I’m starting to think maybe it’s not for me either. I still want to be part of the club, but running the girls and The Kitty Kat never felt quite right. Getting the restaurant up and going has. Just knowing the salon is coming next, has me chomping at the bit to hurry the hell up.
I turned the girls and The Kitty Kat over to Skittles last week. It was kind of scary, leaving that part of my life behind, but I knew it was time. I helped her get the new girls she needed, but it’s all hers now.
In total, we hired twenty-two girls. Not all of them were for her though; some will be working here at the restaurant. The ones working here will not be affiliated with the club in any way, shape or form. Yes, the club owns this place, but I don’t want this turned into a whore house that serves food.
I look over to Daisy and notice she’s quiet. “Have you told Preach yet?”
I haven’t seen him beat up again, since Kidd did a number on him, so I’m guessing that would be a big fat no.
“No, not yet. I’ve tried, but every time I go to tell him, he’s got some slut hanging all over him,” she says sadly.
“You need to tell him before you start showing. Everyone’s going to know soon. If he finds out on his own, it’ll just make it worse,” I say to her, trying to get her off her ass. She needs to tell him.
“I plan on telling him tonight. I don’t care if he’s with someone or not.”
I nod. “I’m glad. Who knows? Maybe things will work out for the two of you.”
“Nope, I gave up on that idea when I saw him with Leah only a few hours after I left his bed. After I say what I got to say to him, I’m done. I’ll let him see his child anytime he wants, but there will be no me and him. After how he’s treated me, I’m over his ass.”
For once, she sounds sincere. For Preach’s sake, I hope not. I know he loves her, but something’s holding him back.
“I’ll be with you, you know, when everyone finds out. I know him well enough to know he’s not gonna let you just walk away, so if he says something fuckin’ stupid, I’ll make sure the girls don’t touch him. His dick will wither away before he gets another piece of club pussy,” I say, trying to make her smile.
She does smile, but it doesn’t seem very happy. “I wish he could be more like Kidd.”
I laugh at that, remembering how much of an asshole he was for years, but that’s all changed now. He barely even lets me out of his sight these days. After all that shit went down with Timmons, Kidd told me he was never leaving my side again. I thought he was just talking out of his ass, but after about a week of him following me around, I got pissed. We had a huge blowout that ended with mind blowing sex. He now gives me a little space. Not much, but at least I can come to the restaurant without him breathing down my neck.
Between him hovering over me and his tattoo, all the girls are convinced that he’s the most romantic man in the world. I swear some of the bitches even sigh when he walks by. The guys, on the other hand, have given him shit about it. He made the mistake of taking his shirt off while he and some of the boys were working on a bike, and everyone saw it. Some of the other members have their old lady’s name tattooed on them, but no one except Kidd has it written across their back.
“You’ll find your Kidd, someday.” I just hope it’s Preach.
Kidd
I look up from my desk just as Timber walks in. I lift my chin to him. “Hey, man.”
“Talked to Dad. He said that Brew’s been calling, trying to get the boys in Cali to join them,” he says with chuckle as he sits down.
I have to chuckle to myself. Brew is an ignorant motherfucker, if he thinks Digger would cut ties with us to join the same club that’s been fuckin’ him over for years. I know he’s just grasping at straws, trying to figure out a way to get his club out of this mess, but the Cali’ boys are not the way to go.
“Dad said that Killer is out of commission completely. Guess they had to put him in a nursing home, so Brew is now president, and he named that fucker, Tug, VP.”
I shrug. “I don’t give a fuck. The whole damn club is just running on fumes As far as I’m concerned, Brew’s just a walking dead man.”
Brew and Digger never showed up in Big Clifty, and have never taken any more of my calls since. I sent some boys up there to let them know that their charter had been cut, but when they got there, the Mateland crew wouldn’t even let them in. Hell, they were flying a new flag--The Mayhem Masters. I still plan on putting a bullet into Brew one day, but I’m not sure when I’ll get the chance. From what I hear, he never leaves the club house.