CHAPTER 7
*~* Breaker *~*
Walking into church, I take my seat at the head table and relax back while we wait for Whack to appear. He’s always the last to enter church unless it’s an urgent meeting. I know we have quite a lot to plow through today, and the brothers look tense. I’m wondering if I’ve missed something?
Griller sitting on my right gives me a nudge. “What’s going on with Molly? Is she going to be here a while?”
Turning my head slowly to give Griller a look that would normally freeze someone in their tracks, it has no effect on him at all. “Don’t look at her, don’t think about her, she’s off fuckin’ limits to all you assholes.”
Chuckling, Griller rubs his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, it’s like that is it?”
“No, it’s not, but she’ll be leaving when we get this mess sorted out, so I don’t want anyone messing with her.” We both turn as we hear Whack, Cannon, and Bull walk into church.
Whack settles into his seat, then looks around at everyone, making sure they stop talking and pay attention.
“Okay, brothers, let's get this meeting underway. First thing we need to speak about is the four assholes we have in the shed. Now, I reckon we should hold them for now as hostages to make the Cobras President sit down and face me. We all know Para is a coward and is sending anyone and everyone to do his dirty work. If he won’t take the sit down, then we send one of his men to him at a time. Letting him see how serious we are.”
Fists bang on tables, and comments fly. Fuck yeah. It’s about time we fucked up the asshole. Taking Breaker called war as far as I see it. Many more comments were slung around, but Whack waits until the brothers calmed and quieted once more.
“Cannon, set up the meet. Take Griller and Breaker if needed, and Breaker keep your head down. You’ll get your moment. I’ll make sure of it.” Whack turns his head and gives me a serious look, to which I nod in thanks.
Cannon taps the table with his knuckles. “Will do, Pres.”
Whack speaks again. “We can do no more until Cannon informs us of the meeting, if there will be one. We all know the mechanic's shop, storage facility, and house flipping are bringing in enough for us to have stepped away from illegal shit. Many of you are looking to settle down soon, and after seeing Bank and Saddle with their old ladies we can see why. Getting us away from the gun runs will be the last part of that. With that in mind, we have one more run to complete. It’s all set up, and the Dark Demonic Demons MC will take our place in the chain from us stepping down.”
“No trouble from us stepping away, Pres?” Bear asks.
“No, as I organized Grazer the President of the Dark Demonic Demons to step in if they were interested. He jumped at the chance, as his club is suffering from lack of cash. Gregory Maine couldn’t complain about us stepping out when I had it covered.
Lazy fucker had nothing to do, so he was okay with it.
” Whack leans back in his seat and waits for any of us to comment further.
When nothing is added, he asks, “We know our financials are good, so let's move on if any of you have something else to discuss.”
“I have a couple of questions, Pres,” I look at him and grin as he nods for me to continue. “Why were officers in the van when I was rescued?”
Cannon, laughs, “Well, the fuckers wouldn’t stay here. They said you are an officer and if you needed rescuing, you know, like some fuckin’ damsel in distress, then they’d be up for it. Of course, although not an officer, Wraith wanted in on the rescue itself.”
I give Wraith a smirk as I remember him opening the van door and blasting the road block. Wraith’s face doesn’t even twitch, but his eyes flick to me for a second before he turns back to the imitation of a rock he’s portraying.
“Okay,” I continue, “what about the syringe Fury was carrying?”
Fury smirks. “Well, you just gotta know the right people.”
Yeah, we all know that Jamie the Doc, and Fury have been bumping uglies of late. But we are all good with that because Jamie is one hell of a doctor, and she never refuses to help us when it’s needed.
“You all know we fetched Andy back here with us from our run. He’s been beaten fairly badly.
Jamie has checked him out and said he needs to give his ribs a chance to heal, but otherwise the rest will be okay fairly quickly.
My worry is the fact he has no family. He stayed away from people because of the shit happening.
What about opening a barber shop and have Andy manage it?
He could be a working prospect?” I’m not even sure why I’m bothered about Andy, but something about him has me wanting to help him.
