Page 161 of 12 Months of Mayhem

“Now move your asses, get in there, and do the job I’m supposed to be payin’ ya for so your insurance is covered on both of your cars. That was the deal between both of ya and your mom. So get, and don’t boss those younger kids into doing all the work. I said go.”

Watching them shuffle by, I turn to see one of the sweet butts smiling our way until I let out a growl. She immediately turns and walks to the other women in the room. Gonna need someone to talk to them to either lock the door or find somewhere else to practice. Now, I’m heading back to my office to call my ol’ lady and tell her the space ain’t ready, and she might want to reschedule until maybe tomorrow or the day after. I don’t get the whole big production for a day when all we do is stuff our faces and watch football, while the women drink their wine or mixed drinks and gossip. Why we gotta change shit around this year? Who knows, all I know is what Emmie wants I give to her, so yeah, The Grimm Wolves Motorcycle Club is hosting a Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse. I’m so thrilled…fuckin’ NOT. But my ol’ lady gets whatever, so her heart’s content.

Slamming the door after I walk into my office, I plop down on my chair and shake the mouse thing on my computer so it wakes up. Grabbing the desk phone, I hit the number for Karma. Gettin’ a voice message, I tell him need to see him whenever he has a minute. Then I start to pound through emails and requests for help. Since we’ve tried to go legit, and yeah, we’ve been givin’ it our best shot, but shit happens so we roll with it. We’ve been helping two motorcycle clubs out in Montana, since one of them strictly deals with breaking up circuits of human trafficking. I make sure Karma is always available to give a hand with his mad as fuck computer skills. Also, within our area, we always try to help out the citizens who either request our help or we know they need it, but are too proud to reach out. Working so diligently, I don’t hear the knock on my door till someone pounds on the other side of it.

“Well, fuck, hold your boxers on and come in, goddamn it.”

Not raising my head at first, I hear footsteps and I mean more than two, so I lean back to see Karma, Beast, Stitch, and Chains gettin’ settled in my office. Oh great, an impromptu meeting of the minds. Just what I don’t need. Leaning back in my chair, I wait to see who’s gonna go first with some hairbrained idea. When no one says a word, I shift and lean forward with elbows on my desk, looking at the lot in my office. Being impatient at times, this being one of them, I just let loose.

“So what brings you all to my office? Something I can do for one or all of ya? Speak up, for Christ’s sake, already. Or are we gonna drink coffee and gossip like a bunch of bitches?”

Seeing them all smirk, it dawns on me they are there to fuck with me—as usual—though Stitch isn’t usually one of the brothers who shoves shit my way. I glance his way to see he’s staring at me intently. I raise an eyebrow at him to see that freaky smile of his slowly appear on his face.

“What’s goin’ on, Stitch? Just tell me already, don’t want to have to go back and forth until someone finally breaks. I got shit to do.”

As I wait for him to answer me, I hear a tap-tap right before the door opens yet again, and in walks Jackson, Wild, and Fury. It’s getting tight in here, though Fury walks to me and stands directly off to one side of me, leaning up against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. He looks like he’s waiting for a bus or something. Jackson goes right to Chains, who pulls him close. That is something new and, to me, one of the best things to come out of the last couple of years within the Grimm Wolves. Chains has finally let his past go and is openly involved with both Jackson and Winnie. Love at its finest, as my Emmie says. Wild is on the other side of Jackson, close but not too close. Hearing his throat clear, I move my eyes to Stitch.

“Brick, we got a problem. This shit about having Thanksgiving dinner here is beyond ridiculous. Have you seen this place? It’s a dump, not to mention a breeding ground for germs, for Christ’s sake. Why can’t we have it at someone’s house? Might work better, is there any way you can convince Emmie to change the location?”

Shakin’ my head, I already know there is no way my ol’ lady is gonna change where the party is going to happen. She has her heart set on this place, so I’ll bust my ass and every brother involved with my club will bust their asses too.

“All right, let me be straight with all of ya. It’s going down here, so let’s plan this out. I want every brother and prospect to donate a day here. Listen to me, motherfuckers. Let’s do a day for members and two days for prospects. All we really need to clean is the main room, dining area, outside kitchen and patio area, bathrooms, and kitchen. This ain’t gonna be too bad since there’s so many of us. Remember, assholes, our ol’ ladies and kids are gonna be here for that dinner, not to mention some of the neighbors or townsfolk might show up or drop in for a bit. Try really hard to get this place lookin’ good, will ya? This wasn’t my idea, but as we all go that extra mile for our ol’ ladies. Let’s get this shit done. The quicker it’s cleaned up, the faster we can pass that torch to the women to decorate and get the food plannin’ going. Thanksgiving is next Thursday. Let’s figure out a schedule so we are done by Sunday, or Monday at the latest. That will give the women the area for almost four full days to do whatever they have to do. Deal? We all in agreement?”

