Chapter 19 #2
We’d been home for a couple of hours when we decided to go to the clubhouse to say hello and spend an hour with the club.
Afterward, we’d head back home. Cambria and I were seated on a couch watching the pool game happening across from us between Stitch and Storm when Nomad dropped onto the couch on the other side of Cambria.
“It’s good to see you two back. Did you have fun in Hunters Creek?” he asked.
“We had a great time. Did you miss us?” I asked.
He snorted. “Miss you? No. Miss Cambria? Yes. Do you know what he did, the slacker?” Nomad asked her.
“No, what?” she asked, her amusement apparent.
“He knew last night was church, and we were given an assignment last week. He’s lucky his brothers covered it, or he’d be in trouble.”
“An assignment?” Cambria asked, puzzled.
“Yeah, Wrath charged us with finding at least three guys to prospect. He wanted more, but at least that many. Shadow ran off, so he missed out on coming up with someone. Luckily, the rest of us did our homework.” Nomad told her piously.
“Did you present a candidate?” I asked.
“No, but that doesn’t mean I skated. I went through everyone I could think of at Souls’ Turf & Terrain who might be a decent candidate. Unfortunately, no one was interested. And since all my friends are here, I had no one else to recommend,” Nomad explained.
“So you were just as much of a slacker. Who found us three?” I asked.
We had less than a month before Dylan’s two years were up. None of us wanted to delay his patching ceremony beyond December.
“Chains’ candidate, Kingston, is a guy, a regular, that he’s gotten to know at the bar.
He’s an independent rider, never been in a club.
Chains thinks he’ll do well. Storm brought us one of the guys who works for him at the roofing company, named Vicenzo.
The last one, Truett, came from Stitch. He’s a younger guy who has been coming into the butcher shop.
He keeps checking to see if they need help.
Stitch said he’s polite and seems to be looking for a direction.
He rides an old rice burner. Eventually, he’ll need a better set of wheels, but that’s doable.
They’ll start next week. So that means Dylan has two weeks or so to show them the ropes before he gets to move on. ”
“Well, it sounds like I wasn’t needed. I can’t wait to meet them. Crusher is checking their backgrounds, I assume.”
“Yeah, he got the particulars in church last night,” Nomad admitted.
“Good. I’ll see if he needs any help,” I said before turning to Cambria.
“It’s always fun to meet new prospects and then to watch how they fit in or don’t.
Sometimes, the ones we think will be great matches don’t work out.
Others we might be iffy about turn out to be wonderful prospects.
We try our best to vet things ahead of time, but you know you can’t know everything about someone through casual contact or by digging into their history. ”
“I think it’s fascinating what they do to earn a patch. However, some of the stuff would be tedious,” my woman remarked.
“That’s intentional. We want to know how they’ll react in a variety of situations and under stress,” Nomad told her.
“Are women not allowed in a motorcycle club?” she asked.
“Not exactly. A few allow them, but most are still male-centric. I have heard that more women-only clubs have cropped up,” I told her.
“I think you should consider allowing them in, if they make the cut, but I know you’d have to change bylaws, probably wouldn’t you?” Was her next question.
“We would have to change things. As for whether we will, I don’t know. When you meet someone like Jalisa and think about how Pandora will be when she grows up, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. I can see Dora taking over as president,” I admitted.
“She already rules this club. Might as well give her a cut and start her training now,” came Wrath’s booming voice from the side of us. He stood there with his arm around Jalisa, who was grinning. Dora wasn’t with them. Rage probably had her.
“You just wait. I’m going to give you nothing but daughters, and you’ll have no choice but to allow in women if you want the legacy to continue,” his old lady taunted.
“Goddamn it, Lunatic, stop saying that shit. I love our daughter, but I can’t have only girls. You and a bunch of girls all on the rag at the same time is a death sentence for me. I need at least one son to help me survive that time of the month,” Pres growled. I think he was mostly serious.
Jalisa cackled wickedly as she grinned and rubbed her hands together. Cambria burst out laughing with her. Shit, I’d never thought of that. I’d always assumed I’d have at least one son. I looked at my woman.
“Twilight, you have to give me one boy. That’s all I ask. Please. Don’t do that to me,” I pleaded.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” she smirked.
As the women kept laughing, I glanced at Wrath. “I guess we’ll be spending a lot of time together and at the clubhouse,” I told him.
“We’ll build another garage and put a man cave in it. That way, all brothers with estrogen overload in their homes have a safe place to go,” Wrath said.
“Maybe you should create a refuge like they have in Hunters Creek. Only this one is for poor, sensitive biker boys to use,” Cambria shot back.
“Yeah, we’ll do that. Gotta protect their fragile, easily scared selves,” Jalia taunted.
Our conversation attracted attention. Now, all the brothers were surrounding us. Betty was with them. And Rage stood there holding his granddaughter.
Wrath and I both opened our mouths to respond, but we snapped them shut when we heard Rage hiss, “Abort! Abort mission now.”
The ladies were taunting us to answer, including Betty. The guys were cautious in their comments to varying degrees. Rage was shaking his head. As the lively debate expanded, I sat there smiling. It was great to be with family and the woman you love.