CHAPTER TWENTY
-:- MAV -:-
The date night was great, nothing untoward happened and I’m more than thankful for that fact. Blake and I talked a lot about our past, what we wanted for the moment, and for the future.
Blake has a great personality, and she is amusing once she feels comfortable with you. I like her more than a little and the more the evening went on, the more I felt she was my one.
I snagged us a booth when we arrived and it was positioned so we could watch people dancing and yet be close to the bar. Blake wasn’t hungry, so we didn’t bother with a meal, and she only had the one drink before sticking with coke. I had two beers and took my time with them because I did not want to get drunk.
Meat and Star were all themed up, of course. They were in 1920s garb. If I’m honest, they both looked damn good too. Blake thought it was great and asked if there was a theme night where she could dress up too. Now, that piqued my curiosity, but pleased me she would join in with the fun.
Dancing, I made sure every opportunity I got I placed my hands on her, showing everyone in this place that she was with me and mine. Ruger and Sting gave me a chin lift and a smirk when they saw me guiding Blake back to our booth. But I flicked them a middle finger when Blake wasn’t looking, which had them both laughing like fools.
The best part of the evening for me was when we arrived back at Blake’s. I made no effort to go inside, even when she invited me in. I told her we’d take it slow, and that I wanted to show her I’m committed to having a relationship with her.
Taking her face between my hands, I tilted her head back and slowly lowered my face until our lips met. I made sure to nip, suck and lick every part of her lips and mouth. By the time I was finished, Blake was glassy-eyed and had a gorgeous rosy-hue on her cheeks.
I told her I’d see her on the weekend as she works evenings, and I am on Club Whisky door duty all week. I also have to fit in this sparring with Garth. But I can’t wait for the weekend.
Snapping to attention, I realize I’m not listening to what is being said in church. “Are you with us now, Mav? Or still got your mind on something else?”
All the brothers are looking at me and have fucking smirks on their faces. Being caught daydreaming is not going to be forgotten any time in the near future. Axel will make sure to keep this in his, take the piss armory .
“I’m good, Pres,” is all that I manage, before noticing everyone has a tiny pencil behind their ear. My eyes flick to BS to see if he has noticed, and yeah, he has because he has his arms folded over his chest and giving everyone the stink eye.
Forest, who is sitting near me, is chuckling and points to the pencil behind his ear. “This has come in handy, BS. But it’s a fucker to stay in place. Maybe you have big flapping ears, you know, to hold the pencil to your head.”
Before BS can answer, Forest’s pencil falls from behind his ear, which he catches with one hand, sighs and pops it back in place. But gives a look to BS that says, what can you do!
Everyone has a laugh over it, except for BS, of course, but Pres pulls everyone into line when he’s stopped chuckling himself, mind you.
“Okay, let’s get to it. BS, what do you have to report?” Axel’s not wasting any time and getting right to it.
BS, after giving everyone a filthy look, takes the pencil from behind his ear which has brothers chuckling. He takes out his small notepad too and starts to speak. “I have been to every business we own and spoken to each and every employee. Some mentioned they had seen strangers in town, but they had seen nothing to spark a sense of danger, or anything to be worried about.
“But they had overheard gossip of women disappearing from town, mainly young women. Teenagers that had no solid family support. In other words, easy targets. We missed the fact that women were going missing because they were from places where no one cared. It sickens me. Oh, Lucas and his friends from the wood-yard also beat up some creep looking in a young woman's window. I’m sure the fucker won’t be doing that again.”
Buzz taps with his knuckles on the table in front of him, gaining everyone’s attention, “I spoke with Graham, well he contacted me to give me the info on the men Vitale took over. By the way, Pres, you fought well. Vitale has a black eye, split lip and is limping by all accounts.”
The room, of course, gossips about the fight between Axel and Vitale, but as I look at Axel, I shake my head because he’s smirking like a fool. No wonder the twins are hellions!
“Okay, let me finish,” Buzz continues, “Vitale didn’t even question them once he verified they were Milanas men. He quickly gave them all a bullet between their eyes and left them for Nell to feed to the gators.
“Graham told me that the teenagers we rescued are rehoused, re-homed, or whatever, in safe places far away from here. They are going to be fine and are having counseling sessions. Graham said Nell was more than happy with where the teenagers are and how they will be looked after.”