Winger grabs everyone’s attention. “I don’t know if any of you brothers have bothered to speak with Andy, but he’s a good kid.
He’s young and has been on his own for a long time.
I had a conversation with him, and I like him.
He’d be a good one for the club as he’s already shown he has ethics, and he was willing to put his neck on the line for Breaker, who he didn’t know, or have to help.
I would vote for him to be a working prospect, and I’d be happy to lend a hand getting a shop. ”
Bandit laughs. “Breaker could get his fancy fuckin’ hairdo without having to pay.”
That has everyone laughing at my expense, but fuck ‘em, I like my fancy hairdo. I flip him the bird, which has everyone laughing even more.
“Show of hands to have Andy as a working prospect and open a fuckin’ barber shop.
” Pres throws out, and every hand shoots into the air.
I can see them all thinking about free haircuts.
“Okay, Breaker, speak to Andy and let me know what he wants to do. If he isn’t inclined, then he’ll need to find somewhere else to stay after next week.
I’ll give him that time to heal because he helped you. ”
“Okay, Pres,” I’m thinking that Andy will jump at the chance because he has nothing to go back for. He’ll fit in with us and it’ll become home to him quickly. I’m positive about that.
“Have you punished Molly yet?” Saddle asks with a smirk on his face.
“No, I’m still undecided because she’s not an old lady. It’s difficult to know what is deemed necessary and what is deemed just for the hell of it.” Chuckling at my own reply because honestly I’d love to paddle her ass. “Maybe you should suggest her punishment, Whack?”
“Physical punishment is a no-no with her not being an old lady. But that doesn’t mean she is going to get off easily.
I suggest she be in charge of the kitchen for two weeks with no help whatsoever.
She cooks, clears, cleans, shops, the lot.
The prospects will take her to get groceries, then bring her back.
But she puts them into the truck, takes them out of the truck, and she puts them away.
You get my meaning here?” Whack smirks, and we all know running the kitchen is no fun.
It’s fuckin’ hard work and the club girls make such a mess that Marcia and Bri have had more fights with them about that than anything else.
“Okay, Pres. I’m good with that.” I nod and snort because Molly does not know what is about to hit her.
Zion snorts. “Let’s hope she can cook.” Which has everyone groaning at the thought of more bad cooking. We get enough of that from the club girls.
“While we are discussing Molly, I have been updated about what happened regarding her job. The mayor has been informed by his wife, and from what I heard she is livid. Pens, you know him, go talk to him and see what he’s going to do.
We can decide on any action once we know what he is thinking of doing about the HR and the way Molly was sacked.
It’s disgusting to be truthful that a woman who, from what I hear is held in high regard for her work ethics.
Yet she’s kidnapped and loses her job because of that.
Make it make sense!” Whack looks at Pens, who in turn nods that he’ll do as he's asked.
Bank grabs our attention. “I punished Marcia. You may find her standing around for the next few days.”
Now, we all snort at that because we know he’s paddled her ass and fucked her six ways to Sunday, which isn’t really punishment as such but for us it’s a great one. But for them, it leaves their asses and other places sore as all hell.
When everyone quiets from the idea, Bank adds. “I may repeat the punishment.” Now we are all hooting with laughter, and every one of us will check out Marcia’s walking, just to see how wobbly she is.
Saddle taps his knuckles on the table, and when we turn to look at him he smirks. “Ditto.” That’s his signal that Bri had the same treatment. Again, causing amusement amongst the brothers.
Church over and we all walk out heading to whatever we are going to do today.
I head out to speak with Andy. He’s got to be my first port of call because telling Molly she’s a kitchen bitch for two weeks I’m sure is going to go down like a ton of bricks.
You know, heavy as hell and smashing as it hits the ground.
Knocking on Andy’s assigned room door, I wait for him to open it, or to call come in. “Come in.” I hear and step inside to see Andy sitting near the window, holding his right arm over his torso.
“Hi, Andy,” pointing at his arm, “You hurting bad? I can get you some pain meds.”
“I’ve got some from Jamie, but thanks. I’m waiting for them to kick in, but I never realized cracked ribs would hurt so much.”
