We all dapped each other and acknowledged Gracie’s presence as the Queen. It was a confusing premise for other clubs to see the Queen of theKOKswith aMount Olympusvest on that had aKOKQueen patch on it. I respected the fact that she found a middle ground to be loyal to her roots and still have love for her new family.
“Not too much. Enjoying the races and the sights,” I told him. “I knew this was a big event, but seeing it is much different. I think I underestimated what everyone said.”
Aaron chuckled. “That’s not hard to believe. It’s grown tremendously over the years. From the different connections between theMt. Osand theKOKs, it’s brought a new livelihood to this club shit.” He pulled Gracie into his side, then kissed her temple. “Next to my baby girl, Dindi, this was the best connection.”
His wife blushed. “It certainly was.” She lifted her phone that dinged. “Fellas, I’m going to step away for a minute. TheMt. Oladies are heading down the street.”
Aaron gave her a kiss, then smacked her ass as she walked away. She glanced over her shoulder with a wink. From what he told me about his past, he deserved the happiness that he found with Gracie.
Bones pointed his thumb my way. “Speaking ofMt. Oladies, Bread here wants to meet Doc Hestia. She’s his daughter’s mentor.”
Aaron’s brow rose to the face that Bones made after the conclusion of his sentence. “Oh, really? That’s a great program that her and Hera have. Gracie’s daughter, Tara, completed the program with Hera as her mentor. Now Tara is atNorth Carolina Agriculture and Technology University nursing program. I’m surprised you haven’t met Hestia yet.”
I shook my head. “Nah, you know I keep my head down to get this bread for me and everyone around me. I don’t notice people and things until they come into my world. She’s in my world now, so I want to know her.”
Like a perfectly timed stanza over a beat, the roar of motorcycle engines was heard in the near distance. Anyone or thing in the streets moved out of the way. The bike that led the charge was a feminine beauty. The majority color was white with black abstract lines. What made the Ducati stand out even more was the hot pink accents on the bike and wheel rims.
The helmeted woman that rode the bike had a body that spoke for itself; she was thick as hell. Unlike a lot of the females that were out today, she wasn’t dressed like it was strip club amateur night. She wore a pair of fitted, khaki cargo shorts, a black V-neck tee shirt, her club vest, and a pair of all black Js. It was simple. Multiple bikes trailed behind her.
I watched as they rode down the street without a care in the world while everyone who cared about them watched. Once they got to theMt. Osspace which was next to us, they all had spots reserved for them to park. The men stood close in a protective manner, which was to be expected.
“Hey, Bread. You look good tonight.” A voice that I’d rather not hear came from beside me.
If I had to pick the only thing that I didn’t like about theKOK, it would be theKing’s Kitties. It would be one thing if this auxiliary was a group of respectable ladies that had a purpose all their own.They do not.It was literally a group of women who did community service, sucked and fucked the members of the club. The only reason that they did the community service was because they were told if they didn’t, they would no longer be recognized or acknowledged as having any connection toKOK.
From what I knew about the club, there was a time that they didn’t accept female members. That changed in the bylaws a few years ago. You would have thought that they would have disbanded the auxiliary and just joined the club. Nope. They were comfortable with their sucking, fucking, and serving functions.
“Thank you, Sweet Thang.” Yes, she wanted everyone to call her Sweet Thang. I had no idea what her real name was.
When I first got involved with the club, I foolishly entertained her more than I should have. I knew better than to fuck her, but I let her put her mouth on this dick. In her mind, that was the same as if I had put it in her pussy. It took me a few weeks to realize the error of my ways. I cut that shit off quickly.
She was forty-four years old with a pair of jean shorts that looked like a thong and a bra type top. Most would think nothing of it, because her body was amazing. My question was, at what age did class enter the chat? “It’s been a long time.”
She spoke to me, but my eyes stayed on the woman that led the bikes down the street. She finally unmounted her bike and slipped off her helmet. Hestia’s pictures did her absolutely no justice. Without eye contact with Sweet Thang, I responded, “It hasn’t been long enough. Excuse me. I hope you have a nice night.”
I left her there with a look of confusion. She knew that I had no desire to talk to her. My attention turned to Aaron and Bones. It was interesting that Aaron had a nickname, Atomic, but he didn’t go by it. “I’m about to go over here to introduce myself to Hestia.”
Aaron smiled. “Allow me to make the introduction for you. It will make the intro a little easier. She tends to not be a fan of new niggas.”
That piqued my curiosity. Usually when a person didn’t like new niggas, they’d been hurt by an old one. Not to say that wouldmatter much to me. I just wanted to introduce myself as Eloise’s father. “Cool, that works. I’m sure you want to get back near your wife anyway.”
His smile told it all. We walked over to theMt. Os’section. Along the way, we were stopped and greeted by various people. When we got to our destination, Dindi was the first to greet her father with a hug.
“What’s up, old man? Surprised I didn’t see you on the race sheet today. You know you like to push it to the limit,” Zeus said with a smirk.
Aaron chuckled. He lifted his hand to sign, but still verbally spoke his response. “Nah, I decided to leave that to you young ones today.”
It was known that Dindi didn’t turn on her cochlear at this event. From what I’d seen, a majority of theMt. Oslearned sign language from Gracie. It helped when Dindi rode with them. They spoke for a few more minutes, before he spoke to the other brothers. I didn’t need to be introduced to the brothers.
“Hera, Hestia, how are you two doing tonight?” After they confirmed that they were fine, he continued. “I’m not sure if y’all have met Bread. I know y’all know Bones.”
Just A Tad Bit Earlier
Let’s Ride . . .
Drag The Streetswas finally here, and Hestia was here. Tonight, I wasn’t the trauma surgeon that was known for her success rate or my composure under pressure. I was known for my sacred fire that kept theMount Olympus Ridersgrounded.
My parents named me after the goddess Hestia who was the goddess of the hearth. She was the stability that kept the family and the state of the club. It was also befitting that Hestia, according to Greek mythology, refused to marry to be able to focus on her protection of her family. I didn’t necessarily refuse to marry, but marriage seemed to refuse my ass. When Hades got married before me, I knew I was the problem.
