Chapter 8 #2
“I don’t,” he shakes his head, “but I’ll ask the boys. I’ll leave you to the supplier. Have fun being put on hold.”
“Fuck off,” I growl, bundling up a piece of paper and throwing it at his retreating back as his shoulders shake with silent laughter. Fucking little shit, he’d just jinxed me.
I was right. It took me most of the day to get the suppliers’ fuck-up sorted, and to get my shipment expedited at their expense. It was nearing four by the time I was ready to quit, leaving North to close up.
Anticipation thrummed through me at the thought of seeing Angel again, but first I had to find Maverick and ask him to call church.
The ride back to the clubhouse doesn’t take long, and before I know it I’m parking my bike in the parking reserved for brothers.
Getting off, I tip my chin at the brothers that are hanging around, ignore the whores that try to make eye contact and walk straight to Maverick’s office.
I knock on the door, not sure if he had one of the whores in there or not.
“Yo,” he calls out.
Opening the door, I poke my head through the gap. “Yo?” I smirk.
He shrugs. “Why the hell not? Come in brother, what can I do for you?”
Walking into Mav’s office always amuses me. It’s nothing like you’d expect from a biker; instead, it’s kitted out like some rich man’s library. Well, technically Mav is richer than fuck and he likes the finer things in life, but yeah … his office is something else.
I drop into the leather armchair across from his desk, the soft leather hugging my ass as I sink back. They’re pretty damn comfortable.
“You good?” Mav asks, watching me with an amused grin.
“Yep,” I reply returning his grin. “Always forget how comfortable these are until my ass sits in one.”
Mav sniggers, leaning over. He picks up his box of cigars, opens it and offers it to me. Well, fuck. Now I do feel honoured, the bastard is pretty stingy with them.
Selecting one, I lift it to my nose and sniff it, humming when deep, rich earthy notes of cedar, leather and spices fill my nose. It smells phenomenal. “Thanks Pres, I’ll enjoy that later.” I tell him, tucking it in my top pocket under my cut.
“Aw fuck,” he grumbles, proffering the box to me again, “you’d better take one for your sidekick, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Amusement shoots through me again, because he’s not wrong. Roman will complain loudly to anyone who’d listen if he didn’t get one. Taking another, I add it to my pocket with the first one.
“Now,” Maverick settles back in his chair, hands folded over his stomach, looking every inch the rich fuck he is. He may wear biker leather, but we’d all seen him in pictures at those fancy charity dinners he goes to. “What can I do for you Axle?”
Not wanting to beat around the bush, I get right to it, knowing that Angel would more than likely arrive soon if she wasn’t already at my house.
“Couple of things. I’d like to make Angel my Ol’ Lady, she’s moving in tonight. We don’t want to waste any more years, and I need to hire a receptionist for the garage.”
Drumming my fingers on the desk between us, I watch for his reaction as I continue.
“But before all that, I think you need to be aware of why I couldn’t find her. I think it’s important you know before we put the vote forward.”
Maverick looks surprised and loses his lazy devil may care look as he stops lounging and sits up.
Crossing his arms on his desk, he spears me with a hard look.
This is the man who runs this MC like it’s a corporate business.
A dangerous man when he has to be. Often other bikers have treated him as a joke, until they see the ruthless side.
It’s a side he conceals under a veneer of respectability. He’s a dichotomy, my president.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
I do. Leaving nothing out. I’d hate for anything to come back and bite my brothers in the ass, so he needs it all.
When I’m done, he’s silent for a bit before he nods.
“Figured there was a reason. And man, that is a doozy. I’ll call Church tomorrow for the vote.
You can tell the brothers, and it will be up to them.
I don’t think it’s going to be a problem, and I’m not going to tell you that you’re rushing things because we could all see your connection.
Got to say brother, it was something.” His eyes and tone are serious when he next speaks.
“Never understood how you were so certain you’d find her one day, or that you never had another woman for more than a few hours. I get it now though.”
I’m not sure what to say to that. There’s nothing I can say to explain Angel’s and my connection, but it seems our actions spoke louder than words.
“Speak to Mamba about an ad for the receptionist position,” Mav continues, “no need for that to go through church. I’ve had all the brothers who have helped there the last few days tell me that you need help.”
“Thanks, Pres,” I stand. “I’ll see you tomorrow for church. I’ve got a woman to help move in.”
Maverick shakes his head and waves me away. Opening the door, I halt when he calls my name. Looking over my shoulder, I wait, expecting that he wants me to do something. Instead, he surprises me when he says, “Happy for you, brother. We’ll make it official as soon as we can, yeah?”