CHAPTER FOUR
-:- MAV -:-
Walking into the kitchen I step over to Axel when he gives me the head nod, telling me to get my ass over to him pronto.
“Morning, Prez, Mia.”
“Morning, Mav,” Mia replies while keeping one eye on the twins, and one on Summer, who she is feeding.
“Need you to take the package over to Nell’s with Buzz this morning. No more information came to light, but Target, Buzz and BS are reaching out to our street contacts.” Axel places a piece of toast next to Mia’s mouth, and she takes a bite while keeping her attention on Summer.
“Okay, I can do that. I’m going over to TJs later to speak to some of the regulars, see if they have noticed anything out of the ordinary.”
“You need to speak to Star. She has a huge fan following at TJs. They all think she’s Wonder Woman since she roped Meat.”
Hearing a grunt, I look behind me and see Meat with a twitch in the corner of his mouth. Obviously he heard, and he either agrees that Star roped him, or he roped her, but we’ll never know the truth of it.
Speaking of Star, she walks into the kitchen, sees Meat and heads right for him. We all watch as she jumps into his arms, wrapping herself around him like a monkey before kissing him passionately. He’s holding her up with each of his hands under a butt cheek. Lucky fucker, I can’t help but think to myself.
“God’s sake, Star, it’s breakfast time and I’ve the twins here. Don’t you think I have enough shit on my hands with them, without you showing them stuff like that?” Mia is nearly shouting at Star.
I do notice, however, the twins are taking a keen interest in what their Uncle Meat is doing. I’m not sure I want to know when the little fuckers look at each other with the cutest of smirks on their faces.
Turning back to Axel, I hear a loud bang, and twist back around in time to see the twins standing on the table, Carter wrapped around Hunter like a spider monkey and the fuckers are kissing.
“What the fuck!” Axel bellows while jumping to his feet and grabbing Carter while continuing to shout, “Get the fuck off him.”
Now, Star giggles, Meat grunts and Mia just continues feeding Summer as though nothing untoward is happening. I’m keeping quiet. I know how easy it is to get dragged into shit like this.
Wings struts into the kitchen and grins like a fool, but decides not to comment when Axel shoots him a nasty look while snarling, “Don’t say a fuckin’ word!”
Holding his hands up in a surrendering fashion Wings grabs a plate of breakfast and walks over to a table, but what has me fascinated is Hunter, who is still on the table, but he has his hands on his hips, and a scowl on his face. Now… he’s looking like a miniature version of Axel, but what has me spluttering with laughter is when he cocks his head to one side and loudly proclaims, “Wha the uck…” before grabbing to try to get a hold of Carter.
I walk out leaving any thought of breakfast behind, because honestly, you don’t want to get involved in any of this. I pass Amelia and Sybil giving them a chin lift to at least acknowledge them.
An hour later, I’m in the passenger seat of the club van. Buzz is driving and the asshole in the back is going to be meeting his maker very soon. I’m interested to see if Nell feeds him as live meat or dead. She is ruthless when it comes to her work, and with Graham, Tank, and Richie on side she can make any eventuality happen.
“This is gonna be interesting. Fucker in the back is a two-bit player, but he was stupid enough to get involved, so he has to pay for his part in all of this shit.” Buzz turns to look at me, awaiting a response, I’m sure.
“Yeah, I will never understand why a man would want to date rape a woman. If you can’t get a woman fair and square, it tells you that you need to take a long hard look at yourself.”
Chuckling, Buzz replies, “Well, this fucker won’t have time to do that.”
Arriving at Nell’s, we head to the building where Graham will be waiting. Buzz had informed them we were on our way, so he’ll be ready for some fun, I’m sure.
“Let me out of the van and I’ll head inside and speak with Nell.”
Buzz stops the van and I hop out, jogging to the back of the house and the kitchen. The dogs are barking, letting everyone know someone is here, so I know she’ll be waiting for us.
Knocking on the open kitchen door, I step inside and give Nell a smile. She’s making some pastries by the look of it, and the kitchen smells divine. We all know, however, not to mess with Nell when she’s cooking, baking or scheming in the office.
