Chapter 15
Jax
B east is at the clubhouse and has eaten breakfast, if that’s what you want to call what the club whores served up. I’m hoping that Alice knows how to whip this place into shape because the domestic side of the club is horrendous. He walks into my office and rubs his chest. “That was just disgusting, given me fuckin’ indigestion with the amount of grease on the plate.”
“I know. I’m going to speak to Alice about getting this place sorted out. Bolt said he asked the old ladies to do some cooking, but they refused. I’m not having that shit happening. They either do something for the clubhouse or they stop using it.”
“Totally agree. You are the president now and you make the rules. If the brothers don’t like the changes, they can move to another chapter or leave the fuckin’ club. Let’s be honest, Jax, if they won’t support the clubhouse, they are not supporting the club and that’s the top and bottom of it.” Beast who I rarely call Pops anymore is giving me an odd look.
“What?” I have to ask.
“What happened at your lunchtime meeting with the brothers?”
Rubbing my neck, I fill him in with the new rules I laid out for the brothers. “I told them all I needed to. But I also said they can leave the club if they don’t like it. But they will lose their end-of-month income if they do. I’m not fuckin’ with them. They’ve been stringing Bolt along for over a year and the more he tried, the worse they were.”
“Well, you do what you have to do, son.” Now, that has me looking up, and the grin on his face tells me a lot of what he’s thinking and what I need to do.
“I will, don’t you worry.”
“I’ve already removed two brothers from being active on any runs. Dime and Stroller. They are both in their seventies and are coming around less and less. But they turn up for church every time, and they attend every function laid on. They are just tired and like sitting on their decking, shooting the breeze together. They actually own a house together, sharing the cost of everything. Oh, and they have a female gardener, cleaner, and even a cook. The lecherous bastards sit watching them working, just enjoying the view, is what they say.
“Christ, I hope I don’t end up like that. I want a woman to cuddle up to and keep me warm at night. Sit on the decking and watch the grandkids playing.”
“Wow, hang on for a minute. No grandkids yet, Pops.”
Beast chuckles as he hauls himself out of his seat. “I’m going to visit Alice with Black. I’ll catch up later.”
Finishing reading the paperwork on my desk, I look up when the office door opens, and Bolt, Gunner, and Lethal step inside. I wait for them to say what they want but they take a seat and relax back, Bolt closes his eyes, Gunner takes out his phone and starts playing a game, and Lethal takes out his knife, twirling it around in his fingers.
Leaning back in my seat, I maintain my blank-faced expression. “What do you three want?”
“Nothin’ Prez. We’re here to watch your back,” Gunner states without looking up from his phone.
“Watch my back in the clubhouse? From what exactly?”
“Psychotic club whores, moody old ladies, raging brothers who are bored, and anyone else.” Lethal adds to the conversation. Bolt chuckles but keeps his eyes closed and his mouth shut.
“Are all three of you good with your positions?” I ask because I know we were all somewhat railroaded.
‘Yeah,’ ‘Yep’, ‘I’m good.’ Nodding because that’s the response I expected from each of them.
“Lethal, I want you to go through every brother's information with Teckie. I want to know if any of them have any suspicious tendencies. We already had one traitor among us. I don’t want another one lying in wait to spring a trap or sell information about the club.”
“On it, Prez.” Lethal replies and leaves the office.
“Gunner, I want you to check out the club whores' rooms because brothers have reported things have gone missing. Like a watch, a roll of cash, and other shit. If we find one of them is stealing, then we make an example of them before kicking them out.”
“Call it done,” Gunner states as he tucks his phone into his cut and walks out of the office, whistling what you can only class as a dreary tune.
“Bolt, you can check out the list on the fridge. See who is supposed to be getting the groceries this week. In fact, check the list and see who has done their allotted chores for the week.”
“Will do,” Bolt quickly leaves the office, quietly closing the door behind him. I see a marked difference in his body language. He’s more relaxed and his shoulders are not drooping. I hope I’m not going to get worn down like he had been.
My phone buzzes and picking it up, I grin because it’s none other than Sting. “Yeah, what you got for me?” I ask as soon as I take the call.
“The dealer is done. You’ll not get any more trouble. His team of assholes are gone for good, if you know what I mean, or they took a healthy interest in relocating to another territory. We are done now. Call us even,” Sting states and I can hear relief in his voice.
“Yeah, I can call us even. But I reckon we can bury the animosity between our clubs. We are better to be allies than enemies.”
I hear muffled talking on the other end of the phone. Sting has obviously put his hand over the speaker of his phone while he has a word with his president.
“We are okay with being allies in the future,” Sting replies, and I can hear relief in his tone.
“Good.” Closing the call because I don’t want to be buddies particularly. I just want us to not be in an all-out war.
Two hours later, I’m parking my hog outside Alice’s Aunt Mais’ house. This has to be done to make sure that Alice finds peace with Mais and her mother, who will be next on my visit list.
Bolt is sitting easily straddling his hog. “You want company?”
Shaking my head, “Nope, I’m good, but if I need you, I’ll whistle.” Now, I’ve the loudest whistle that I think anyone may have heard. It was something I worked on, amusing myself as a teenager, and never lost the knack.
