Moose Chapter 9
I yawned as I stretched before cracking my eyes open. There was muted sunshine trying to force its way through the drapes on the window. A warm, naked body was snuggled up against me. I smiled. Last night had been out of this world. And to wake up this time and have her still with me made my day. We hadn’t worked out the details after my confession of wanting a relationship. We kept having sex, but I knew we’d have to talk about it today.
Rolling over and seeing her so relaxed and sleeping like a baby, I lay there and scanned her room. I wanted to see what it was like. Unlike the little I saw of her kitchen and living space, this was bolder. The walls were white, but her comforter was swirls of gray, black, and red with a small amount of white. Her drapes were red. Bits of decor throughout the room were all those four colors, giving it a feel I wouldn’t object to as a master bedroom color scheme. I feared she’d be one to love the flowery, girly crap. If so, we would have to negotiate. My mom had some more feminine items in our family home, but she didn’t go overboard with it, so Dad hadn’t minded.
I recalled some relatives’ homes where there was an explosion of flowers and pastels. I never wanted to be one of those guys. It was fine in our daughter’s room, just not the whole house. The thought of Zisa and I having a daughter or two jarred me, but not in a bad way. I lay there thinking about our house and kids until I felt her wiggle. Smiling, I glanced over at her.
Her sleepy morning face took a few moments to register I was there. When it did, she gasped and sat up. I smiled. “What? Did you think I’d go slinking off before you woke up?” I teased.
She shoved me and then smacked my chest with her hand. “Shut up. Don’t you dare remind me.”
“Oh hell no, I’m gonna remind you of this for years to come. It’s probably one of the few things I’ll have to hold over your head, whereas you’ll think up a ton for me.”
“Years?” she asked.
“Yeah, years. I guess you’ll have to stop attacking me so we can finish our talk from last night and get started on those years. Do you think you can do that?”
Her answer was to twist my nipple hard, making me yell, before she bounced out of bed and ran for the bathroom. I went charging after her. I heard her giggling on the other side of the door, which she locked. I stood there making rumbling noises until she opened it. I attacked her neck, which made her squeal. When I finally let her go, I went to piss.
“There’s an extra toothbrush for you on the sink. I’m going to make coffee. Do you want some?”
“Of course I do. What do you take me for, a barbarian?” I asked. Her snort told me she did. I’d make her pay for that in a minute.
By the time I was done pissing, brushing my teeth, and had my jeans on, the coffee was done. I stalked across her kitchen and claimed a kiss as my reward before I took a cup.
“There’s creamer in the fridge and sugar on the table.”
“Sugar? Creamer? Goddamn it, woman, I take my coffee like a man, black.
“Hmm, how I like some of my men,” she mused.
She yelped when I slapped her ass hard. “You take yours black and only this one,” I warned her.
She hiked up an eyebrow. “Oh really? I think we need to talk this out first, don’t you?”
“We’ll talk, but it won’t change anything. You and I are together.”
“Demand much? I don’t know what women you’re used to bossing around, but it’s not me.”
“Since I’ve never wanted a woman for myself, this is all for you. We’ll learn together.”
She sat her cup down. “You’ve never been in a relationship? Ever? How is that possible?” She was giving me a disbelieving stare.
“It just is,” I said as I shrugged and took a drink of my coffee. Mmm, score points for her. She could make a good cup of java.
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-five.”
“And in thirty-five years, you’ve never dated a woman? What about as a teenager, at least?”
“Nope.”
“Wow, so you’ve been a manwhore your entire life. That doesn’t make you great boyfriend material, Moose.”
“First, I’m not a boy, and no one said anything about a boyfriend.”
“Then what are you talking about? You’re confusing the fuck out of me,” she grumbled.
“In my world, I’m your old man. Second, haven’t you heard? Manwhores make the best old men, especially reformed biker ones.”
This earned me a smirk, but she didn’t say anything, so I kept going.
“And since you and I are together, you should know my real name and use it, but only when we’re alone. Otherwise, you’ve got to call me Moose. It’s a respect thing in the club.”
Before I could tell her what it was, she interjected. “Who said we’re together? All you’ve done is tell me what we’re doing. You haven’t asked me if I want to be your old lady. And how the hell will that work, assuming we work out and it becomes permanent? You live four hours away in Nebraska. I live here, and my family is here.” I heard traces of panic in her voice.
