We nod in understanding.
"You do whatever job is assigned to you. No bitching, and no negotiation. If you need to there are rooms available for you to stay here. The upstairs rooms are off limits, they belong to the officers. I don't know how your club was run before but here we respect our women. We have club girls that are ready and willing, but they are not to be harmed. The old ladies are to be respected. You find a girl you want to keep around, you're more than welcome to claim her. We just had guys get back from a run so it will be a few days before our next one. The officers will give you any assignments you might have as of now. Any questions, ask." He looks around the room. "This is your family now, respect it."
The gavel bangs on the table and the men start to get up. Pres walks over to us handing us each a cut. "Wear this with pride and don't fuck it up. We'll be having a party this weekend to celebrate."
One of the officers comes walking up to me. "Name is Cutter." He offers his hand and I shake it. His patch says treasurer on it. "Pres said you had this title at the old club?"
I did but considering Marcus was hiding all the money I don't think the position was ever really mine. "Yeah, I was."
"Okay, I have been keeping up with one of the business's problem is that it's too much and I don't have the education for it. Between taxes and everything else we need a professional. I'm gonna have you working under me and dealing face to face with the accountant. You are gonna head to the office that was referred to us. They don't mind cutting some corners and fudging some numbers for the right price. You need time to get settled?"
"No, I didn't bring much with me." I lived at the clubhouse and left most of the crap there.
"Good, this is their card and the owner is expecting you." He hands me the card and I slip it into my jeans pocket.
"Good to have you here, brother." He says as he claps me on the back and walks out of the room.
I walk out to the main room and Colt comes up to me. "What was all that? You already get yourself in trouble?"
"Nope, got an assignment and I need to head out. See you later." I walk out to my bike. A part of me feels good that I've already been given a role. The other part worries if this is some sort of test that they think I will fail at. Either way I will make sure this goes smoothly.
Hopefully, I don't run into the one woman who could put all of it in jeopardy.
Chapter Two
Megan
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.
My alarm sounds as I groan and roll over swiping the screen to make the deafening sound stop.
A band sounds on my door making me jump. "Get up before you're late!" Chrissy yells from the other side.
"Coming mom!" I yell back laughing.
I hop in the shower, when the door opens all I can do is shake my head, "You're worse than living with my parents, you know? I mean a girl can't get a minute of privacy."
"Yeah, but don't pretend like you don't love living with me."
"I do, but I think I'd love to be able to get out of the shower without an audience even more." I turn the shower knobs and reach out to grab my towel, but it's gone. "Give it to me!"
"First, you have to apologize for letting the red death corrupt your soul and make you bitchy this morning." She laughs.
"I'm not on it yet and if you weren't so intrusive, I wouldn't be so bitchy."
"Maybe you need some intrusion to make you less bitchy"
I peek my head out of the shower curtain. "I will cut you."
Her eyes widen. "Whatever man you end up with is gonna need balls of steel." She tosses me the towel before shutting the door.
Chrissy and I were roommates freshman year of college and have been best friends ever since. She's the first person after Ryder that I ever thought I could trust. When she met me, I was a mess and honestly had lost myself. Chrissy helped me put the pieces back together with her particular mix of caring and sarcasm. She helped me dig myself out of the hole and I swore then I would never let someone have enough of me to leave me shattered.
I get dressed, and then head into the kitchen to fill my travel mug with coffee. "You gonna be home for dinner?"
"Yeah, unless I get stuck." Chrissy is a social worker, which still blows my mind sometimes.
"Okay, well I'll see you tonight. Want me to bring home Thai?" I grab my purse and head toward the door.
"Miss Hendrix, are you trying to seduce me? You know that's my favorite." She wiggles her eyes at me.