Savage clears his throat again. “So, as you know, me and Nat have been together for a long ass time. My plan is to take her on an almost mini-poker run. We’ll stop at different bars and restaurants and at each one I’ll give her a photo from a moment in our relationship or something, I’m yet to work that part out. Then we're going to end up back here where I’ve hired the kids to do something special.”
At the mention of the kids half the room groans, while the other half shivers.
“That’s a fucking good plan, Son. I’m impressed,” Pops says with a nod.
Savage grins. “We could always do the run as a club. It’s up to you fuckers to organise your own surprises for your woman, but we could make the run a charity event.”
“We could use the money for a kickass graduation for Blanche and Lovely’s foundation,” Tav says, looking around the table.
My heart warms that Savage not only is happy to share his plan with the MC, but that the brothers want the money to go to the men and women who are trying to turn their lives around.
“All those in favor?” The ‘ayes’ are unanimous. “We’ll need the single men to ride ahead, help get shit sorted-”
Switch clears his throat. Loudly. “I’ve got Joy. So, I’ll be a little busy.”
We all eye Switch. Since Hitchens is no longer a threat Joy has moved into the little studio on Switch’s property. The brother is sweet on her and I’m proud of the man for moving slowly. It’s in his nature to go balls to the wall, but Joy has had a rough ride so she needs to be treated with kid gloves for a while.
“All good, brother. That leaves Mad Dog, Rider and the prospect. It’s up to each brother to sort his surprise, and I’m sure the Love Pres can help you with ideas.” Each and every brother groans while Pops cackles. “Don’t fuck this up.”
I’m about to beat the wall again when a bang sounds out on the heavy Church door and Niko peeks in. “Sorry Prez, he’s demanding to see you.”
I wave my hand and Niko swings the door open, Sasha, the big blonde fucker, looms behind him.
“I need your help.”
“Roman?” I ask, brow raise, running scenarios in my mind.
“Two words. Valentine's Day.”
Chapter 2
Savage
Iwhistle a jaunty tune as I head home to see my girls. I fucking knew the club would eat up my idea, which is what I needed them to do. I love my woman to distraction, but I fucking know nothing about being romantic and shit. This way I know Marx will get on Rider’s ass and Rider will get all sassy on it and help organize something I could only dream about. Yeah he’ll be a pain in the ass in the run up, but after seeing what he choreographed for Mama Debs last Christmas, I know he’s got this.
I stop abruptly when Cove steps into my path, Elio on one side, Jovie on the other. I look around to make sure it’s only the three of them. Three I can take, but you add in Judge’s Annie-Bella and Jax and then I’ve got a problem.
“Hey kids, what’s up?”
“We’ve had a meeting regarding Operation Love Heart, and we feel that there are some finer details we need to nail down,” Cove starts.
“Right. OK, what are these finer details?” I ask.
“The package we sold you was dinner and flowers. However you have asked for-” Jovie looks down at her notes, “music, candles, chocolates and a kitten with a ring on its collar.”
“While we can provide all those things, it’ll cost ya,” Cove finishes. She looks to Elio, nudging him.
“It’ll cost an extra $375,” he deadpans.
“What the fuck? I mean, fudge? How many candles and shit are you buying?”
“Savage, you have to understand that once the rest of the MC finds out what you’ve got planned, they’ll want in on it. Meaning you lose the exclusivity of your surprise. The extra cost is to cover the extras and we’ll sign a contract so when the rest of the men approach us you know that you have a one of a kind Valentine’s celebration.” Cove smiles, handing over a fully typed, presigned contract with sticky notes indicating where I should sign on the dotted line.
My brow lifts as I read through the contract. It’s pretty fucking impressive. “OK, so the extra cost and this contract means no other fucker can steal my idea?”
“Exactly. They’ll get whatever they come up with, with a little flair from us, of course.” Cove nods, like the fucking business shark she is.
I don’t even think. I just sign it. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? I hand the papers back over to the kids, and watch them skedaddle past me, probably to find another victim. Shrugging, I speed home, thumping up the steps and walking in through my unlocked front door. There’s no real point in worrying about security when you live in a MC compound. Notto mention there’s no club bunnies either so that adds another layer of safety.