“Zisa, calm down. We can make this work. I know we have a few things to overcome, but they’re not insurmountable. However, I can tell you right now, you and I are gonna work out as you call it. There’s no other choice.”
“Oh really, and why is that?” she challenged.
“Because it’s the only way we stay sane and happy. I can’t live without you. I’ve tried for the past two weeks. It isn’t possible. And I hope to hell you feel the same. If not, give me time, and you will. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, my name. It’s Arman Kinsley.”
She got up from the seat she’d taken at her small kitchen table. I’d sat down next to her. She moved over and sank down on my lap. Her hands came up to rub my bald head.
“I love your confidence even though it makes you cocky. And your name, damn, let me try it out. Arman, mmm, yea, I do like that,” she purred.
Hearing my name fall from her lips for the first time turned me on. I growled before capturing her mouth. We deeply kissed before she pulled away. I tried to force her back, but she shook her head.
“We can’t get distracted. We let that happen last night. There’s a lot to talk about. One of the biggest issues is how to do this over the distance, and then, assuming we do, how would it work? Would we be an old lady and old man but continue to live apart?”
“There will be no living apart forever. I’ll be lucky if I can stand it in the short term. We’d move in together. Get a house, or more than likely build one. I’d hate to leave the Norfolk chapter of the Regulators, but if you absolutely refuse to move, then I’ll have no choice. The nearest chapter we have in Kansas is in Topeka. I could ask to patch over to it.” Just saying it made my stomach hurt.
“Moose, I mean Arman, I would never want to take you away from your club. You’re a family. I saw that in Frisco.”
“We are, and it would hurt to do it. This only leaves us with the option of you moving, and I know you adore your mom and nieces. It would hurt you to leave them, so that means they’d have to move with us.”
“Arman, there’s no way I could get my mama to move! She’s lived here her whole life. Her jobs are here. And the girls have their friends here. We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Slow down, and let’s work out how we’ll do this long distance first.”
I was about to explain when my phone rang. I would’ve ignored it, but based on the ringtone, I knew it was Carnage calling me. You didn’t ignore your president unless you wanted your ass kicked or worse. Fishing my phone out of my jeans, I answered it after holding up a finger to her.
“Hey Carnage, what’s up?”
“Good, you’re awake. Need you and your woman to meet us for breakfast. Make it quick. They’re starving,” was his greeting.
“Who is they? Where are you?” I asked in confusion. Surely, he wasn’t in Topeka and expecting us to run over there and eat with them. It was a two-hour ride.
“I’m here in Salina. Where else? And I mean Shantel and the girls. I’ll give you an hour, and then we’ll eat without you. I’ll text the name of the place. Zisa will know it. So get your cock out of her and get movin’.” He snickered before hanging up.
Her mouth was hanging open. “Did I hear him right? He wants us to join him, my mama, and the girls for breakfast. Oh, and he thought we were having sex, and you answered!”
My phone chimed with the text. I grinned. “He sure did. Welcome to my world. When your president calls, you answer, even if you’re balls deep in your woman. And if he orders you to come to breakfast, you’d better have one helluva good reason to say no. What that is, I don’t know. No one has had a good one yet. It seems he’s gotten somewhere with your mom.”
She stood up. “Yeah, but how and why?”
As she scurried to the bedroom, I chuckled and followed. I’d leave it up to her to figure out or to have her mom tell her. After last night, I had a feeling Carnage would be making changes in his life, all because of a sassy woman named Shantel. I knew how he felt. These Adams women packed a punch.
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We made it to the restaurant Carnage texted me with ten minutes to spare. It was across town from where they lived. She said it was hands down the best breakfast joint in Salina. She’d texted her mom to ask if they’d be there and got a short yes back. I could tell she was frustrated that Shantel didn’t say more.
I wish we could’ve taken my bike, but since I wanted her protected and I only had one helmet, I held off. I planned to get one after breakfast. If I was here for a few days, I wanted to be able to take her for rides. Instead, I sacrificed my comfort and went in her cage. She allowed me to drive, for which I was grateful. Pulling into the lot of the restaurant, I looked for Carnage’s bike, but I didn’t see it. We must’ve beaten him there.
Walking inside, I was surprised when I heard my name called. Glancing around, I located my president, Shantel, and the smiling girls in a large booth toward the back. We walked over to join them. Her nieces scooted over to create room for us. As Zisa scooted in, I greeted them.
