He led Flash out of the room while Maisie and I went about loading up plates.
* * *
Flash
Dad pulled me intohis office down the hall and closed the door behind us. “Where are we with the truck deal?”
I grinned. “Six trucks are coming in three weeks.”
“No shit?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I told you I’d get it done.”
I was a newer patch, and because I was now a full member of the club, I had to contribute to the success of it. We had a diverse group of officers that was made up of our VP, Booker, who was our IT specialist. Our Secretary, Mack, was also our resident counsel, our Treasurer Hawk knew how to find anyone, whether they wanted to be or not, and Flea was our Sergeant. He worked with Dad and ran one of the automotive repair shops in Beaverton.
Our bread and butter was anything with an engine, and the club owned three body shops, two automotive repair, along with a truck-focused shop in Beaverton. This shop catered to big rigs and larger commercial vehicles. Dad had expanded the shops over the years, filling the club’s coffers to record heights.
Dad smiled, laying his hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t doubt you, bud. Just wasn’t expectin’ it all to happen so quick.”
Since the inception of the Dogs of Fire MC, it had been imperative for every club member to be a consistent earner for the MC. It was our belief, that in order for our club to truly be free, we needed to be financially independent as a self-sustained entity. Members were free to earn for themselves as much as they like, as long as they either kicked back personally, or had a business that earned directly for the club. Every brother knew that a financial stake in the game was part of being a Dog.
On the other hand, should a brother lose their job, or have unforeseen medical bills, the Dogs of Fire would be the first to cover their expenses and that of their family. The club coffer was one part emergency fund and one part pension plan.
As our members got older, we made sure they weren’t forgotten or left out in the cold once they were unable to ride. For us, if you were a Dog, you were a Dog for life.
I nodded. “Thanks, Pop. I appreciate that.”
“Okay, let’s get back to the women.”
I chuckled. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
* * *
Tate
“I’m really happy thatyou and Flash have worked things out, darling,” Maisie said.
Flash and his dad were still talking, which meant I’d had time to finish eating and help Maisie with the bulk of the dishes. I smiled, holding my coffee mug with both hands to warm them. “Me too, Maisie. I just wish I hadn’t jumped to conclusions.”
“Been there, done that.”
“Really?”
She chuckled. “Absolutely. I wasn’t very nice to Hatch when we first met.”
“You weren’t? What happened?” I asked, then added, “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“My car broke down right after my hair appointment. Luckily, it happened very close to a mechanic’s shop where Hatch was delivering parts. Hatch got me started again and I went on my way. I thought I’d never see him again but ran into him when I took Poppy to one of Cassidy’s ballet classes.”
“Cassidy Quinn?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Wow.”
“Yes. He joined me and Poppy for pizza after the class and I was so freaked out, I ghosted him. But fate’s a strange thing, and when I was involved in a bad car accident, he once again came to my rescue. Poppy decided we should keep him, and the rest is history.”
I grinned. “He’s pretty awesome.”
