I think she just might.
Chapter 5
Vex
“We got Church!” Saint yells at the top of his lungs, making me drop the cage I’ve been wrangling with.
When we first left Eden’s Keep we bounced around a little before realizing that we were naturals when it came to the bayou and alligator conservation. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a weird career to fall into, but it worked. Our actual gator rescue is set up around 80 miles away but with us prospecting for the DRMC and now based here on the outskirts of Adonner, we had to leave the business in the care of three of our young cousins from the Keep. They were kicked out not long before Blanche shut down the whole operation, so getting them on their feet was a priority for me and my brothers. We’ve been there, done that and got the t-shirts so not only is our business in safe hands, but it can be used to help the MC and be part of the chain we have to help our rescues. Meaning, me and my brothers can focus on the Keep. While the MC brothers have been busy getting the BBQ Shack, the bait shop and the bar up and running, me, Saint and Omen have been working on the back shed. What used to be a forgotten part of Eden’s Keep has now been tricked out witheverything a gator rescue could possibly need thanks to Chewy, our main benefactor. The new clinic sits on the very edge of the property, backing on to the waterways. In time the gators will be able to transition smoothly between our little clinic and the swamp areas. I pick up the gator cage I dropped and drag it into the back storage area, stopping quickly to check in on Blanche’s gator Smiley and our gator Gretchen in their inside enclosures, making sure they’re settling in OK.
“Yo!”
“I heard you!” I yell back at my pain in the ass brother. I mean, shit, Christian has always been annoying, but since he got his patch and his road name it’s like he’s been channeling Rider.
I give him a Jules-worthy stink eye as we mount up on our bikes, making the short ride back to the clubhouse. I park next to Saint and follow Flack and TumTum inside. Saint shoves me just before I reach the Church doors so I backhand him in the junk, wiping the smirk off his face before taking my seat across from Chef, noting that the brother has been looking a little dejected. I raise a brow in concern but he gives me a tight-lipped smile and a subtle head shake. I want to dig deeper. Shit, as Chaplain it’s my job to dig deeper, but I’ll leave it for now. We have more pressing things to attend to if Prez has called Church.
“Saint, ask the prospects to join, yeah?”
Saint stands, walking to the door and poking his head out. Justice strides in, full of purpose. He’s always been like this. Give him a job and he takes shit seriously. Which is in glaring opposition to Damian who comes strolling in behind him like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Thanks for joining us, prospects. Normally you wouldn’t see the inside of Church until you were patched members, but we have a rescue that will need us to all work together.”
I sit up straighter at Dex’s words. I wonder if Loyal has received word of someone? The Keep and what we do here isspread by word of mouth or from various former cult members or abuse victims who have family stuck in bad situations. If someone had made contact then it would be business as usual.
“The DRMC Keep chapter is part of Devil’s Rose MC, out of Rose Grove Texas, for you newbies here,” Dex begins. “Our brothers and sisters in Rose Grove have put time and resources into stopping the skin trade where they can and that includes women and children.”
“Motherfuckers,” Damian growls under his breath.
Huh. I share a look with Sniper before glancing back at Damian. Looks like he may not be all sunshine and roses after all.
“Two of the MC members have been working with the local PD there, and that’s why I’ve called Church,” Prez continues.
“Fox and Nitro got something?” Omen asks.
“Someones,” Prez answers. “Those crooked cops they’re working to put down? One of them has people that need to disappear.”
I nod my head. “What do we need to do?”
“The DRMC are going to use a run here to check in with their newest Chapter as the diversion. So we’ll need accommodation made ready and I guess we should give the prospects a run down on what to expect when the DRMC roll in.” Dex smirks.
We all grin at each other as Flack’s booming laugh echoes through the room. “Buckle up prospects, shit’s about to get crazy up in here.”
* * *
“Wait, so this Chewy woman, she cut off the body parts from one guy, and stuck them in another guy’s anus?” Justice asks,looking a little green.
“Yeah. I’ve seen her do all sorts of shit, but the woman gets results.” I shrug.
“Sounds like she’s a whole mess of fun, cher,” Damian adds, making the bed in the cabin they’re getting ready.
He smooths out the sheet, running his hand over the edge, before karate chopping the end of the sheet under the mattress in an extremely tight looking hospital end.
“What?” he barks, catching me staring. He looks between me, the mattress and then back again.
“Nothing. That’s just a fucking tight looking end there.”
“I bet that’s what you say to all the boys,” he cackles and I roll my eyes. Fucking great, now we got two Rider’s in the Keep Chapter. “With Gramps hiding out in the bayou, Mama now owns a motel in town.”
“Is there anything your mom doesn’t own in Adonner?” Justice asks, fluffing the pillows and throwing them at the head.