“Hi, Mav. How are you these days? It’s been quite a while since I saw you last.”
“I’m good. What about you? Has that Mafia asshole caught you yet?” I always have a joke with Nell about Vincenzo Vitale.
“No, I keep stringing him along, mind you,” giggling she looks up at me, and that’s when I notice she has a black eye.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I snarl.
“Oscar jumped up and head-butted me in the face. Honestly, he needs to get some finesse. Ajay is far more careful when he’s playing with me. The funny thing was when Oscar hit me, I squealed and Ajay jumped forward, grabbed Oscar by the neck and pinned him down. He didn’t let him go until Oscar peed himself.”
Chuckling as I turn when Richie walks into the kitchen through the back door. “Hi, Mav. You getting the rundown on the black eye? Honestly, Ajay has only just stopped growling at Oscar every time he looks at him.”
I take a seat and watch Nell place the last tray of the two trays of pastries into the oven. Richie starts to clean the kitchen down where Nell has been working, and you can see that they are used to doing this together as they flow around each other without getting in each other’s way.
Nell wipes her hands, then sits across from me, but before I can update her on what I know about the asshole, Buzz walks into the kitchen, gives a nod to Richie before sitting himself next to me.
“Tank has taken the asshole to the holding cells. You do as you like, when you like. He’s a piece of shit that was popping date rape drugs into women’s drinks at bars and clubs around the area. We know the one behind it is Mark Milanas…”
Now, before Buzz can say more, Graham walks into the kitchen, “Fuckin’ Mark Milanas! Well, well, well, he’s filth that needs to be fed to the gators. I’m sure Teeth and Jaws would enjoy a piece of him.”
“You know the fucker?” Buzz asks.
“I know who he is, but I don’t know him personally. He was sent to prison for a while for assaulting a man while he was protecting his wife. Seems the asshole needs to be a dickless dead man.” Graham grins before proceeding, “Oh, wait until I tell Vitale, he’s gonna love this.”
We all watch Graham disappear out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and presumably the office. Nell sighs and as I turn to look at her, Tank steps into the kitchen sporting one hell of a smile.
“What?” Nell asks as she rubs her temples.
“Nothing much, he tried to break free, so I had to teach him it’d take a better man than him to get away from me.” Holding both his fists in the air we can all see the grazes on them, and the blood.
“Graham’s gone to contact Vitale. Why? Who knows! You have beaten the crap out of the prisoner, and I’ve not even seen him yet.” Nell stands, and without another word walks out the back door shouting, ‘Oscar, Ajay, with me.’
Tank chuckles as he takes a seat at the table. “She’s gonna sulk for a while now. I know she wanted to mess with this fucker first, but Graham has been messing with her for a month. He’ll be sorry, he never learns. Bringing Vitale out here is going to earn him a big payback from Nell.”
“Come on, Mav. We’ve gotta get back. I’ve a shit ton of things to get done today.” Buzz throws a soft punch at Tank’s shoulder as we pass by him, and I give him a chin lift. As for the asshole, I could give a shit what happens to him.
Reaching the van, both of us come to a halt, and I’m sure our mouths have dropped open in shock, because we are watching Nell chase Graham around the yard swinging a golf club. Now it doesn’t seem to bother him much because he’s cackling like a witch come Halloween.
“Let’s not get involved, Buzz,” I mumble, and his grunt tells me he’s in full agreement.
Later that evening, I’m standing in TJs at the bar watching everyone. I’m looking for anything suspicious is what I’m actually doing. Knuckles saunters over with none other than Gaz. The fighter who has a mark on his back.
“How you doing, Mav?” Gaz asks.
“I’m good. I hear some fucker wants to take you out.”
“So, it seems. I’ve told them I’m not doing any more fights, but they are not taking no for an answer. I’ll be leaving town on Friday of next week. Nothing to stay here for now, and with the threats, it’s time to move on.” Gaz I note is watching everything, and everyone, keeping himself as safe as he can I’m positive.
Colton walks over from where he’d been standing on the door and slaps Gaz on the shoulder. “Hi, how you doing Gaz?”