“Morning. I didn’t see your bike. I thought we beat you,” I told him.
“That’s because I rode with Shantel in her cage,” he said, shocking me.
Imani giggled. “They call cars cages, Auntie Z.”
Zisa smiled at her. “I know. Moose drove mine. The poor thing almost cried.”
“I did not,” I denied.
“Carnage looked grumpy. I don’t think he liked it,” Milan added.
“Hey, keep it up, and we’ll see who gets chocolate chips and strawberries on their waffles,” Pres warned them, but he ruined it when he grinned.
The booth was loud with chatter and laughter. We took time to study the menu after getting our drinks and then debating what to have. The females told us what their favorites were. After finally deciding what to get and placing our orders, we settled back to wait. As we did, I watched Carnage and Shantel.
I saw the looks he was casting in her direction. And she was sneaking peeks at him and would blush. I was dying to know what might’ve been said by either or both after we parted last night. Imani and Milan let it slip that he’d shown up on their doorstep early this morning. They were up early because Shantel had to pick them up from their sleepover first thing. He was the one to insist we all go out to breakfast together.
I saw Zisa casting looks at her mom and then Carnage more than a few times. She wore a puzzled expression. If her mom didn’t say something, I’d have to tell Zisa what I thought was happening.
Our food was delivered, and we dug in. It was great. I had a big skillet breakfast full of eggs, potatoes, bacon, sausage, onions, tomatoes, green peppers, and mushrooms. It came with a stack of pancakes and toast. The ladies marveled at our quantity again. Carnage had a similar skillet dish. The two girls got waffles and bacon while their grandma and aunt ate breakfast bowls. I was trying to feed Zisa bites of my pancakes since I didn’t think she’d ordered enough, and she was pushing me away when Carnage called over the waitress.
“What can I get you?” she asked.
“Is there a way to get a big bowl of fruit? Our women like their fruit,” he told her.
“Sure can. I’ll be back in a jiffy with it,” she said before walking off.
He’d known this because Shantel remarked she was the reason Zisa, Milan, and Imani loved fruit as we watched the girls enjoying their strawberries. I caught a sweet smile Shantel gave him. He was leaning over to whisper in her ear when our relaxed, good mood was ruined.
“Well, will you look at this? Seems like a family breakfast. We didn’t get an invitation,” a man’s voice said.
Immediately, both women stiffened while Imani and Milan lowered their heads. All of us turned to find a man and a woman standing close by. The woman was skinny and drawn. Her skin was lackluster, but there were still enough hints of her former beauty for me to recognize she looked like Zisa and her mom. This had to be Zuri. With her was a man who wasn’t in much better shape than her. He had long, greasy blond hair. Both had sores on their faces and track marks on their arms.
“No, you should leave. That’s what you should do,” Shantel said firmly.
“Is that any way to treat your daughter?” the man asked.
“I was addressing you, not Zuri. If she’d like to stay and have breakfast, she’s welcome. After all, you said the keyword, Penn, family,” she fired back.
“Oh, come now, Shantel, as much as you may want to deny it, I am family. Speaking of whose family or not, who are these two bikers? Surely, you shouldn’t be exposing my daughters to unsavory men like them,” he snarked.
“They’re far from unsavory, and since I’m the girls’ guardian, I say who’s acceptable or not for the girls. And you’ve never been part of our family,” Shantel snapped.
“Zuri, what are you doing with him?” Zisa asked.
“I’m her man,” Penn said, not allowing Zuri to answer. She was staring at her family with the saddest expression.
“No, you were. The last we heard, she’d gotten rid of you. But I guess you’ll always turn up like a bad penny. Zu-Zu, please stay and eat with us. He can leave,” Zisa begged her sister.
There was something in Zuri’s eyes that told me she was dying to do it, but he swore, which made her cringe.
“Like fuck she’ll stay! Either it’s both of us or neither. Bunch up, you two,” he told Imani and Milan. They flinched. I’d heard and seen enough, and so had Carnage. As one, we stood, which made us tower over Penn.
“You need to get lost. Zuri, you’re welcome to join us like your mom and sister said,” Carnage spoke first.
“Yeah, you can scoot in over here by your sister,” I added, gesturing to the seat I vacated.
“Who the fuck do you think you are telling my woman to get rid of me and to do something I haven’t given her permission to do?” Penn snapped.
