CHAPTER SIX
-:- MAV -:-
It’s Saturday morning and I need to get my butt in gear, as I promised Jig I’d help him and Kenzie place furniture in their house. The house is damn awesome, but it needs a lot of furniture. I don’t care about that, it’s the amount of lifting I’m going to be doing to help move all that furniture as it’s delivered that’s worrying me.
Walking into the kitchen, I grab a bowl of oatmeal, toast, and a mug of coffee. Taking a seat near Knuckles and Jo, who are eating quietly, I turn my head as Mia gives an announcement.
“I just want you all to know that the twins are enrolled for kindergarten, and will start next week.” Mia is beaming, and we all know she’s proud of the twins, even though they are hellions now. Before anyone can give congratulations, the twins walk into the kitchen with Amelia behind them. They are both holding a teddy bear, which isn’t at all odd, until they lean them against the wall and start to dry hump them.
Mia squeals, stamps her foot and scans the room, coming to a stop when she looks at Knuckles and Jo. Jo has her head down, trying to look like she’s seen nothing, and it has nothing to do with her at all. Knuckles, however, is grinning at the twins' antics, and to everyone’s amazement he throws his head back, laughing.
Mia isn’t taking this well. She picks up the apple she’d placed next to her plate and throws it at Knuckles, missing him and hitting me on the shoulder. I jump to my feet, hold my hands in a surrendering fashion, and damn, I see Mia picking up anything from the table she can and throwing it. Thankfully, missing me this time.
Jo jumps up from the table and runs out of the back door, leaving Knuckles to his fate. But to be fair, he isn’t worried at all. However, when Axel walks into the kitchen and sees Mia upset, Knuckles scurries out the back door after Jo.
I'm not hanging around here. I grab my dishes, take them to the drainer and leave them, quickly making my way out of the kitchen and over to Jig’s place. It’s got to be safer moving furniture than staying in this kitchen.
As I walk over to Jig’s house I can’t hold back the chuckle as I remember the twins humping the teddy bears. I can just imagine the fuckers are going to be competing when they get older. I’m not sure how Mia is going to survive the twins, but I hope Summer is a sweetie that doesn’t become a rootin’ tootin’ gun-toting redneck.
“Hi, Mav.” I look over to the new house and see Kenzie standing out front waving with the biggest smile on her face. BigDog of course, is next to her, watching for anything he may have to protect his momma from.
“Morning, Kenz.” I give her a hug and mess up the top of her head, which I know irritates the hell out of her. “I advise you to stay out of the clubhouse for now. I’m sure Mia is on the warpath, and keep clear of Knuckles and Jo too…”
“Oh, Jo and Knuckles are here.” Kenzie points over her shoulder towards the front door, and I sigh, knowing if they are caught here, Jig and Kenzie will get roped into the mess.
“What’s wrong?” Kenzie asks, and I whisper in her ear what happened in the kitchen. Looking up at me, I see the grin start to form before a full-on laugh bursts out of her. “Oh, my, I would have paid to see that. Poor Mia, she is going to have her hands full with those two, I’m sure.”
“I don’t think she is going to… I think she already has.” I can’t hold the smirk that forms until I hear grumbling and heavy footsteps behind me. Turning, my eyes widen when Mia is stomping over to us with a fucking cleaver in her hand.
“Come on, Mia, let me make you a chamomile tea.” Kenzie throws her arm around Mia’s shoulders with not a worry about the cleaver, and I stand well away because I don’t want my junk cut off, because Knuckles can’t keep his in his damn pants.
Jig steps out of the front door and gives a cautious look at Mia and Kenzie, but keeps quiet. I think he’s going to survive this, as he gives Mia a smile and steps over to me.
“Don’t ask. Let’s get this furniture moved.” I make my way into the huge cabin, or house, as Kenzie likes to call it, and look to Jig for where we are going to start.
I’m not a bit surprised when Kenzie says she’s going to speak to Heather about getting cleaning help. The place is huge, and going to take some looking after.
The morning passes fast, and I have to admit to myself that although I keep myself fit, I’m pleased to be handing over the afternoon help to Garth, who apparently has today away from work, but was overheard saying so and got himself hogtied to helping here.
I like Garth and the more contact I have around him, the more I think we should drag him in as a brother. I may just bring it up in church.
Later, and after lunch of course, I’m riding into town behind BS, who is going to be visiting the club’s businesses. We are all hoping to hear anything being whispered about women being drugged, and any suspicious people seen around town. Wings, for some reason, jumped onto his hog and tucked in behind me as we left the compound. He was mumbling about being bored, and Chaos was working too many hours to get into any mischief with him. I roll my eyes because honestly, do they think they are still teenagers!
