When everyone quiets from the idea, Bank adds. “I may repeat the punishment.” Now we are all hooting with laughter, and every one of us will check out Marcia’s walking, just to see how wobbly she is.
Saddle taps his knuckles on the table, and when we turn to look at him he smirks. “Ditto.” That’s his signal that Bri had the same treatment. Again, causing amusement amongst the brothers.
Church over and we all walk out heading to whatever we are going to do today. I head out to speak with Andy. He’s got to be my first port of call because telling Molly she’s a kitchen bitch for two weeks I’m sure is going to go down like a ton of bricks. You know, heavy as hell and smashing as it hits the ground.
Knocking on Andy’s assigned room door, I wait for him to open it, or to call come in. “Come in.” I hear and step inside to see Andy sitting near the window, holding his right arm over his torso.
“Hi, Andy,” pointing at his arm, “You hurting bad? I can get you some pain meds.”
“I’ve got some from Jamie, but thanks. I’m waiting for them to kick in, but I never realized cracked ribs would hurt so much.”
“Yeah, they fuckin’ do. I’ve had them twice, and it stops you breathing deep too.”
Chuckling, then stopping quickly as that hurt him, Andy shakes his head. “It’s going to take some getting used to.”
“I want to discuss something with you, Andy.”
Andy settles a little more, then he gives me his full attention. “Okay.”
I sit on the end of the bed, facing Andy. “We discussed your situation in church. The way you helped me was brave, and you didn’t know who I was, or Molly. That shows you are a fuckin’ good person, and we all want to offer you the chance to be a working prospect. Become one of us fully in time, but part of us right now.”
“What does a working prospect mean?”
I expected that question and lean forward a little as I fill him in on what he needs to know. “Prospects usually serve the time doing whatever is asked of them. From being on gate duty, to following the old ladies around the mall, cleaning up messes or anything, as I said. It’s proving themselves to be a good fit for the club. Like probation. But a working prospect is a person who, like yourself has something more to offer. We would open a barber’s shop and you would run it, work in it, and do everything required. We know nothing about running a barber shop. You would earn a percentage of the profits from the shop, and the club would have the rest. The club would purchase a buildingand fit it out, and that is where the club taking a cut comes from.”
I wait for Andy to process what I’ve said, and he looks at me again. “That’s a good deal, Breaker. Where would I live?”
“It depends on the building, but if it has an apartment above, then you could live there. But you would have this room here from the moment you agreed to prospect. You would be able to stay here or in the apartment. That’s how it would always be for any of the businesses we own.” Getting to my feet, I step towards the door. “Think about it, then let me know. But don’t take long. Okay?”
“Okay, Breaker. I’ll let you know later today. I’m going to call my friend from the farm to make sure he is fine. If not, I’ll see if he wants to come here too. If he wants to come here, I’ll have to move out to be with him. We grew up together and are like brothers. He works on the farm as it was the only place that he could live and work.”
“Can he work with you at the barber shop?” I ask because he could be a prospect too.
“Yeah, he’s helped me out a lot in the past.”
“Okay, see if he wants to come. Let me know and I’ll speak with Pres about him being a working prospect too.”
“Thanks, Breaker. I’ll contact him now.”
“What’s his name?” I ask, because I don’t remember it being mentioned.
“Thorn Kincaide,” Andy replies, and something in the back of my mind itches…Kincaide, where have I heard that name before?
Rubbing my hands together, I don’t knock. I open the door and walk into Molly’s room. She jumps to her feet from where she has obviously been sitting and looking out of the window.
“Okay, Molly. Your punishment for sneaking out of the compound, knowing full well that you were not to.” I give her myyou are in for itlook, then continue.
“Look, I’m not a member of this club…”
“No, you are not, but you are under our roof, which makes you under our rules. You were told by me to stay within the compound. That I would find and help you deal with your stepsister. No excuses. Whack has spoken and because you are not an old lady, their punishment detail doesn’t apply to you. You are ordered to be a kitchen bitch for two weeks starting tomorrow morning. As breakfast starts at 6:30 a.m. you will need to be up early and cook breakfast for everyone, and that is everyone. Not a person is going to help you. You cook, clear, clean, shop, and anything else that is needed for kitchen duties.” I watch the expression on Molly’s face go from shocked to annoyed to furious, but she maintains herself well, even though she crosses her arms over her chest and sticks her chin out. When she says nothing, I continue. “You will make sure lunch is prepared, and a full meal is served in the evening at 6:00 p.m. You will clear up from that meal and leave the kitchen spotless before retiring for the day. Are we clear?”
Molly is glaring at me, but fuck me it’s making my cock pay attention. She looks delicious when she’s angry. “Yes, I hear you.”
“Good, and Molly…no funny business with the food or you’ll get something far worse than being a kitchen bitch.” Closing the door quietly behind me as I leave, a huge smirk appears on myface as I hear Molly cursing me from the other side of the door. She’ll make a fine old lady…fuck, where did that thought come from?
CHAPTER 8
*~* Molly *~*