“We think we’re the men who’ll send you on your way if she wants to stay. Now, we can do it easy or hard,” Carnage told him calmly.
Penn shifted his gaze between us. Then he looked first at Zisa, then Shantel. He laughed. “Well, I’ll be damned. It seems all the Adams women are finally selling themselves. How much are they charging? Give it a few years, and those two will be doing the same,” he said, pointing to his daughters.
Fury streaked through me. Based on the roar that came out of Carnage and the gasps of outrage and anger from Zisa and her mom, they were equally infuriated. Carnage and I both stepped toward the useless piece of shit standing there. I’d see if he could say such filth with his jaw wired shut. The thing that saved him from being tossed out of the restaurant on his head was Zuri. She grabbed his arm and tugged on it. She was begging him to go with her. Zisa was pleading with her sister to stay as she had her arms around the girls, holding them close as they cried. Shantel was threatening his life.
Penn was shouting at Zuri. What made him walk out with her clinging to him was a police officer coming in our direction. Just like that, they evaporated. I would’ve chased after them, but I didn’t want to leave the women and kids behind. I figured that was why Carnage didn’t give chase, either. Plus, we’d attracted more than the cop’s attention. Being Sunday morning, there were a lot of customers in there. They were whispering away as they stared at us. Reluctantly, we sat back down. The officer came to a stop next to the booth as we retook our seats.
“Morning. It’s good to see you, Zisa, Mrs. Adams. I see Zuri is back with Penn, and he’s causing trouble as usual. I wish she’d get away from him for good,” the officer said, shaking his head.
“Hello, Marius, it’s nice to see you, too. And I wish she would shake him for good,” Shantel said with a tight smile.
“Good mornin’, Marius,” Zisa said softly. She said it distractedly since she was trying to get the girls to stop crying.
“Zisa, it’s been a long time. Other than this regretful display out of those two, how have things been going for all of you? The girls are a lot bigger than the last time I saw them.”
There was something in the way he said it and stared at Zisa, which clued me in on the fact he had a thing for her. I had no idea if they’d dated or something in the past. I reached over and put my arm around her to show she was mine.
“They have grown, and it has been a while. How’s your mom?” she asked.
“She’s doing good. She asked about you a few weeks back. Said she’d love to see you. Who’re your friends?” he asked as he narrowed his gaze on us.
“This is Carnage, and that’s Moose. Zisa met them through her work and a friend. They’re here for a visit,” Shantel said.
“Devil’s Regulators, I see. Are you with the Topeka chapter or one of the other Kansas ones?” he asked. He couldn’t see the bottom rocker on the back of our cuts. He didn’t appear thrilled at the idea they were with a couple of bikers regardless of which chapter or club we were in. And he really disliked my arm around Zisa. He kept glaring at it, then me. I sent back a faint smirk.
“We’re not with any Kansas chapter. Ours is in Nebraska, although we might pop over to pay the Topeka chapter a visit,” Carnage told him.
“Nebraska? Then how did you meet Zisa through her work?”
“I sell online and don’t just stay at home, Marius. I went to a book event in Texas. My friend’s club and theirs are friends,” Zisa said with a frown.
“Staying long?” he directed at me.
“As long as Zisa will have me, so I’d get used to seeing me,” I said.
“I’m loving the company here, so expect to see me, too,” Carnage chimed in.
An uneasy tension stretched out between us, and it was only broken when our waitress excused herself to sit down a large bowl of fruit and a stack of smaller bowls. Once she did, she asked if she could get us anything else before moving off. This apparently was Marius’s cue to leave.
“I’ll let you get back to your breakfast. Let me know if you have any more trouble from Penn or anyone else. Have a good day. We’ll talk soon, Zisa,” Marius said with a flick of his eyes at me and then back before he walked off. He stopped at the register and took a to-go bag from the hostess after handing her money. As he left, he glanced our way one more time.
I wanted to demand to know who Marius was to Zisa, but this wasn’t the place for it. We returned to eating. Zisa and her mom fussed over the girls, getting them to eat the fruit and putting smiles back on their faces. I felt terrible for them. To have parents like that and to be accosted by them in public. As we were winding down, I thought we should find out what was on the agenda for the day. Was this one of the days she took the kids for her mom?
“What’s on your schedule for today? Something fun, or is this a workday for you?” I asked Shantel.