Pulling into the front of the Bespoke Furniture Shop, BS places his helmet on his seat and turns to speak to us both. “You two wait here. Keep your eyes open. If you see anyone that is friendly to the MC ask them if they’ve seen anything.”
Staying astride my hog, I lay my helmet between my legs on the tank. Turning to look at Wings, who I thought was behind me. Well, his hog is, but Wings is walking down the sidewalk, giving winks and smiles to every woman he passes. Sighing, because I know he’s gonna cause trouble.
Nothing unusual going on here. It’s damn boring if I’m honest. Folding my arms across my chest, I continue to watch everyone walking down the sidewalk, going into and out of the shops.
“MAV…MAV…” Turning to look behind me when I hear my name shouted, I frown as I watch Wings sprinting up the sidewalk.
“What’s up?”
“I found out that two women have left town after they were date raped last month. This, it seems, has been going on for longer than we thought. I’m going to keep digging around as I’ve made a few contacts since I got here. Well, me and Chaos. We go to a poker evening once a month at old Benny Bradshaw’s. Surprising what you find out from the older generation. They are more observant than you can imagine.” Wings is snarling and I can understand why because this is showing we were negligent in our observations of the town.
Before I can reply to Wings, BS walks out of the furnishing shop and stands a moment at his hog. “Lucas from the wood supply saw something last week. He called Terry and Jorge to him and followed the guy he had seen peeking into a woman’s window. They cornered him and dragged him into the backyard of old man Gonshaw’s place and beat the fuck out of him. They’ve not seen him around since, but they are keeping ears open for anything.”
“Fuckin’ hell, we’ve been missing shit going on. We need to get to all our people and find these fuckers, take them down and clean up,” I snarl.
BS nods in agreement. “This is the third thing I’ve heard in two days. We need to discuss this in church tomorrow. Find out what Pres wants us to do.”
“I know what I want to do, and that’s feed some fucker his own balls!” Wings straddles his hog, fires her up and takes off before I can even place my helmet on my head.
“He’s a fuckin’ hothead,” BS shakes his head, then looks at me. “But you can bet he’ll find out faster than anyone else what’s going on. He’ll speak to the women he’s been friendly with.”
I chuckle, because Wings is known for his following of women. “They all seem to think he’s someone that needs to settle down. We all know it’s going to take someone like Star to settle Wings down. Can you imagine putting up with his shit on a regular basis?”
BS shakes his head as he smirks. “Oh, it’ll be fun when he finds his woman. I can’t fuckin’ wait.”
Back at the clubhouse I’m grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge when I stop to listen to Mia, who is telling the Three Stooges the twins are going to be starting Kindergarten. Now I can’t help but inwardly smirk because whoever is going to be looking after those two hooligans is going to have a hard time. If I had to describe them, it would be to say they are from the Little Johnny jokes—Yeah, little Johnny one and two!
Sunday and after watching the women’s training session with Chaos, Wings and Meat, I’m surprised to see Graham had joined them. When the fuck did he come here to train with the Ol’ Ladies?
Target takes a seat on the bench next to me, and he’s watching Winter enjoying herself messing with Kenzie. They seem to have gotten themselves into a friendship, and it’s great to see. My cousin deserves happiness, and now her brother and his family are further away she’s sunk into the MC family with enthusiasm.
“I’m going to do a second wave over my informants later. If we need to follow through with anything, you gonna be available?” Target asks, and I turn to look at him, with a raised eyebrow that is clearly asking if he has any doubts. “Okay, okay, sorry. I’m going to check every one of them, and it may take me a few days, but I’ll find each of them.”
Walking into church an hour later, I take my usual seat and relax back, place the ankle of one leg onto the knee of the other and fold my arms across my chest, calmly waiting for Pres to arrive and open the meeting.
Knuckles takes a seat next to me on the left and Colton on the right. I give them both a chin lift but remain in my relaxed position. Colton is buzzing for some reason. You can feel it flowing from him. I give him a fast study but not sure what is going on with him.
“Sit still, Colton.” Knuckles gives him a firm look, which he has to do by leaning back and glaring from across my back.
“I’m trying, but you know I don’t like waiting.” Colton obviously has something going on, but I’m not getting involved unless I have to. Last scheme he dragged me into, we ended up on compound duty for a month, pulling every weed we could find. Axel thought it highly amusing, as he had us doing it in a costume of a Knave that he rented from Lily’s shop.
Pres walks into church with Drag and Buzz behind him. Surprisingly, he also has Graham! Now what the fuck is going on?
Once everyone is settled, the door is closed and Axel picks up the gavel, slamming it down and declaring the meeting open. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to keep using this room as church, because we’ve so many members now that if you don’t get a seat early, you are packed standing against the walls.
Axel speaks, and everyone pays close attention, some leaning forward in their seats. Sentry, I notice, is standing next to the door, obviously living up to his name.
