Finger (Restless Demons MC #1)
Chapter 1
FINGER
I’m having a drink at the local club with Books and Bowie. We are just shooting the breeze at a table near the farthest wall from the door. We need a relaxing evening because it’s been a long week.
“Get away from him,” she snarls, and the three of us snap to our feet and look behind us, but it’s still the fuckin’ wall, nothing or nobody else.
“Lady, what’s going on?” Books asks with a huge scowl on his face.
“That woman knew your mother, and she’s a nasty piece of work, that’s what she is. I said get away from him.” The woman has to be batshit fucking crazy.
We, I have to inform you, are looking at each other, then at the woman, and to the wall. Not one of us knows what the fuck to say to this conversation she’s having with nothing or nobody—well, that we can see at least.
“What’s your name?” I ask the crazy woman, but you know she’s fascinatingly different to any other woman I’ve ever met.
“Priscilla because my mother was crazy about Elvis... I’m sure you get the connection,” rolling her eyes before continuing.
“You can call me Cilla.” Suddenly she points to the right of me and states, “Mother, you are dead, and if I want people to call me Cilla, then that’s what I’m going to do.
What are you gonna do about it, resurrect?
” With that, Cilla laughs before looking back at me.
Books mumbles, “Fuck me!”
“Don’t blaspheme, it’s not nice,” Cilla states firmly while placing her hands on her hips. She appears totally unafraid that she’s in front of three large bikers who could probably snap her neck at a moment's notice.
“Sorry, Cilla,” Books responds like a child who has been reprimanded by his mother.
“Now, begone with you and don’t return, or I’ll have the higher-ups come and get you.
Or better yet, the ones with the nice tails and horns.
” Cilla cackles under her breath right before giving us all a bright smile, then pats Books’ forearm right before stating, “Okay, she’s gone now, everything is fine.
” We don’t have time to say more as she dashes away from us, out the front door of the club, leaving us with our mouths hanging open.
“What the fuck just happened?” Bowie asks bemused, but we don’t have the answer either, so we slowly retake our seats.
Not one of us comments for quite a while because I reckon we are in shock. We’ve seen some shit in our time during our service, but I can’t say I’ve ever seen someone supposedly talk to dead people.
Looking at Books, I can’t help but chuckle, “Wonder who your mother's friend was? I wonder what she wanted to do to you because it looked like Cilla was ready to throw down for you, Books.”
Bowie takes out a small knife and plays the game of rolling it through his fingers.
Something we have all seen him do, but usually it’s because he’s ready to do something drastic.
“If she can see the fuckin’ dead, we’re in trouble brothers, because you know we have some blood on our hands.
” Bowie looks at me, then Books, and we swallow a little harder than normal as we consider what he’s saying.
I have to tell you, we all three keep looking at that damn wall the rest of the evening. My gut reaction is that the woman’s not right in the head, but just in case I decide the next time we come to this club we’ll sit somewhere else.
The next morning, I am standing in the kitchen doorway with my nose curled, because honestly, the place is a mess.
I feel sorry for the club employees we took on to keep the place decent.
Anna and Yvonne clean, while Jo is the cook.
Bessy helps cook or clean. It just depends on what is more urgent.
Anna walks into the kitchen through the back door and comes to a grinding halt.
She doesn’t immediately notice me standing in the doorway to the common area.
“Oh, fucking hell!” Anna says to herself, and you know it looks like she could burst into tears.
“I’m going to get the club women out of their beds to help, Anna,” making her jump when she hears me speak. “You don’t need to always be cleaning up after them. They are here to be useful and not just for their snatch.”
“It is getting tiring, Finger. Coming in day-after-day to the same mess. Why can’t they clean up as they go along.
We do the cooking and most of the hard cleaning, and it wouldn’t hurt them to rinse dishes and fill the dishwasher.
” Anna steps over to the sink, which is overflowing with dishes.
Even the counters are full of dirty mugs and other crockery.
Yvonne rushes into the kitchen, “Sorry I’m late...” She also stops suddenly when eyeing the mess in the kitchen. “Oh, for fuck's sake...”
Yeah, they are both at the end of their wits, and I can’t say as I blame them seeing the mess in here. “Let me get the bitches out here to help.”
Yvonne speaks before Anna has the opportunity. “Finger, get them to do the bathrooms. I’m sick of cleaning up after everyone’s dirty habits. Let the club women do it. They don’t seem to mind what bodily fluids they intake, so let them clean other bodily fluids.”
“What is this about bodily fluids?” Tracker asks as he walks into the kitchen from where I’d just been standing.
Anna steps forward, hands on her hips, and looks at Tracker.
“Pres, we are sick to death of cleaning all the shit up around here.
I mean, shit, you know in the bathrooms. Yvonne and I vote that the club women can clean the bathrooms for a while since they are so eager to get all the brothers' fluids.”
“Oh, those fluids,” Tracker laughs. “Okay, Finger, get the club women on it. Anna and Yvonne can deal with the kitchen, dining room, and common area. The rest you can have the women deal with.”
“Okay, Pres.”
Before I can leave the kitchen to do Tracker's bidding Cap walks into the kitchen. “What no breakfast ready?”
“No. Jo isn’t here yet, and when she comes, she’ll turn around and go home again. She is as sick of this shit as we are,” Yvonne snaps.
