Chapter Eight
Asa called SheriffAbe and told him they had Patsy in a cell room.He laughed when he told Abe that Patsy was fessing up to all charges and she promised to tell on her mom and grandpa.To be a witness.Testify in court about their plan of violence from start to finish and ordering her to break into the clubhouse.Seems she had a change of heart now.For some reason she said she wanted to come clean and do the right thing.
They all had dinner and decided to relax a bit.They kept the guards all around the property and watched the cameras, but they wanted to rest before they went out tomorrow to unearth the treasure at last.
They all sat at the tables as per couple.
Mad Dog and Cheyenne, Randi and Stroker, Sami and Steel, Chandler and Samson, they were all comfortable and happy.
Sophie sat with Asa and he looked a bit smitten by her.
The Wolverines wondered about this but they knew better than to stare at the couple or say anything to Asa.No, they were all smarter than that.
Miss Amy sat with Smokey and they really got along.Almost the same age, they both seemed to be involved in a deep conversation.
Rock sat next to Jolene.They seemed to hit it off very well too.Rock had waited on her as he got a dinner plate for her and a drink.
Jolene looked amazed yet again at all the happiness and laughter in the room.At how the men were so kind to the women there.
They all finally got up to do cleanup.The men pitched in and did dishes.
Again, Jolene just seemed to be in shock.
Rock noticed her expression and asked her if she felt okay.
“I feel great but I still cannot fathom how the Wolverines are.”
He cocked his head at her and asked, “Are?”
“Yeah, I don’t mean any insult but you all are bikers, right?”
He laughed.“That isn’t an insult, Jolene.”
She blushed and tried to explain, “I never...”She tried again, “All I’ve ever seen was men who were bossy, mean and controlling.”
He stared at her for a full minute and finally said, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
She slowly shook her head.“I just cannot believe everything I see here.It just cannot be real.”
“Why not?”he asked.“We are called Wolverines because we can fight if we are pushed to it.But we do not fight women or innocent people.”He took his cell phone out and tapped it, then he read the passage he saw there, aloud, “Wolverines, though famously solitary and tough, form family units where females raise kits or babies in dens, often with surprisingly involved paternal care, as males visit to bring food and even guide older offspring in survival skills, challenging their lone-wolf reputation and showing a more complex social side.”He looked up at her and grinned.“See?”
Jolene stared at him and then she laughed.“Ok, ok.So, you all aresweetwolverines.”
He placed his finger to his lips and teased, “Shhh, our president, Asa, might hear you.He wants us to look tough, scary and unrelenting.Like we need to growl a lot and swear a lot.Oh and stomp around like he does.He can’t tolerate being called sweet.”
