We decide to stop at the local diner a couple of towns over and get some coffee and cake if they have any, to celebrate on the way home. Leaving Siera in the car, the girls and I go in and order itfrom an older lady who is sweet as pie but stuck in the seventies. Her name tag reads as Lala.
She’s quick though, and twenty minutes later we’re on the road for the trip back home.
***
The agent made good on his word, and three months after we agreed on terms, we were moving onto the property. We’d be living in our camper vans for now while we sorted out the house.
It ended up being a family moving day as Jake, Fern, Stone, and Bridget came with us to have a look.
The girls made a list of everything they’d need for the repairs, and I ordered the delivery to arrive tomorrow. For tonight it was just family, sitting around a fire, roasting marshmallows for s’mores.
It was a good night, but for some reason I was antsy. It wasn’t a bad feeling though; it was more like a fizz of excitement running under my skin.
Something was coming; I could feel it in my bones.
Chapter 3
Axle
“Get the fuck out of here,” Maverick orders, smacking the pipe taken from the first pump jack to the plough disc hanging next to him.
Church hadn’t been about anything in particular; we’d gone over what the businesses were bringing in, and if there were any problems that he needed to know about. I was happy to leave and sidled up to the bar with Roman by my side.
“Hey,” Jen, one of the nicer club whores slipped between us. “Haven’t seen you guys all day.”
Roman slips an arm around her waist, tugging her into his side and pressing a kiss to her pink hair.
“Did you miss us, darlin’?” Roman smiles at her.
She grins back at him, “A little.” Like I said, she’s a favourite of the brothers. She never causes any issues and is respectful to the few ‘Ol Ladies we have. “Do you want some company tonight?”
She knows better than to ask me. Keeping company with the whores was never my thing, and it’s even less now that I’m older. They’re so bloody young. They are kept more than busy by the other brothers. “Sure,” Roman tells her, taking the keys to his room from his pocket and handing them to her. “Go wait for me, I’ll be up soon.”
“Kay,” she chirps, standing on tiptoes. She kisses his cheek and takes off for the rooms, hips swinging, her ass cheeks showing from under the tiny cut-off shorts she’s wearing. I shake my head and look at my friend.
“What?” he holds his hands out.
“Nothing,” I respond, finishing my beer. I put the bottle on the bar, slapping his shoulder, “I’ll leave you to Jen.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he smirks at me.
“Too young for me, brother,” I tell him. “I prefer my women older than thirty. Twenty-eight is too young for me.”
He shrugs. “Your loss, old man. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tipping my chin, I turn and walk out of the clubhouse, greeting brothers on the way out. The music is turned up, and the smellof weed permeates the air. It’s party time, but I’m not feeling it. Ever since the diner, I’ve been restless.
I get stopped on my way to my bike by Mamba and Stout, wanting to shoot the shit and discuss a part for Mamba’s bike that was due to arrive tomorrow.
“I’ll see you tomorrow brother, stop by about three and I’ll replace it.”
“Thanks, Axle,” Mamba says, taking a toke. “Beard and I are planning on a ride out for a couple of days, spend some time on the road.”
“Job?” I query, surprised Maverick hadn’t mentioned anything in church.
“Nah, just a ride. Going to go and check on his ma over in Grand Forks, she’s not too good and his sister is blowing up his phone.”
Nodding, I reply, “Gotcha, have him bring his bike by and I’ll check it over.”