“I’m closely watching the women that frequent the club. I’ve all the staff onboard too. They know any sign of anything out of the ordinary they tell me, or whoever is on door duty,” Silver states.
Beer follows that statement, “I’ve done the same at TJs, and I’m telling you if I get my hands on one of these fuckers trying to date rape drug a woman I’ll have him in the back of my truck unconscious and I’ll take him somewhere quiet to rip him apart. I’ll even borrow Meat’s cleaver to do it.”
Hearing a grunt, we all turn to look at Meat who is giving Beer a nod that’s saying he can have a cleaver if he wants one.
“I’ll come and give you a hand, Beer. I’d be all over ripping some asshole to bits for raping women. They are not men. They are cowards and the age of some of these girls makes them pedo’s too.” I add to the conversation, which has everyone muttering agreement.
“Okay, keep your eyes and ears peeled. From what I understand, Vitale is close to grabbing Mark Milanas, and when he does, I’m thinking we could do a deal with Nell to swoop in and steal the fucker. We can take him out ourselves and bury him deep, after we’ve had our fun with him.” Axel has that manic look, but it’s the fact he wants to steal Vitale’s prize that has me chuckling. They are becoming more competitive all the time, but I also see, even after the fight, they both have respect for each other. It’s a kind of quiet alliance, I believe, and if shit hits the fan, it could be we are good allies for each other.
“Anything else?” Pres asks and Knuckles quickly speaks.
“I’ve heard the fighter deaths have increased. The betting on these matches has gotten out of hand, but of course it’s Milanas behind all this shit. We’ll take out the fuckers on the fight night as I’ve been speaking to my contacts and I know who’s involved now. All of us involved in the fight will target a man and make sure we end them. You all in with this? If not, we need to change fighters.”
“I’m up for it,” I quickly respond.
Chaos is bouncing in his seat, grinning at Wings, who is sitting further away from him. “Oh, I’ll take mine out, no worries. I can take Wings one out too, because you know he’s squeamish.”
“Squeamish, what the fuck, Chaos?” Wings snarls.
“We all know you’d rather play with your gadgets like the bee drones,” Chaos continues just to annoy Wings.
“Fuck you, arsehole,” Wings snaps, and when Meat chuckles we all realize he said arsehole, and not asshole.
“Organize that between yourselves,” Axel states, tapping the desk to stop the squabbling that Chaos and Wings have going on.
“The fight is two weeks from today,” Colton reports. “Mav is going to be sparring with Garth, and everyone else I have different brothers stepping up to help. Target has given Fist a few pointers and BS has shown Wings how to dodge a southpaw’s hook. On the whole, we have everything under control, and I’m sure we can add to taking out a few assholes while we are at it.”
“I’d like to bring up the subject of bringing Garth into the brotherhood. He’s stepped up every time we’ve asked him to. I know he said originally that he wasn’t interested, but I think we can get him as a brother, and he’d be a hell of a good one.” I keep my eyes on Axel, because I’m sure he’s thought the same as me.
“I reckon it would be a good move. He’s prior military, so a good all-round man. He’s jumped in as Mav has stated whenever we’ve asked him. He’s doing door duty now at TJs and Club Whisky. I know you spoke to Sentry about that Mav, and he was okay with you having the help from Garth. He’s also married and settled with his wife. Hannah I’ve met, and she’s a good person. She fit into the Swap Shop easily. Do you have any issue with her, or Garth, Sentry?” Axel asks.
“No, they are both good people. Hannah works hard when she is at the shop. If I ask her to do extra hours, she is willing. Garth stands at the door or patrols the shop without particularly being seen. He has a hell of an ability to be a shadow when needed. He just melts into the background and I’ve seen women with kids come into the shop and not even notice him from the moment they walk in to the moment they walk out. I’d be happy to have him as a brother in the club.”
“Mav, speak to Garth then get back to me. I don’t want to put this to a vote until I know if he is interested or not. It would be a waste of time. Our bylaws also state that if anyone denies brotherhood once they are never given the opportunity a second time. Let’s be sure before his name is put to the table,” Axel states, then quickly plants the gavel on the table and dismisses everyone.