“Nothing set, and no, I don’t have to work today. Yesterday was to help out a coworker so she could be off for her kid’s birthday,” was her answer.
“How was your sleepover last night?” I asked Milan.
“It was okay, except they didn’t believe us when we told them we went out to dinner last night with you guys. They said we were lying,” Milan informed us.
“They did? Well, we’ll have to see if we can show them they’re wrong. If you don’t have plans, what would you like to do?” I asked.
“You mentioned going to see your chapter in Topeka. Shouldn’t you do that today? If you wait, they’ll be working tomorrow, won’t they?” Shantel asked.
“Some of them might be, but they don’t expect us, so if we don’t go, they won’t be upset,” Carnage told them.
“I wanted to go to the closest motorcycle shop. There’s something I need to pick up. Is there one here in Salina, or do we need to go somewhere else?” I asked.
“I think we have a store here, but not sure what they have. Probably the towns with one that’s closest if we don’t are Junction City or Topeka,” Zisa offered.
“If you don’t have plans, then you should come with us. We might need your opinion on our purchases,” Carnage said before I could.
We ended up debating with them. They thought they’d imposed enough on us. I knew Zisa and I had our talk to finish, but this was almost as important. I had to get to know her family, and her family had to get to know me. It seemed Carnage was of the same mind. They finally agreed, but only after we conceded. Our concession was they paid for breakfast rather than us. We fought them on it, but when they made it a contingency of them going with us, we gave in. I had news. Zisa better savor it. I wouldn’t let it happen often.
While they used the bathroom, Carnage and I decided on where we’d go. We checked on our phones and found where there were stores. They were right. All three towns had them. Rather than go to the one here, we decided to go to Junction City. It was about fifty miles away. If they asked, it was due to them having a larger store and, therefore, more selection. When they rejoined us, we got them out to the vehicles.
“We should all ride together. It doesn’t make sense to take two cars,” I told them.
“We can do that. I would think you guys would want to ride your bikes,” Shantel said.
“We would, but we can sacrifice to ride longer in a cage,” Carnage told her.
“And risk having your heads explode? No, I agree with Mama. Why don’t you ride? We’ll drive. Where are we going?” Zisa asked.
“Junction City has what we need,” I told them.
“Alright, why don’t we head to my house? You can get your bike. Then we’ll stop at Mama’s to pick them up and Carnage since his bike is there,” Zisa suggested. Not having a problem with it, we all readily agreed and were headed that way within minutes. As we drove, Zisa eyed me.
“Don’t think this gets you out of our talk, Arman. We have a lot to figure out, and you’ll leave tomorrow.”
“No, I’m staying for a few days, but yes, we’ll get it all squared away. I promise.”
Before long, we’d stopped, I got my bike, and we went and picked up the rest of our bunch. Carnage and I rode in front of them. Zisa was driving her van. It was a smooth ride. The good weather helped. Pulling into the dealership just over an hour later, I noted it was busy if the parking lot was an indication. We found two open spots next to each other, and after getting our bikes squared away and the ladies out of the van, we headed inside. I fully intended to leave here with a helmet and other safety gear for Zisa.
The way all four were scanning the place, I knew they’d never stepped foot in a motorcycle shop before. Milan and Imani went straight for the bikes, so that’s where we started. Carnage and I took time to give them an idea of some of the different models of bikes. They saw one with a multiple-hued purple paint job that made them go crazy. This led to them asking about ladies riding bikes or if it was only men.
“A lot of ladies ride. Some ride with their men and others ride on their own or both,” Pres explained.
“My cousin, her name is Shain. She has a bike that she rides, and her man, Daredevil, is a rider, and she sometimes gets on his bike with him,” I told them. I took out my phone to show them a picture of Shain on hers.
Of course, we caught the attention of a salesman. When he came over to ask if he could help us, we explained we were just looking and we’d let him know if we needed help. He was one who didn’t hover, thank God. Those were the kind that drove me crazy. After getting their fill of the bikes, we led them to the retail side, where they had boots, helmets, clothing, and more.
I snagged Zisa’s hand and took her over to the section with the helmets. “I want you to try on some of these and find one you like. It needs to be one that’s snug on your head. If you’re gonna be a biker’s woman, you’ve got to ride with me.” I was hoping she wouldn’t say she was too afraid to get on a motorcycle. It wasn’t a deal breaker, but it would be a great disappointment.