“Yeah, they fuckin’ do. I’ve had them twice, and it stops you breathing deep too.”
Chuckling, then stopping quickly as that hurt him, Andy shakes his head. “It’s going to take some getting used to.”
“I want to discuss something with you, Andy.”
Andy settles a little more, then he gives me his full attention. “Okay.”
I sit on the end of the bed, facing Andy.
“We discussed your situation in church. The way you helped me was brave, and you didn’t know who I was, or Molly.
That shows you are a fuckin’ good person, and we all want to offer you the chance to be a working prospect.
Become one of us fully in time, but part of us right now. ”
“What does a working prospect mean?”
I expected that question and lean forward a little as I fill him in on what he needs to know.
“Prospects usually serve the time doing whatever is asked of them. From being on gate duty, to following the old ladies around the mall, cleaning up messes or anything, as I said. It’s proving themselves to be a good fit for the club.
Like probation. But a working prospect is a person who, like yourself has something more to offer.
We would open a barber’s shop and you would run it, work in it, and do everything required.
We know nothing about running a barber shop.
You would earn a percentage of the profits from the shop, and the club would have the rest. The club would purchase a building and fit it out, and that is where the club taking a cut comes from. ”
I wait for Andy to process what I’ve said, and he looks at me again. “That’s a good deal, Breaker. Where would I live?”
“It depends on the building, but if it has an apartment above, then you could live there. But you would have this room here from the moment you agreed to prospect. You would be able to stay here or in the apartment. That’s how it would always be for any of the businesses we own.
” Getting to my feet, I step towards the door.
“Think about it, then let me know. But don’t take long. Okay?”
“Okay, Breaker. I’ll let you know later today.
I’m going to call my friend from the farm to make sure he is fine.
If not, I’ll see if he wants to come here too.
If he wants to come here, I’ll have to move out to be with him.
We grew up together and are like brothers.
He works on the farm as it was the only place that he could live and work. ”
“Can he work with you at the barber shop?” I ask because he could be a prospect too.
“Yeah, he’s helped me out a lot in the past.”
“Okay, see if he wants to come. Let me know and I’ll speak with Pres about him being a working prospect too.”
“Thanks, Breaker. I’ll contact him now.”
“What’s his name?” I ask, because I don’t remember it being mentioned.
“Thorn Kincaide,” Andy replies, and something in the back of my mind itches…Kincaide, where have I heard that name before?
Rubbing my hands together, I don’t knock. I open the door and walk into Molly’s room. She jumps to her feet from where she has obviously been sitting and looking out of the window.
“Okay, Molly. Your punishment for sneaking out of the compound, knowing full well that you were not to.” I give her my you are in for it look, then continue.
“Look, I’m not a member of this club…”
“No, you are not, but you are under our roof, which makes you under our rules. You were told by me to stay within the compound. That I would find and help you deal with your stepsister. No excuses. Whack has spoken and because you are not an old lady, their punishment detail doesn’t apply to you.
You are ordered to be a kitchen bitch for two weeks starting tomorrow morning.
As breakfast starts at 6:30 a.m. you will need to be up early and cook breakfast for everyone, and that is everyone.
Not a person is going to help you. You cook, clear, clean, shop, and anything else that is needed for kitchen duties.
” I watch the expression on Molly’s face go from shocked to annoyed to furious, but she maintains herself well, even though she crosses her arms over her chest and sticks her chin out.
When she says nothing, I continue. “You will make sure lunch is prepared, and a full meal is served in the evening at 6:00 p.m. You will clear up from that meal and leave the kitchen spotless before retiring for the day. Are we clear?”
Molly is glaring at me, but fuck me it’s making my cock pay attention. She looks delicious when she’s angry. “Yes, I hear you.”
“Good, and Molly…no funny business with the food or you’ll get something far worse than being a kitchen bitch.
” Closing the door quietly behind me as I leave, a huge smirk appears on my face as I hear Molly cursing me from the other side of the door.
She’ll make a fine old lady…fuck, where did that thought come from?