“Okay, first, I’ve looked at all the officers' reports and with nothing particular to give you all, I’d rather we don’t waste time on that. Anyone have a problem with that?” Nobody speaks, so Axel continues. “As you can see, we have Graham in attendance, which is not the norm, but he found out a little more from our friend we took over to Nell’s place. Graham, do you want to fill everyone in?”
“The man was not wanting to give anything extra, but Tank got him talking. It seems this Mark Milanas wants to start himself a trafficking ring. He’s eager to get a full take on how well the date rape drug works. Then he can drug and have his men test out the goods before they are sold on,” Graham is snarling, and anyone can see he’s about ready to burst out of his skin with anger and disgust.
I grit my teeth so hard it is a wonder I don’t crack the molars, but I can hear the disgust and pure rage from my brothers. Colton can’t seem to sit any longer, and he shoots to his feet. “I want in on torturing these fuckers. I’ve heard where two live and I’m ready to drag them to Nell’s and feed the gators a hearty meal.”
Pres shakes his head, looking at Colton. “It’s okay, Colton. You’ll get to share in the fun. Now, take a seat.”
The calm way Pres spoke to Colton has all of us looking at him with more than a little interest. That is not the normal reaction we’d expect from him. However, when you look closely at Axel, the man, and not the Pres, you can see he is past angry and only holding himself together by a thread.
“By next week’s church, I want all the information of who is involved, where they are and when would be the best time to strike. I want this motherfucking Mark taken down, and I’ll hand him to Jaws myself if necessary.” Turning once more Pres looks at Graham. “Anything else?”
“Well, it seems he thinks he is capable of taking down Vitale…” Before Graham can continue, the room is in an uproar, and I mean with laughter. If this idiot wants to push Vitale, I’m more than happy to sit back and watch it happen.
“If you want a piece of Mark, you’ve got to get to him before Vitale does. He is aware now because Nell contacted him last evening and filled him in. To say he wasn’t happy would be an understatement, but he was on top of the world, as somehow, during the conversation, he got Nell to say yes to a date.” Graham throws his head back, laughing, “Honest to goodness, Nell’s face was like a deer caught in the headlights when Vitale quickly cut the call. She hadn’t realized what she had said yes to for a moment, and when she did, she went into cursing mode and stormed outside.”
“You want in if we find this fucker?” Pres asks Graham.
“Of course, so do Richie and Tank. Nell is happy to get rid of the evidence. In fact, she mumbled something about cutting off balls to push into a rectum, and a dick to shove down a throat.” Graham has a lopsided grin on his face at the memory of the incident.
“Graham, keep us updated and we’ll do the same. Buzz and Drag are going to be on top of all the information we get. Come round next week for church and we’ll put everything out for how and what we are going to do.” Pres shakes hands with Graham, and the latter exits church, closing the door quietly behind him.
“I want everyone to get every single thing you can about this asshole, and every one of his men. I don’t care who, or what they are, they are living on borrowed time. Forest, get reports ready to cover our asses, and Chaos do your thing with the ladies to see what they know.” Axel gives Wings a dirty look when he complains he has more women to speak to than Chaos, as the ladies love him more. The bickering begins and everyone enjoys the stress relief it’s achieving. “Anyone got any other business?” Axel asks while hiding the smirk he is struggling to hold back.
“We need to look at the fight ring again. We’ve not had anyone at the underground ring lately, but we helped Gaz get away from them. He’s now in the UK and won’t be coming back. But we need to get into this because I have a feeling this Mark is more than likely trying to recruit men there.” Knuckles is waiting for Pres’ reaction.
“Who are you thinking of going in as a fighter?” Pres asks.
“I’ll do it.” Colton shoots to his feet once more, and once more, I drag him back down.
“Hey, I’ll do it. I’m older than you, and I used to be more involved with it than you, too.” Fist grins, knowing full well he’s annoying shit out of Colton.
Wings speaks out, “I’ll do it. I can take any of the fuckers down.”
“I’ll do it, too, and I’ve been fighting longer than you, Colton,” I snap.
“Yeah, me too,” Chaos adds.
“Fist, Wings, Mav, and Chaos, you’re up. Colton, you pretend to be their manager. Knuckles, you are the support person in any way needed.” Pres is not grinning as he has his eyes on Colton.
“Manager, fuck, yeah… You four have to listen to me now,” Colton chuckles, claps his hands, then rubs them together as though he’s won gold.
“Okay, keep me updated. Fuck off and have a decent day. But by next week I want a full report on everything. This Mark and his band of idiots, and the fighting ring.” Pres smacks the gavel down then points at Knuckles, “Me and you need a conversation in my office about teaching my twins shit that is stressing Mia out.”
Knuckles and all of us know it’s about the incident where the twins were kissing and dry humping. I have to admit I keep having a chuckle each time I think about it.