“Okay, I’m gonna call Amanda. We have some biology to do, and she needs help.” She hopped off the barstool, then headed upstairs to her room.
My mind stayed on Dr. Hestia Basil for another moment. The only Hestia Basil that I knew was from theMt. O Riders. I knew of her, but I didn’t know her personally. I’d have to do a little digging on who seemed to be my daughter’s new favorite person.
A Very Little Time Later
A Little Digging Never Hurt . . .
“Man, Bones, please tell me that you’re lying. I know she didn’t do that shit.” I could barely get my words out because of my laughter.
I was at theKing of Kings(KOK)clubhouse, chilling with my people. When I moved to Charlotte, I met Aaron Cooper at a fundraiser event for an organization that worked with individuals who needed cochlear implants but needed financial aid. His daughter was deaf.
We talked about investments before we got into the topic of motorcycles. That was when he introduced me toKOK. He invited me to a few events, and eventually, I joined the club. As luck would have it, their treasurer moved out of the country, and I was asked to take his place. I told them to trust me and allow me to make investments. In one quarter, I doubled the club’s assets. Earlier this year, I was elected to be the national treasurer, and I was also the strategic advisor.
Bones took his shot, then slammed the shot glass on the bar. When his eyes met mine, I knew that he wasn’t bullshitting. “Bread, I walked in this heifer’s house, and she had her vital organs drawn on her body. I don’t know who the hell did that shit for her, but I don’t like them. She gonna say, she wants to be able to show me what organ I tap when I’m fuckin’ her. I swear that I can’t make this shit up.”
He pulled out his phone, tapped on the screen, then slid the phone on the bar my way. I picked the phone up and stared at the screen. He was serious. She really had organs drawn on her body.
Zachary “Bones” Jacobs was the county medical examiner. We became friends shortly after I started to hang at the club. He was a cool ass dude. “What did you do?”
His eyes tightened. “I promised God that I would never entertain anyone under the age of thirty-five. I thought I was safe because she was twenty-nine. When she pointed to her small intestine and said that my dick hit there the other night, I knew it was time to go. Bitch, no one has enough dick for that.”
My head fell back as I roared with laughter. Bones had the best date stories. “You are the reason that I don’t feel bad about being single. All I care about is making this bread and my baby girl. Speaking of which, she started this mentoring program recently. Do you know Dr. Hestia Basil?”
“You know her too. That’s Zeus’s sister. She’s aMt. O,” he told me.
I nodded. “I thought so. You know Eloise wants to be a surgeon. Dr. Basil is her mentor. My baby girl loves her ass.”
“Oh, the Basils are solid as fuck. Our clubs had a real rocky history some years back. It worked itself out.” He took a sip of the beer that was in front of him.
I heard about the club’s past. Aaron told me about it himself, which I respected. He didn’t have to, but he wanted me to hear it from him rather than a half story from someone else.
“Okay, cool. I’ll assume that she’s going to theDrag The Streets. I want to chop it up with her because my daughter loves her.”
He gave me this funny look. “Oh, okay. Yeah, she’s gonna be there. You know we’re co-sponsoring the event with them this year.”
I knew that based on my job as the treasurer. I never gave too much thought to it. “Good, then I’ll see her there.”
I did a little bit of research on Dr. Hestia Basil the night that my daughter told me about her. Professionally, she was a very impressive woman, but I wanted to see past that. There wasn’t any mention of her direct connection toMount Olympus Riders, which didn’t surprise me. Many individuals in motorcycle clubs did not directly connect themselves to them, depending on their profession. I wasn’t naive to the fact that certain activities happened under the table in the illegal arena. It was for that reason that distance was made for certain individuals, for the reason of plausible deniability.
To know that she has a direct lineage to the founder of the bike club that she was a member of was interesting. Based on what Eloise said, it made me want to know more about her. Anyone that my daughter held in such a high regard, I wanted to know more about.
A Short Time Later
Drag The Streets . . .
This was my firstDrag The Streets. Last year, I had my daughter the weekend of the event, so I took her on vacation. This weekend, she was in Atlanta with her mother.
Her mother’s situation seemed to have deteriorated over the years from the little that my daughter had told me. When she brought it up, I listened long enough to ascertain whether that nigga mistreated my daughter in any way or manhandled Melanie. Yes, Melanie and I weren’t together, but that did not mean that I would tolerate a man physically abusing her. Anything that was detrimental to her was detrimental to my daughter.
I’d heard that this event was the event to be at, whether you were a part of a club or not. The number of people out here that were not in a club was astronomical. There were multiple clubs out here tonight, including clubs that were not from the city of Charlotte. This event was organized much like tailgates. If you wanted a spot on the line, you paid for it.
Each participant paid $2,500 to enter a race. The house got 10 percent of the pot, then the winner took the rest. From the house pot, 30 percent went to the organizers and the rest to charity. This year, we had seventy-five races. We had to add two hours to the event and find a different location that provided more street access in essence.
“I’m going to have to card these hos tonight.” Bones pulled me out of my thoughts. “The old ones look young, and the young ones look old. I don’t know who the hell is who.”
There was no way that I would play with him tonight. One of the big reasons that Bones and I clicked the way we did was because of our background. Both of us grew up underprivileged with hardworking parents. We both had our years when we hung around with the wrong crowd. Our fathers got us together asthey should have. Once we got it together and locked into what we wanted to do in life, we thrived.
“Bread. Bones. What’s going on, brothers?” Aaron asked as he walked up hand in hand with his wife, Gracie.