“Leaving town as soon as I can. My time here is done, but I’m being followed, so can’t jump ship as they say without giving myself away.” Gaz has a pissed off look on his face, and I can totally understand why.
Knuckles leans on the bar next to me and gives Gaz a questioning look. “Prez asks if you want to stay at the clubhouse until next week, and he’ll get you out of town, and the state, if that’s what you need.”
“Actually, if anyone can sneak me to the airport, I’ll get out of here as fast as I can. I have friends in the UK who I’ll stay with for now. They are solid, and I can restart my life with them.” Gaz stiffens as two men enter the bar. Colton, seeing them, walks over and asks them for ID, giving us a flick of his eyes to get Gaz out of here.
“You take him out the back way, Knuckles. I’ll stay here and have Colton’s back. Good luck Gaz, get the fuck gone and stay safe.” I don’t look at either of them as they walk away towards the kitchen. I keep my eyes on the two fuckers that are starting to give Colton a problem.
“I said, no ID and you can’t come in. Now, get the fuck out,” Colton snarls.
“I would listen to him if I were you. We have been teaching Colton here to not lose his temper so fast and stay calm under all circumstances. But that doesn’t include door duty here, or any of the club properties. You know this bar is part of the Raging Barons MC, right?”
“Who gives a shit? You’re just little men playing with bikes,” one of the assholes states, and I look at Colton, shrug my shoulders and head butt the asshole as hard as I can, breaking his nose in the process.
Colton throws his punch and lands it squarely on the other one’s chin, but both myself and Colton turn when we hear, “No, not again, it’s my fucking turn.”
That’s when I step back and allow Fist to step forward and start throwing punches. Since I’m now redundant in this fight, I saunter back to the bar. With my back against the bar, I rest my elbows on it and watch the mayhem that is happening in front of me.
“Oh, that had to hurt,” Helen, who usually works in the kitchen, murmurs from behind the bar.
“Yeah, probably did,” I add, as I had noticed that Colton had punched the broken nose, which has more blood spraying over anyone in the vicinity.
“Why do these women always have to scream? Can’t they just get up and walk away, you know, in an orderly fashion?”
Glancing at Helen who is frowning at the half-clad women who had obviously come tonight to catch themselves a man, and she’s right, they are standing screaming like idiots.
“Hi, Mav.”
Looking to my right where I heard the greeting, I give a broad smile as Kenzie walks up to me. Now, my cousin is one hell of a woman and I’m more than happy she is with Jig. They are a great couple, and I think they are going to have a huge family from the way they’ve been talking. The size of the house Jig is having built says they are aiming for more than one or two kids.
“Hi, Kenz. How you doing? You too, Jig,” I best not leave him out of my saying hi, or he’ll be throwing a tantrum, I’m sure.
“What’s going on? Why are these women screaming?”
“Well, Colton and Fist are having a throw-down with those two assholes. They are not going to be much good when this has finished. That one…” as I point to the one Colton has a stranglehold on, “has a broken nose which has been pummeled, so he’s gonna need some plastic surgery to fix that. The other one Fist is beating on is that one’s friend, and if you look closely, I think Fist just busted his arm.”
Kenzie is frowning as she turns to Jig, “Why don’t you and Mav stop the fighting or take it outside, and I’ll shut up these damn screamers.”
Not waiting for our agreement Kenzie rushes over to the table of women and bellows, “SHUT THE HELL UP!” Much to my surprise they actually do shut up, look at Kenz as though she is crazy. When one opens her mouth to scream again, Kenz moves fast and she has her finger nearly poking the woman’s eye out. I can’t hear what she’s saying now, but the woman steps back while all the color drains from her face.
Jig helps drag the two assholes outside and I stay as I am, again looking over my shoulder when Helen speaks. “Boy, there is never a dull moment here.”
She could be right, I’m thinking. But I’m not interested in sticking around for more fun. After the two were taken outside it’s a bust on finding anyone doing anything untoward tonight. I warn Helen to watch for anything shady, and when she agrees, I give her a nod before giving Kenzie a wave as I leave.