“Shadow caught Tatiana at the ma and pop restaurant with Travis, and he wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t know who he was man.”
“Jesus Christ!” He roars before quieting down. “Is she alright?”
I take a deep breath. “Yeah but he wasn’t wearing his cut, brother,” I repeat.
“Ain’t no more sunshine for them. Fuckin’ riptide them motherfuckers. They wanted peace and fluffy fuckin’ clouds, rainbows and sunshine and shit my ass,” he cackles.
When Braxxon cackles like that, bastards should run far, far away, but put us together, times that fear by a fuckin’ hundred cuz’ we didn’t grow up together not learnin’ nothin’.
“Well shit… Angel and I are headed that way. Get one of the prospects to call in the brothers. We’ll discuss this in the Chapel. Angel be sittin’ in with us. We got shit to discuss with ya’ll.”
“Prez,” I acknowledge and wait for the sound of the click. You always wait for that damn click; if not you’re disrespecting your prez if you hang up first. We may have grew up in diapers together and learned how to fuck women together, but that don’t mean shit when it comes to respecting the patch.
I hear the click and walk back out to the community room, and let Rap know to call in the brothers. I also tell him to lock Tatiana in my apartment so she can’t sneak away while Shadow’s in Chapel with us.
“Pyro!” Creamy screams. Creamy is another one of the damn muffler bunnies that hang out. The bitch is practically family; she’s been around with all the brothers. I look up, and sure enough, it’s the missing fucking VP.
“Chapel,” I growl. Yeah he’s my VP, but damn I’m worn the fuck out from doing his job. Pyro grabs a bottle of whiskey off the bar, completely ignores Creamy, and walks right into the Chapel without a word. I’m sure when the son of a bitch gets his wits back, he’s gonna check my ass for that barking order.
“Rap,” I point to Tatiana while he calls in the brothers on his prepay. He snags my protesting daughter up by the arm and starts dragging her off, and I chuckle as she tries prying away from him.
“Your damn daughter’s gonna kill me,” Shadow murmurs walking past me.
I groan as I rub my hands down my face. I don’t need him gettin’ all damn attached to her. Shit ain’t right. I put those thoughts in the back of my mind for another day.
***
I wait as Winter sits on Braxxon’s lap with a bunch of plans rolled up, and the other brothers start sitting. Once everyone is in the Chapel and the doors close, Braxxon slams down the gavel as the guys look back and forth between Winter and Braxxon. We’ve never had a woman in one of our church meetings before so this should be interesting.
“Angel is only in here for the first bit. She needs us to vote on something; after that, she’ll leave,” Braxxon smirks running his hands through her hair.
Winter unravels tubes of plans and starts passing them around the table.
“These are plans for a new club,” she says simply.
“THE FUCK,” I roar while yanking my copy from her.
“ZZ,” Braxxon warns.
“No, no I want to build a bigger clubhouse with more room. Get the families above ground when on lockdown. See here,” she points to a spot on the plans. “That will be made outta concrete and steel. No bullets getting through that shit. The windows will be bulletproof as well. There will also be a built in fire extinguishing system. I bought the surrounding lots and they start demolishing them this weekend. They won’t start building until you vote it in. The main clubhouse we’re in won’t be touched other than putting in bulletproof glass. The other building with the quad in the middle is for the families. They hate being on lockdown and this way they’ll be safe and still be able to get fresh air in the quad. Basically, it’s just heavy duty expanding,” she explains.
Pyro sits up straight, and it’s the first time he looks like he’s actually paying attention to what’s going on around him. “You have my vote. Maybe if we had this shit Lana would still be alive,” he says.
Winter pats Pyro’s hand. “I know,” she agrees.
“This shit looks expensive prez,” Max grumbles.
“Angel and I are getting married. Our funds are our own to do with what we want. We have plenty of money, hell maybe even an unlimited supply. Our gold is still coming up strong, and Angel wants to do this for her family. Are you gonna deny my Angel the peace of mind she’s begging us for?” He asks tipping his head with a silent warning.
“Look guys,” she says getting serious. “I’m not trying to overstep any of you. We’ve all been through hell the last couple of months and I hate sending the family away when shit gets heated. A number of things can go wrong while they travel or while they’re gone. This building will be worth it,” she chuckles shaking her head before her next words. “Ya’ll can still have your clubhouse, your man space; this new building is for peace of mind and the family.”