“Wow, hold on there. What’s going on?” Cap gives Yvonne his attention before glancing at Anna.
I turn and leave all of them to it because I’m going to get the women out of their beds.
It’s going to cause a ruckus, but I don’t give a shit.
Walking up the corridor to the women’s rooms, I attempt to pass Truck, but he stops me.
“Where are you going in such a rush?” he asks, and I give him a smirk before telling him about the women helping clean bathrooms.
“I’ll do it. I have a more tactful approach than you do.”
Now, that has to be one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard, but I give him a signal to go-ahead.
A minute later he’s opened a bedroom door and I hear squawking from Trix and Daisy who share that bedroom.
A minute after that they are both hauled out of the room by Truck who is pushing them using a hand at the base of their backs.
“Get to it. Pres’ orders, and if you don’t get on with it get packed and get out. ”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me, and Truck gives me a smirk before he opens Rita and Flick’s room, which is the next one along the corridor. I grin to myself as I turn around and head back to the kitchen where hopefully Jo has arrived and started making breakfast.
What I found in the kitchen was the last thing I expected to find. Tracker is standing with his arms folded across his chest. Anna, Yvonne and now Jo are standing watching Cap speak to Cilla. Now how the hell has she got in here?
“Cilla, what are you doing here?” I blurt out as I step closer.
“Oh, hello. You were at the club last night weren’t you? It was your friend who ...”
Cilla is interrupted and spins around to glare at Tracker when he asks, “What do you want? We have things to do.”
“Look, your friend Bono told me to inform you that ZeBach is coming.”
Now, Tracker steps closer to Cilla, and he has that look on his face that tells me Cilla may be close to losing her head because he may just rip it off. I quickly step between them and hold my hand out to stop Tracker. “Hang on, Pres. This woman talks to the dead.”
“Lord have mercy!” Jo blurts as she makes a cross over her face then chest. Yvonne takes the hint and does the same. But Anna just shakes her head. Cap is smirking and I’m thinking shit, I’m not in a good position here.
Pushing past by ducking under my outstretched arm, Cilla speaks to Tracker again.
“Look. It’s up to you whether you believe me or not.
But your friend is worried that someone is coming to hurt you.
” Now, I’m not shocked, but everyone else in the kitchen is when Cilla snarls to the left side of Tracker.
“I’m telling him, asshole. Shut it. For goodness’ sake, you are all the same.
Pushing to be heard, do this, do that, do you think I’ve nothing better to do than be your messenger? ”
“Lady, who the fuck are you talking to?” Tracker snaps as he’s looking to his left and nobody is standing there.
“Bono. I’m talking to that knucklehead. He said to confirm it is him by saying he got shot in the back of the head.
His head is mended now though, and I reckon he has his brain intact again, too.
But anyway, he says that ZeBach is coming for you.
Payback or something.” Cilla stands looking at Tracker, not flinching at all, and giving him solid eye contact.
Tracker rubs his chin and smirks. “Ask him who he was with when in Florida.”
Cilla looks to Tracker's left again, nods her head, and then replies. “He said a bitch named Mercy. His words, not mine. I don’t call women bitches, well not unless they are acting like one that is.”
Tracker is looking mighty shocked at Cilla’s reply, so I can only presume that the answer is correct. “Why is he here? Is he stuck or something? You know, shouldn’t he be in heaven or something?” Tracker asks, looking a little on the pale side.
“He had to heal before he moved on, and then for some reason he got wind of this person wanting to hurt you. If you believe him, he can move on now to the next level,” Cilla nods at something Bono must have said to her, and I’m squinting, trying to see the fucker for myself.
“Okay. I know who ZeBach is, and why he would come for me. Since you know the name of the woman in Florida, I can only presume you are not telling me lies. But lady, if you are taking the piss you’ll regret it,” Tracker looks to me, “take the lady to the gate and see her out.”
“Come on, Cilla,” I place my hand on her lower back and guide her out of the back door. “Did you come in your own vehicle?” I am doing my best to keep things light.
“Yes. If I get more information, I will inform you. Can I have your phone number so I can send a message rather than come out here?”
“Of course.” We swap phone numbers. I watch her climb into an old model Toyota pickup truck and drive away before rushing back into the kitchen.
“Is that woman a fucking head case or is she for real?” Tracker asks me, as it is obvious I knew her or of her since I knew her name.
“I think she is for real, Pres. What do you want us to do? Should we be prepared in-case, or ignore it and hope she’s wrong?”
“Oh, ZeBach may come. He’s not going to forget I had his base blown to pieces with most of his men in it.
I’m not surprised he would come to the US to get revenge.
Rides, Keys, Ghost, Judge, Demon, Bowie, and you were with me at that time.
I reckon you are all targets along with me, but his hatred is mostly with me as I was the head honcho in his eyes.
” Tracker rubs his chin, turns and walks out of the kitchen, but stops in the doorway to the common area to look over his shoulder.
“Let the others know, Finger. I’m going to contact some people and find out what I can. ”
“Okay, Pres,” I respond and look at Cap who wasn’t with us at that time. Cap gives me a worried look, which I return, but I’ve got to find and speak to the brothers. They need to watch their backs.