Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
VIPER
Hanging up the phone, I reach over and set it on my nightstand, trying not to wake up Kierra in the process.
I’m surprised my phone ringing and then me having a full-on conversation hasn’t already stirred her awake.
Looking down at her draped across my chest has me wanting to wake her for a whole other reason, but we are not going to have time for that today.
In a couple of hours, we’ll be leaving for the grand opening of our newest chapter in Kingston, New York.
I can’t think of anyone more deserving to sit at the head of a table than Trojan.
He and his older brother Riddick are legacies of the Saints MC.
Their father Riker was the founder, and when he stepped down as the mother charters president, he handed the reins over to his oldest son.
In the fifteen years that Riddick has been at the helm, he has expanded our territory into not only other areas of New York, but Florida, Kansas, Oklahoma, and Vegas.
I can only imagine how proud he is of Trojan for all his hard work.
“What time is it?” sleeping beauty rasps and pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Five in the morning,” I inform her as I rub her back, trying to help her wake up.
“K,” she breathes, closing her eyes, attempting to go back to sleep.
“Gotta get up if you want to shower before we leave, Kierra. If not, then you can laze for another half hour, but we gotta get on the road soon, so you can’t go back to sleep.”
“No, I need a shower before we leave,” she announces, stretching her arms above her head and almost hitting me in the face.
“I’ll set your riding leathers out while you’re in there, baby,” I tell her as she raises up on her elbow, attempting to get moving.
“Thanks.” She pecks my lips and hops out of bed to go get in the shower.
Climbing out of bed myself, I grab our bags and sit them by the door before moving back over to make the bed. Once that’s done, I set Kierra’s leathers on the end of the dresser and get my own out of the closet so I can get dressed.
We have a full crew taking the trip with us so we can make a show of our support for Trojan.
The only people staying behind are Dexter, Wrath, and G, who will be watching the kids while we’re away.
Sadie and Harley kept the kid last night and will be bringing him back sometime later today.
They’ve also offered to stick around and help out, which makes me feel better since Kidd is going on this trip with us to drive the van with everyone’s luggage.
I know it has eased Kierra’s mind as well.
She wanted to take him with us, but this won’t be the trip for that.
It’s probably going to be very wild up in Kingston with everyone coming up to party at their new clubhouse.
As I’m putting on my boots, Kierra strolls out of the bathroom naked, and it takes all of my willpower to not toss her on the bed for a quickie. “You do that shit on purpose,” I growl as she bends over in front of me to put her panties on.
“Yeah, I know,” she admits.
“Pain in my ass,” I mumble as I finish getting my boots on.
“You love me though.”
“Yeah,” I sigh, annoyed that now that I’ve told her, she goes out of her way to make me say it more.
“Don’t sound so torn up about it.” She giggles, being the pain in the ass I just accused her of being.
“Just get fucking dressed already,” I order. If I don’t stay on her ass, she’ll take her sweet time and we’ll be late like we always are.
“I hear ya, Viper.” She’s calling me by my road name just trying to piss me off. Apparently, I’m two different people to her and it depends on my mood who I am. I think she’s fucking crazy. I’m the same man all the time.
“Seriously, Kierra. Kidd will be here shortly to get our shit, and you need to be ready. We still gotta go to the clubhouse so I can go over shit with my men before we leave, baby,” I remind her, trying to be diplomatic.
“Yeah. Sorry. I’ll hurry,” she apologizes, finally picking up the pace.
It took a little longer than I had hoped, but thirty minutes later we’re finally pulling up to the clubhouse with Kidd following behind in the van that Kierra filled with way too much stuff.
She got Trojan a few gifts for his club which was a nice thought, but we truly don’t have room for the extra shit.
She picked up a half dozen bottle openers claiming she had heard both Pipe and Savior complain about someone taking off with their bottle openers when she’s been around.
She also found a badass Harley sign that is infused with neon lights and has New York insignia around it.
The thing is huge and takes up a lot of space in the van, but she refused to leave it behind, vowing she would drive her car if we couldn’t make it work in the van.
Fuck that, I didn’t put that bitch bar on the back of my bike for her to go and drive herself.
Her ass will be riding on the back of my bike where she belongs.
I roll to the front of the line of bikes and tap Kierra’s leg, signaling for her to hop off before shutting my bike off.
