CHAPTER EIGHT
-:- MAV -:-
It’s halfway through the week already, and we’ve learned no more about the date rape assholes than we did last week. Walking into BS’ office, I lean against the wall, because he’s on the phone with someone and it looks serious. I wait quietly, and after giving me a chin lift he continues with the, ‘Yeah’, ‘Okay’, ‘Where?’.
Folding my arms, I allow my mind to wander while I wait for him to finish his call. I’m wondering who that woman was that I saved from falling a couple of days past. She was a stunner, that’s for sure.
“You want to come into town with me, Mav? I’ve got a man to see about a dog,” BS states, giving me a chin lift to follow him out of the office.
Walking behind BS as we head through the common room, I turn to look at Mia, who has called my name. “Mav!”
“Yeah, what’s up?” I ask as I pause before walking out the front door.
“Next week the twins start kindergarten, you know, since they had their birthday and are all grown up.” Mia has fuckin’ tears in her eyes…is she kidding? They are five, not leaving home! Now I may be an underground fighter, bouncer, and prior military, but I’m not brave enough to take Mia on.
“And?” I ask, because I have no idea what she is getting at.
“Well, I’m putting you on duty to travel with me to and from kindergarten with the twins.” Mia is looking at me with what can only be described as caution.
“If you need me to be an escort, that is not a problem. Just give me the times and I’ll arrange everything around that duty.” Now, I can see her take a sigh of relief, and she gives me a tremulous smile. “Why didn’t you ask Meat?”
“Well, he’s busy with his modifications to the treehouse. He would have done it as he is their godfather, and he spends a lot of time with them. Between you and me, Mav, I think that’s why they are such little shits.” Mia has a scrunched up nose at the last of her comments, and I know she’s trying her best to bring the boys up decent and well-behaved. But, you know, let’s be honest, they are living most of the time in a clubhouse. There is not a hope of them being perfect kids, they are always going to be hellions.
“I can do it, Mia. It’ll do them good to mix with other kids and get away from the clubhouse.”
“COME ON, MAV, WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!”
Before walking out the door, I give Mia a kiss on the top of her head and a quick hug. Then scramble fast as I see Axel heading our way.
Later, I’m sitting astride my hog, I watch BS speaking with a young woman. She doesn’t look like she lives on the street, too well dressed and clean. The woman is flinging her arms around as she speaks, and I see she has tears in her eyes. Something has gone on with her, but I’m not close enough to overhear their conversation.
I scan the street while BS is busy, and notice a dodgy fucker watching from the corner of a building. I step off my hog, stretch as though I’m pulling my back into line, and before anyone knows what’s going to happen I’m off, sprinting towards the fucker who is standing with his mouth gaping open in shock at my sudden move.
Turning, he starts to run, but I’m already in full stride, and I’m damn fit, training every week on multiple days. I can outrun most of the brothers, as I have an easy pumping action with my arms and legs working in harmony.
I’m nearly at him when a van pulls up, and he throws himself into the side door, which is open, and the vehicle shoots away. I jog to a halt, but not before I notice there is no license plate on the van, so no way to find it, or who owns it.
Back at my hog, BS is sitting astride his, waiting. “What was all that about? I was getting ready to follow you.”
“Fuckin’ hell, BS, I nearly had him. But a van pulled up, and the weasel threw himself into it and they were gone. No plates either.”
“Come on, let’s get back to the clubhouse ‘cause I need to speak with Pres.” BS fires up his girl, and I’m only a minute behind him.
Back at the clubhouse, I follow BS into the office and take a stance beside the door. I listen to the conversation between them but keep quiet as I’ve nothing to add to what is being said.
“Miranda was approached by a sleazy asshole as she came out of the grocery store. He asked her for a date, and she turned him down. He followed her to her car and said next time she was at Club Whisky she’d be calling a different tune.”
BS’ comment catches my attention because that shows something vile is about to happen. “I’m going to speak to the bar staff, bring Silver up-to-date, and see if we can catch this fucker. If it’s the one I chased, then I know what he looks like.”
“Who did you chase?” Axel asks, and I fill him in on what occurred while I was waiting for BS to finish speaking to Miranda.
“BS, fill in Silver and Beer. Make sure all bar staff, including servers and kitchen staff, know what the fuck is going on. We need to catch this bastard and bring him down. If he thinks he can come into our businesses and start shit, he’s got another think coming, and a deadly one!” Axel snarls, and both myself and BS know that is our president speaking and we best make it happen.