Walking up to the front door, I hammer my fist against the door. When it opens a woman shies back when she sees me, but I don’t care. I pass her and walk into the living room.
“Who are you? What do you want?” The panicking woman screams.
“Calm the fuck down. I’m here to speak with you about your daughter.”
“Melody, is she okay?”
“She’s fine. You know she lied about having a baby, don’t you? She was playing Sacks to fuck Alice up and get information on the club. She was a traitor to the MC because she already had an old man in another club. She was also using ,” said with air-quotes, “which was the ultimate cause of her needing a good amount of cash. But, she’s not our trouble anymore, she’s left town. Taken up a new profession from what I heard. Just wanted you to know there is no point you keep looking here for her. But also you cause Alice any trouble, or even contact her anymore, and I will make sure you leave town and never come back.”
Her mouth is opening and closing, looking very like a goldfish, but I don’t give a shit, I just need my point made. I give her one last look and walk out of the house, giving Bolt a nod that we are moving on.
My next call is to Yvonne. She’ll not be expecting me. I’m positive about that. Black was going to visit her again, but he decided she could kiss his ass, as he didn’t need to know anything she had to say. He is too happy to have his daughter in his life, and he’s so positive that she is his that he’s not even having a DNA test.
Yvonne is as shocked to have me in her home as Mais was, but my thoughts are with and for Alice, not this woman who is supposed to be her mother.
“You listen to me and listen good. I’m Alice's man and I’m telling you that you stay the fuck away from her unless you can be supportive. She is not your cash machine that you can put a card in and ping, the money falls out. You’ve had years living off her hard work, and it's stopped now. You get a fuckin’ job and pay your own mortgage and utilities. She’s done, and I’ll make sure she stays that way.”
“You can’t come here and tell me what to do.” Yvonne throws herself into an armchair with shock written all over her face.
“I can, I will, and I did. I’m the President of the Rampaging Rioters MC and I’ll have the fuckin’ club on you if I need to, so don’t think of pissing me off.”
I don’t hang around for her reply. I walk out and give Bolt a nod that we’re done and quickly straddling my hog. I start her up, rev her a few times to let Yvonne know I’m not kidding around, then take off for the clubhouse.
Walking through to Teckie’s office, I lean on the doorframe, waiting for him to notice.
“I know what you are here for and yes, I have it. You are lucky the woman that makes the cuts always has spares for us, so just has to put the right patch on them.” Grinning, Teckie opens one of the many cabinets in the room and hands me a box. I tip two fingers to my brow and return the smile he’s wearing.
“Thanks, Teckie,” giving him the respect he deserves for getting the cut for me quickly, making sure I can put it on Alice, which will give her respect as well as showing she’s under the club’s protection
Later that evening, after sharing another meal at Alice’s apartment with Beast and Black, we both settle in bed. We are both sitting with our back to the headboard. Alice is reading a romance book with a biker on the front who seems to be called ‘BS’!
I’m reading club reports from each chapter that I have sent to me every week. If I’m going to take over as National President one day I need to be aware of everybody and every chapter.
“Why do you call me Goldie?” Alice asks out of the blue.
Placing the tablet down that I’d been reading from, I swivel to look at her fully. Lifting my hand, I take a piece of her hair and twist it around my finger, then smile. “Well, your hair is a sandy-blonde color, but when the sun hits it just right, it is like spun gold.”
“Oh, that is lovely. I don’t mind you calling me it now. I never thought my hair did that, but I suppose I can’t see my own hair when the sun is on it…” realizing she is waffling, Alice stops talking suddenly while giving me a slightly embarrassed look.
Kissing her nose, I turn to pick up the tablet once more, but Alice stops me by putting her book down and placing one of her hands on each side of my face. Leaning in towards me, she places her mouth over mine, and it’s the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me.
Her lips are soft, welcoming, and open for me to delve my tongue inside. I turn enough as we are kissing to place my hands on her waist, then lift her so she straddles my lap. I’m sure she can feel my erection because it’s as hard as cast iron at this point.
Our kissing becomes somewhat more urgent, and when Alice rakes my skull with her nails, then pulls my hair slightly near the nape, I’m lost. That’s all it takes to take over the kiss and the situation she’s put herself in.
I flip her over and as I’m buck naked, it’s not going to take much to get to the promised land for me. I, however, run my hand up her thigh and grasp the side of the shorts she’s wearing. I pull at just the right place and rip them clean off her body.
“Hang on,” Alice says as she grasps the bottom of the baggy t-shirt she’s wearing and lifts it up and over her head.
Yeah, she’s done for. There is no way we are getting out of this bed until we’re well and truly satisfied.
Satisfied takes four hours, and many positions. I’ve never wanted or needed to be inside a woman as I have with Alice. Her soft moans and squeaks drove me crazy and had me wanting more. I’m thinking I’ll be old and dead by the time I’ve had enough, and not before.
We sleep eventually wrapped around each other, and as I drifted I grinned, listening to the soft snores Alice is making, a sound that I’ll never hear enough of, I’m sure.