A sigh of annoyance passes my lips when I see all my men checking her out when she pulls her helmet from her head and shakes out her hair.
There is no getting around her beauty, but that isn’t what has them staring.
No, it’s the head-to-toe leather that hugs her body like a glove.
It also has their tongues hanging out of their mouths.
“Alright! Listen up! Savior has plotted our route, and for the most part, it’s a straight shot up the 95.
We’ll be rolling through Jacksonville and stopping in to eat lunch with them before continuing together where we have reservations for the night in Raleigh.
We’ll grab dinner there and head out for Kingston tomorrow morning bright and early.
Any questions?” Thankfully nobody has any issues since we hashed this shit out last night in church.
Looking around, I spot Kierra talking with Sin who’s riding with Sparrow.
“Kierra!” I shout and when she turns, I nod for her to come on as I climb back on my bike.
We don’t have all fucking day to stand around chit-chatting.
“I’m coming, keep your pants on,” she grumbles.
“Remember where the controls to the Bluetooth on your helmet are?” I ask and pray I don’t have to explain it again.
“Yeah. I remember.” She rolls her eyes at me before sliding her helmet back on and climbing on behind me. I swear, she’s pushing her luck with that fucking mouth lately. Smacking her leather-clad ass, I say, “Keep it up and you won’t sit for a week, woman.”
“Promises, promises,” she chirps through the Bluetooth in her helmet as she wraps her arms around me. Yeah, this is where she belongs. Smart mouth and all.
Five hours into our trip, I can tell Kierra needs a break. Thankfully we’re coming up on the location where we’re meeting up with Chief and his Jacksonville charter. I know everyone will be ready to have some lunch before hitting the road again.
We pull up to the restaurant Chief owns, and it looks like he’s shut it down for the day on account of our trip.
I pull into a parking spot near the door and tap Kierra’s leg for her to hop off, but when she does, she quickly grabs onto my shoulder; probably feeling wobbly on her feet.
Pulling my helmet off, I look at her to ask, “Good?”
“Yeah. My ass was falling asleep, and I couldn’t get comfortable.” She pouts.
“Better get used to it. We still got a long day ahead of us,” I say as I climb off my bike. Looking over Kierra’s head, I see Chief and his VP Morpheus approaching.
“What do you have here, Viper?” Chief asks far too interested in my woman.
“Chief this is my woman, Kierra. Baby, this is Chief, the President here in Jacksonville, and his VP, Morpheus,” I bark, wrapping my arm around her waist, making it clear she’s off fucking limits.
“I gotcha brother. No need to piss on her leg.” Chief laughs, holding his hand out to shake Kierra’s.
“It’s nice to meet you both.” Kierra smiles as she shakes both of their hands.
“Come on, let’s get some grub, then hit the road. Going to be a long ass ride to Raleigh, and we’re supposed to run into rain along the way,” Morpheus gripes.
“Babe, I need the ladies’ room,” Kierra whispers in my ear as we enter the restaurant.
“Come on. I’ll take you.” I lead her down the hall and into the ladies’ room.
“What are you doing?” She laughs when I flip the lid on the single toilet and start pissing.
“What’s it look like?”
“There’s a perfectly good men’s room, ya know?”
“You going to piss or not?” I ask, zipping my fly and moving over to the sink to wash my hands.
“Yeah,” she sighs, shimmying the tight leather down her legs and using the bathroom. I move out of the way once she’s done so she can wash her hands, and then lead her out to the dining room once she finally finishes fucking with her hair. Jesus, women worry too much about stupid shit.
“Darlin’, come sit by ol’ Chief and tell me all about how this fucker managed to brainwash you into hitching your horse to his wagon,” Chief teases as we slide into our seats across from him.
“He’s not so bad.” She looks up at me, and it’s clear to everyone around us that she means the words. For some reason, Kierra sees good in me and she may very well be the only one who does.
“If you say so, darlin’.” Chief laughs, making her roll her eyes, but her grin says it’s all in good fun.
“What do you want to eat, baby?” I ask, picking up the menus and looking it over.
“I need a big, juicy burger in my life. What about you?” she asks, leaning over my arm to see the menu I’m looking at.
“Probably the same thing.”
“This domestic shit is freaking me the fuck out. I never thought I would see the day Viper settled down,” Morpheus comments, watching our every interaction.
“Find the right woman, might see things differently,” I impart, earning a kiss on the cheek from my girl.