Chapter seven
Maze
After I left the café and Zarah, I took Faith to the clubhouse so they Old Ladies could fuss over her while I did some work in the garage.
Pres was cool enough to give me a few days to adjust to my new life but now I was feeling antsy about not being under a car and bend over a bike fixing something.
I worked for a few hours and helped the boys catch up on the Christmas rush. Everyone wants their oil changed and tires and brakes checked right before Christmas.
Now we are sitting around church going over plans for the Christmas gifts drop off. I have a mug of coffee in my hand and not the usual bottle beer, for some reason the thought of driving with alcohol in my system and having Faith in the car with me doesn’t seem all that appealing anymore.
“Dyson, what are the numbers looking like for gifts for the kids?” Pres asks my VP.
“Good, really fucking good. We have over three-hundred toys, ranging from teddies for the babies, to Nerf guns and remote-control cars for the boys and bracelet making and pinkie gadgets and things for the girls. Also, thanks to Gen, we now have a bunch of salons that have donated hair and nail appointments for the women, and some spa days. For the men, the golf club have donated some rounds. If they don’t like golf, we have go karts vouchers also. ”
“So, all in all a good fucking collection then.” Suedes add, looking pleased as chips at the sound of a chit ton of gifts ready to go.
“Fucking-A.” Court pipes in from his seat. “Sabrina said that nurses have a thankless job so these gifts will mean so much to them all, not only them but the kids and the parents who are going this shit time. They need some cheering up, ya know.”
“That’s the plan, brother.” Ace adds.
“Now Maze, we need to sort out a Santa costume for you and an Elf costume for Z. Are you too on talking terms or is she still pissed at you?” this comes from Pres as he smokes his cigar.
I grin at him and lean forward in my chair, placing my arm flat on the table before speaking.
Ace glares at me but I grin wider because I know he is warning me from hurting his sister-in-law without actually saying anything.
He adores her and will hurt anyone who hurts her, but I never plan too.
I have said it once and I will say it again, it is strange as fuck how quick your life can change, and you have to take life by the horns and ride that fucker until your last breath is taken.
“We are good. She is coming over to mine after work and we are going to talk and look for costumes.”
“Nothing sexy, Maze. Well not for the hospital anyway?” Dyson winks at me and I laugh.
“Hey, fuckface that is my sister-in-law you are talking about. There will be no fucking sexy time with Z and Maze. He is a fucking whore. She deserves better than that.” Ace growls and the smile drops from my face as I swing my gaze to him.
How mother-fucking-dare he, say who I can and cannot have sex with.
“She is a fucking adult, Ace. She is your sister-in-law not your fucking sister or your daughter. Since when do we cockblock each other anyway?” I spit out and climb to my feet and lean my palms on the table looking him in the eye and continue.
“She will be mine, brother with or without your approval. I will treat her like she is a fucking Queen. I never thought I would take an Old Lady, never wanted one, but then Faith got handed to me and everything was put into prospective. Shagging around isn’t good for her, I want her to have a solid mother figure in her life since her mum was taken from her.
” I take a deep breath and sit back down, calming my breathing and anger.
“You all have your Old Ladies, your families and you have digs at me time and time again about settling down and finding the right woman, well I have, and she is fucking perfect Old Lady material. She knows the way of the club. I want Zarah, plain and fucking simple and I am gong to get her, brother.”
My gaze is still locked on Ace’s, his face doesn’t give anything away, he’s like a fucking stone. Bastard. No-one says anything and the silence is building to a point where you can cut the atmosphere with a knife, then he speaks.
“Okay.” Is all Ace says. Fucking ‘okay.’ What the fuck?
“What do you mean, ‘okay’?” I edge but Ace just shrugs his shoulders.
“Maze, you are a good man. You respect women, they know what they are getting into with you. I have seen you around the Old Ladies, you never disrespect them, you care for them, each and every one of them and the same goes for our kids. I just wanted to see how serious you was about pursuing Zarah, because come on, brother it was just a few days ago that you were fucking that piece we saw doing the walk of shame.”
Hang my head and taking a deep breath, before taking my seat again I look over to Ace, who is looking at me with a fraction of a smile.
“I know. Wanting more from now on.” I say and leave it at that.
“Okay, that enough of the lady talk. Maze treat her good and we be all good here, brother. Now onto this year’s club Christmas party.” Suede changes the subject after his little threat to me.
Dyson rubs his hands together and looks around the table at us. Oh, fuck God help what is about to come out of this fuckers mouth.
“I say we have a family party then the Old Ladies can leave and then we have a party, ya feel me. I’m talking strippers, dressed like naughty Santa’s little helpers, elves, snowmen, and so on.” His smile is wide and infectious, but I can see that everyone likes to keep their balls intact.
“I would love to see how Jamie reacts to this little info, brother.” EC tells him smiling. For a split-second Dysons smile faulters but he regains it, shaking his head.
“Hey, what happens in the clubhouse stays in the club house, you all know that.” He replies.
“Dyson, are you seriously saying that we should risk our lives and yes I mean that literally. I mean have you seen my Old Lady when she is pissed. She is Welsh, brother and has a mean streak a mile fucking long, plus, I like my balls attached to my body and I think you do too.” Court adds.
“I have two to keep happy, not risking me not getting my dick wet for some chick to flash her tits and arse at me, sorry brother, not happening.” EC jumps in.
Hell, even I know that Jamie will rip his balls from his body and shove them down his throat, if he even so much as smiles at another woman that isn’t family.
“I am on board for a brothers Christmas party, but brother, is it really worth risking it? Plus, I am trying to build something here with Zarah,”
Dyson sighs and sits back in his chair like a petulant child but nods his head.
“I wasn’t saying that we cheat is anything like that.
It would just be nice to really let lose for a night, ya know, we are working our arses off trying to clear the Christmas rush in the garage, getting to Gift drive ready.
Jamie is rushed off her feet at the Silver Bowl and is tired most night, too tired to fuck.
I have blue balls for fucks sake.” He pouts and yes, he is actually pouting. Poor bastard.
“Just swing your cock in her direction, I am sure she will take it for a ride, this is Jamie we are talking about, Dyson. She loves your dick, hell she tells my Old Lady, about your kinky ways in bed,” Batch tells the room.
“True, my woman does love her kinky shit.” Dyson replies.
The boys snicker around the table and we get talking about a Christmas party here with all the families sand some friends that come and visit.
The clubhouse is already decorated for Christmas, Lola and the girls brought in a ten-foot Christmas tree, and miles and miles of lights and wreaths that are strewn all over the place.
Don’t get me wrong it looks amazing, classy, not tacky.
The kids love it, they play under the lights and listen to the Christmas music that is played and don’t get me started on the Christmas films they watch, who fucking knew that kids Christmas films could be kinda good. Some as funny as hell.
We finish up church and we all sit around talking about what everyone is buying their woman for Christmas and my gut sinks because I have no fucking clue what to buy Zarah, or even if I should buy her, I mean we are new and she might thing I am a dick for moving too fast. I chuckle to myself at the moving too fast part.
Of course, I am moving too fast, I am a fucking biker for fucks sake.
We do our own speed.