“I’m at Club Whisky tonight on duty, but I’ll ask Knuckles to come along. Colton is over at TJs as we are giving him more responsibility, where we are not looking over his shoulder,” I chuckle because I know it’s hard for Colton not to get into a temper at the least little thing, but he has improved of late.
“Okay, you get Knuckles on board, and I’ll speak to Ruger, Sting, and Brag. They’ve been moaning of late that they are bored,” BS grins, then continues, “I’ll speak to Graham too, see if he wants in on a little action.”
“Good idea, BS. Find out how the date night went for Nell and Vitale while you’re at it.” Axel laughs, and both BS and I know that Nell is bound to have caused some form of trouble on the date night.
Walking into the kitchen after I have arranged for Knuckles to come with me to Club Whisky in the evening, I overhear Bitty speaking to Mia, along with Amelia and Sybil.
“That bitch is trying to stitch Blake up. I just know it. I’ve got Specs looking at the DNA report. How much you want to bet it’s fake?” Bitty snips.
“I’m not betting because we all know what Yax is like. She’s the image of her mother, and she was the most horrible of women. I was pleased when she left town and we all know that was because two wives were after her blood for messing with their husbands,” Amelia calmly adds to the conversation as she sips her herb tea.
Mia, I notice, is taking all this in, like a sponge that needs water. “So, you’re saying that this Yax person is pretending that the boy is Blake's husband's child when he isn’t? And that he’s dead, so she’s trying to squeeze the widow for money?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Bitty nods and looks at Mia expectantly. I also notice that Sybil and Amelia are looking at Mia in the same way.
“We need to get the girl gang on board with this. It stinks, and we’ve not had a mission for a while, so let’s give Bitty’s friend a helping hand.” Mia grins, hugs the Stooges, then rushes out of the kitchen.
Bitty holds her hand in the air, and to my shock Amelia and Sybil high-five with her, and walk away grinning as though to say, ‘Mission accomplished’.
I’m not getting involved in this shit, but I wonder if it’s the same woman who I rescued from the fall? I’m sure she said her name was Blake…
Hearing shouting, I head out the kitchen door and walk towards the treehouse. Now, I don’t know if something has annoyed Meat, but he’s walking around with a fuckin’ G-string on and nothing else. Looking around, I search the area to see if Star is anywhere in sight, but not seeing her, I make my way over to Meat and Star's home.
Knocking on the door, I shout, “Star, you home?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” Star asks as she opens the front door.
“What’s goin’ on with, Meat? He’s walking around the treehouse with only a G-string on.”
Star rolls her eyes, then storms past me mumbling about treehouses don’t have nurseries, and she’s not even pregnant, so who needs a nursery, anyway? ‘Oh,’ I think to myself and decide it’s not worth the hassle to get involved, so jog over to the clubhouse and disappear into the kitchen once more.
“What’s going on?” Mia asks as she looks up from where she’s feeding Summer.
“Meat wants to build a treehouse nursery. Star doesn’t want one because she’s not even pregnant.” I keep walking because I don’t want to get involved in Meat’s issues, because he could get you hung, drawn and quartered without trying.
Thinking back to when Meat first came to the MC, I can’t hold back the smirk. He would walk around that treehouse for hours naked, with a weapon on his shoulder at the ready for whatever may occur. Axel would spend half his time covering Mia’s eyes with his hand. It was amusing, as she’d do all she could to get a good look.
Later that evening, Knuckles is standing beside me at the door of Club Whisky. We are looking at everyone, whether man or woman, for any sign of shiftiness. Turning to speak to Knuckles, who is staring at a middle-aged man who is chatting up a young woman.
“See anything?” I ask.
“Nope. I’ve been watching that asshole, but he’s made no attempt to touch her drink, even when she turned to speak to her friends.” Knuckles responds.
“Did you speak to Silver?” I ask as I notice Dylon and Sherman on the bar talking quietly to each other.
“BS did earlier, so he knows what’s going on. The staff have been informed and will watch closely. Silver is going to ask about more doormen, so we have time out with this going on.” Knuckles turns and gives the group of men a look over as they line up to enter the club. Checking pockets and giving them the low-down on anything they see looks suspicious to let us know.
The rest of the evening goes smoothly, and it seems whoever is running this date rape gang may know we are on to them. That’s good if they get out of town and stay out. They can move states, but if we find out where they are, we’ll quickly inform the nearest MC to them, and what they are doing. I’m positive someone or some MC will catch up with these fuckers, given time.