“Moose, there’s no need to buy one now. Why don’t we wait?”
“Are you afraid to ride?”
“No, I’m not. I’ve been on a motorcycle before. It’s just been a while.”
Jealousy hit me at her admission that I wouldn’t be her first. “And who the hell have you been on a bike with?” I growled before I thought.
She narrowed her eyes on me. “I don’t like that tone. If you must know, it was a family friend when I was a teenager. Mama grew up with him, and he had a motorcycle. He took us for rides.”
I tugged her against me. “I’m sorry. I was jealous of the thought someone else had you pressed up against them. I want to be the only guy that gets that honor,” I told her.
Carnage and Shantel were close enough that they heard our conversation. Pres was eyeing Shantel. “So I assume you’ve been on this same guy’s bike as well?”
“Yes, I have. Several times. You have a problem with it?” she sassed.
“I do,” he said right before he yanked her to him and kissed her. I heard Zisa gasp. The girls stood there with their mouths hanging open in shock. All I did was grin. I knew he was into her. When he let her go, she was flushed and staring at him, speechless.
“Get over there and find one for yourself. You have no excuse not to ride with me now that I know you’ve been on a bike. Just fair warning though, going forward, you’re only to be on mine, just like she’s only to be on his,” he stated, pointing to Zisa.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Shantel huffed with her hands on her hips.
“We’ll talk about that later when we’re alone. This isn’t the time or place for it. And when you get done with helmets, boots and a jacket are next. Gotta protect you.”
He let go, and I reluctantly let mine go as well. We stood back with our arms crossed and watched. They exchanged looks I couldn’t exactly decipher. I waited for them to revolt against us, but they surprised me when they began to look over the lids. While they were doing that, Carnage pointed to the racks of shirts nearby.
“You two, go see if there’s anything you like over there. You know your sizes?”
“Yes,” Milan answered.
“Good, go see.”
“I knew it. I knew there had to be a reason you insisted on coming with me other than no brother rides alone. If that were the case, then you would’ve had one of the others come with me,” I said quietly to him.
“Goddamn right, this was the reason. I didn’t know what I’d find when we got here, but I had to find out. One look at that woman and I had to meet her. After last night, I went back to the hotel and couldn’t stop thinking about her. I ended up calling her after the girls were gone and asking if I could come over. We talked for a long time.”
“Talked? Or was there more than talking going on? Did you stay the night?”
“That’s none of your business. That’s between us. Just knew after spending all that time with her, she’s definitely on my radar.”
“No disrespect, Pres, but is this just to scratch an itch, or are you thinking something more serious and permanent? Before you punch me, let me finish. Zisa is gonna be my old lady. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make sure of it. That means Shantel and the girls will be part of my family. I don’t want to see them hurt. Shantel is like Zisa, a good woman who you don’t screw a few times and then walk away from.” I was taking my life in my hands by saying it, but it had to be said. I waited for his fist to punch me. If it did, I would defend myself, but I wouldn’t throw the first punch.
He stared daggers at me for several moments before he sighed. “I guess I can’t kill ya for asking when it’s only out of concern, but it does piss me off. You should know I wouldn’t do that to a good woman. She’s had shit luck with men in her life, and it’s left her wary. She told me as much last night. However, I’m not letting it stop me. I’m fifty years old, and I’ve never had a woman affect me the way she does. Besides, I need all the help I can get to corral you hoodlums. Shantel has the spine to do it. She’s a strong-ass woman and would make the perfect president’s old lady. Yours is, too, in case you don’t know.”
I laughed. “Oh, I know it. She’ll keep me on my toes.”
“Yes, they will keep us both on ours. Now, all we gotta do is coax them into having us.”
I groaned. “Well, I’m using sex, and I don’t know what else. Any ideas?”
“Sex is good, but not all it’ll take. Might have to see about spending time with the Topeka chapter. I’ll call Rocky and see if he has a problem with us hanging out there some. If he doesn’t, then we’ll let the rest of the club back home know they’ll have to get along without us for a while.”
I was on board with his plan, so I didn’t object. Rocky was the president of the Topeka Regulators. Excitement was growing inside of me. If Carnage could win over Shantel, then there went the biggest obstacle for me with Zisa. No way Pres would have his woman living four hours away from him. He’d move her and the girls to Norfolk. Things were already going my way.