I hear all the ayes so I take it as a done deal. One thing on my list of shit that hopefully will get done now. Before we get into the details, Chains raps his knuckles on the wall for my attention, so I look behind me.

“Umm, was gonna call Emmie but, shit, I was starvin’. For that dinner, I kinda invited a maybe prospect and his siblings. Before ya all jump down my throat, he asked if we were lookin’ for someone to help with, well, ya know what I do. Brick, we gotta talk about Bullet. He ain’t gonna work. Poor kid, I can see it in his face. Anyway, tell Emmie we might have as little as five or as many as seven extra guests.”

“I’ll let her know. Thanks for giving her advance notice, asshole. Where’d ya find this kid at?”

“He was the one we brought in with the doping asshole. Turns out he was there to end that motherfucker ‘cause he tried to pull that shit on one of the kid’s sisters. I told him I’d talk to both ya and Fury ‘bout this. So guess I’m speaking to both of ya about it now.”

Fury just shakes his head while grinning at Chains. I guess this is better than what he used to be as our enforcer. He’s come a long fuckin’ way, that’s for sure. Making a note to tell my ol’ lady ‘bout the additional head count, I nod and look at everyone so we can continue with the original conversation. After everyone agrees, we all put our heads together to break down what needs to be cleaned or tossed. Gonna need a bunch of tables, which we have some if not all, but gonna need to send the sweet butts to get all kinds of shit. Time to pull the women into this crazy as shit idea. I mean really, never in my entire life did I think we’d be having a Thanksgiving event, not just a dinner in the clubhouse. Though shouldn’t be too surprised, we’ve done Christmas for years. Well, since Emmie and I got together, so it just goes to figure it’d be my ol’ lady wanting to do a huge “what are we thankful for holiday.” I just know she’s gonna get pissed ‘cause my brothers are not gonna bare their souls and tell everyone what they are thankful for this year. There are some things I just can’t fuckin’ control, and this is one of them. God, I can’t wait for this holiday to be over already.

CHAPTER THREE

CHAINS-Enforcer

It’s been a day and I can’t believe how much these motherfuckers have gotten done. Even though I think this whole idea is a crock of shit. But because my Winnie wants us to work together with all the brothers to get our shit done, that’s what we’re doing. Damn, I was even willing to pay for a cleaning crew to come in and wipe this out quickly. Maybe even use the one Fury and Abby have had at both their home and on some of Abby’s remodeling projects. Everyone was against it and most of the brothers didn’t want to have strangers in the clubhouse, which I didn’t understand. We ain’t into bad shit or not as involved anyway. So brothers and prospects have been cleanin’ the kitchen, great room, bar area, bathrooms, and outside area where the kitchen is. Some of the prospects got an idea to rip shit out and replace it with new stuff. Got to say it looks one-hundred-percent better, though it’s for one dinner. Stupid if you ask me, though no one will because they must see it on my face. Looking around, it really is coming together, thank God, ‘cause in less than two days it goes to Emmie. God save us if it doesn’t meet her expectations, though it seems since the triplets our prez’s ol’ lady has calmed down a hell of a lot. Probably ‘cause she’s got other stuff to keep her busy, thank Christ.

Having to take a piss, I walk to the bathroom to see Bullet, Dingo, and Velvet in the bathroom fuckin’ painting it. Are you kidding me?

“What the ever-lovin’ shit are ya three doing? And why a dull green, for Christ’s sake? It’s a biker club, maybe black or deep blue but green? Who picked this color?”

None of my brothers say a word but when Bullet looks around me, I figure that I’ve put my foot in my mouth. So I slowly turn to see Winnie with Luna May in her arms, standing behind me, both with grumpy pouts on their faces. Great, I guess I now know who picked out the color. Walking toward my girls, it’s not Winnie but little Luna May who puts her hand out to me with all of her attitude.

“Daddy Nicky, you no like the color me and Mommy picked out? It’s supposed to be relaxing like a spa, right, Mommy?”

Winnie is trying to hold in a smile, which she can’t, so she leans toward our girl, planting a kiss on our daughter’s head.

“That’s right, kiddo, spa like color. Maybe Daddy doesn’t like it because it’s too light? He usually likes dark colors so that could be it. Is that why you don’t like it, Nicky?”

Hearing my wife, ol’ lady, or woman, call me Nicky has me gettin’ hard in places I have no business doing in front of our kid or my brothers, and Winnie knows it by the cocky smirk on her face. So she wants to play, I can do that too. Putting some dominate behind my voice, I give an order.

“Woman, tonight you’ll feel my disappointment in that look I just saw.”

Winnie drops her head looking sorry, though not Luna May.

“Daddy Nicky, how about our disappointment in you not liking our color? It’s two against one, so we win. No talking to Mommy, trying to make her sad. I’ll tell Daddy Jackson on you for being a big meanie.”

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