to put his neck on the line for Breaker, who he didn’t know, or have to help. I would vote for him to be a working prospect, and I’d be happy to lend a hand getting a shop.”
Bandit laughs. “Breaker could get his fancy fuckin’ hairdo without having to pay.”
That has everyone laughing at my expense, but fuck ‘em, I like my fancy hairdo. I flip him the bird, which has everyone laughing even more.
“Show of hands to have Andy as a working prospect and open a fuckin’ barber shop.” Pres throws out, and every hand shoots into the air. I can see them all thinking about free haircuts. “Okay, Breaker, speak to Andy and let me know what he wants to do. If he isn’t inclined, then he’ll need to find somewhere elseto stay after next week. I’ll give him that time to heal because he helped you.”
“Okay, Pres,” I’m thinking that Andy will jump at the chance because he has nothing to go back for. He’ll fit in with us and it’ll become home to him quickly. I’m positive about that.
“Have you punished Molly yet?” Saddle asks with a smirk on his face.
“No, I’m still undecided because she’s not an old lady. It’s difficult to know what is deemed necessary and what is deemed just for the hell of it.” Chuckling at my own reply because honestly I’d love to paddle her ass. “Maybe you should suggest her punishment, Whack?”
“Physical punishment is a no-no with her not being an old lady. But that doesn’t mean she is going to get off easily. I suggest she be in charge of the kitchen for two weeks with no help whatsoever. She cooks, clears, cleans, shops, the lot. The prospects will take her to get groceries, then bring her back. But she puts them into the truck, takes them out of the truck, and she puts them away. You get my meaning here?” Whack smirks, and we all know running the kitchen is no fun. It’s fuckin’ hard work and the club girls make such a mess that Marcia and Bri have had more fights with them about that than anything else.
“Okay, Pres. I’m good with that.” I nod and snort because Molly does not know what is about to hit her.
Zion snorts. “Let’s hope she can cook.” Which has everyone groaning at the thought of more bad cooking. We get enough of that from the club girls.
“While we are discussing Molly, I have been updated about what happened regarding her job. The mayor has been informed byhis wife, and from what I heard she is livid. Pens, you know him, go talk to him and see what he’s going to do. We can decide on any action once we know what he is thinking of doing about the HR and the way Molly was sacked. It’s disgusting to be truthful that a woman who, from what I hear is held in high regard for her work ethics. Yet she’s kidnapped and loses her job because of that. Make it make sense!” Whack looks at Pens, who in turn nods that he’ll do as he's asked.
Bank grabs our attention. “I punished Marcia. You may find her standing around for the next few days.”
Now, we all snort at that because we know he’s paddled her ass and fucked her six ways to Sunday, which isn’t really punishment as such but for us it’s a great one. But for them, it leaves their asses and other places sore as all hell.
