Chapter 3
Wrath
I can’t tell by the expression on Millie’s face how she takes the news about Tawny and Athena. Her expression doesn't change, and her voice remains even.
“If you don’t mind my asking, how did you become a doll for the Kings? And the two of you are in a relationship with each other? How does that work?”
Good girl. She’s asking questions instead of assuming. That’s another box checked for wifey material. Not that she didn’t already check every box for my fantasy woman.
“Tawny and I are a couple. We’re both bisexual and don’t consider sleeping with men cheating if the other knows about it,” Athena begins.
“We don’t sleep with other women. But we will play with other women in each other’s presence,” Tawny finishes.
“Define play?” Millie asks.
“Above the waist stuff,” Athena says with a smile.
Millie nods her head.
“As for why we became dolls,” Tawny says.
“We both like sex with men, but don’t want relationships. The club provides an apartment and pays our college tuition,” Athena adds.
“That makes sense. To be honest, I’ve always wondered. You hear such horrible rumors about motorcycle clubs. I know from Nay that the Kings are good guys. I know her story. Maybe I’m just a nosey bitch,” Millie finishes with a laugh.
Tawny and Athena laugh. “We don’t mind. Thanks for not judging.”
“Not my place to judge,” Millie says with a smile. “Do you two want to help us eat all of this? I may have gone overboard.”
“We could use a break,” Tawny says.
We spend the next half an hour talking and eating before the dolls excuse themselves.
“I should really get back to helping, too.”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Gambit says over the loudspeakers.
I turn my attention to the stage and my President. Willow sits back down.
“My beautiful wife has the name of our winner and grand prize.”
The crowd cheers and roars. When they handed you a card, it was noted down at each stop. Stormy steps up to the mic. She waves a clipboard.
“We’ve put together all your hands. The winner with a royal flush is Wrath.”
I hear Millie gasp. I smile at her and stand up to make my way to the stage.
“Congrats, Wrath.”
“Thank you, Nightingale.”
Before she can question the nickname, I head to the stage. The crowd cheers. My brothers are the loudest, of course. I wait until the cheering dies down to a dull roar.
“Thank you, Lady Luck and the Voodoo Kings.”
The crowd roars again.
“I’d like to donate my winnings to hiring a second nurse for Artemis Outreach.”
This time, amid the cheering, Nay takes the stage. She throws her arms around my neck and gives me a big hug. Papa growls. She smiles.
“Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure. After my recent stay in the hospital, I know now more than ever how much the outreach is needed.”
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It is early evening before we wrap up the charity portion of the event. I catch up with Millie again.
“Hey girl, do you want to come to the after party at the clubhouse?”
She smiles at me. “Sure, I’d love to. I’ve been wanting to see the clubhouse.”
“How about riding with me? I can bring you back later to get your cage.”
“Cage?” she asks with a laugh.
“We call any vehicle, not a motorcycle, a cage. We call our bikes or motorcycles sleds.”
“This vest?” She says, touching my name patch.
“A cut.”
“How did you get your name?”
“When I was a teenager, I brought down the “Wrath of God” on a rapist. At least that’s what the cop told the judge, who let me off with twenty hours of community service.”
“On behalf of women everywhere, thank you.”
I smile at her. “You’re welcome, Nightingale. Are you ready to go?
“I need to grab my jacket and purse from the trunk of the car.”
“Lead the way, my lady,” I say with a mock bow.
I offer her my arm. She takes it and points to where her car is parked. We walk over and she retrieves the keys from her pocket and opens the truck. After she gets her purse and jacket, we head to the trike.
“My club brother, Brick, let me borrow his trike for today. He thought it would be easier with my recovery.”
“That’s very thoughtful of him and a good idea.”
I put Willow’s helmet on Millie and strap it on her before putting my own on and climbing on the trike. Willow went to the clubhouse early with Nola. Who knows what those two are cooking up? After I help her on, I give her basic instructions then explain the difference between how she’d ride a trike and a regular sled. She slides her arms around me and holds on tight as we make the drive to the clubhouse. Traffic around the square is congested, but it’s smooth sailing after that.
I park the trike in the sled garage. Many of our brothers have more than one bike. They keep whatever they’re not riding in here. I see Millie’s eyes widen when she takes off her helmet and looks around.
“A lot of chrome.”
I chuckle. “It is at that.”
“I can’t believe this place and I have seen little other than the gate and the outside of the clubhouse.”
“I’m a lucky son of a bitch. I get to live in this place.”
“Is that gate bulletproof?”
“That gate can take a direct impact from a small rocket launcher.”
“Seriously? That’s all kinds of holy shit.”
I chuckle again. The more I’m around her, the more I smile and laugh. Slow your roll, Wade. You don’t want to scare her off.
“Let’s get some food and drinks. Then I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“Our theme for the day seems to be eating,” she says with a smile.
“I have to feed all these muscles, you know.”
“I do. I don’t compete, but I do work out and I understand you need to eat every few hours to maintain your muscle mass.”
“That’s right. I’ve been eating extra protein to help with healing.”
“Looks like it’s working well,” she says with a wink.
I reach for her hand. When she doesn’t draw it back, I thread my fingers with hers and lead us into the compound. I’d put her around five foot-eight, which makes me nearly a foot taller than she is. I mean, mug a few bikers as we make our way through the crowd. She’s not marked, but she’s mine.