Page 17 of Property of Woods

I might throw up at the amount of pubic hair there was on the toilet bowl that looks like it has never been cleaned.So much for having an appetite.Maybe I’ll check out the second-floor bathroom and that community closet.

Most of the clothes are skimpy at best.Not that I have a problem showing some skin.Walking around a biker clubhouse appearing as though I’m ready to start gyrating on a pole or charging men by the hour to visit my room may not be practical or wise.I don’t know these men and they don’t know me.All I have is the assurance of Big Daddy that they won’t harm me.Not only that, but that they will protect me.

Big Daddy is not only the president of the Anarchy, California chapter of the Kings of Anarchy MC, but he presides over every charter that wears his patch on their cut across the nation.Everyone answers to someone, and Big Daddy is the final boss.You don’t cross him and live to tell about it.

That I know for certain.

Thad is a dead man walking.As are the men he partnered with.Being under Big Daddy and Wood’s protection doesn’t mean that I’m out of the line of fire.My going to Big Daddy and revealing their plot to kill him makes me their number one target for revenge.

Low was right to deny me the use of a phone.If my location is discovered, then I’ll be putting every man and woman here at risk.I have to do my part.Play my role.I have to stay hidden long enough for Big Daddy to take down our enemies.

I have to make the best of my situation.The clothing selection is slim pickings, but I manage to pull together some tank tops and booty hugging shorts that will make decent pajamas along with some underwear still in their packaging.Next on the list is cleaning supplies to tackle that nasty ass bathroom.If I have any luck, I will find some rubber gloves.I find an empty plastic bin and begin filling it with toiletries and spray cleaner with bleach.In a drawer marked for medical supplies, I score some gloves.

“Hey girl.”A chick with caramel colored hair and doe eyes pokes her head into the room.I haven’t spoken to her much.I think she’s one of the club girls.Meaning she puts out for any member of the club who wants to sleep with her and in return they take care of her to a degree.At least that’s how Gwynee explained it to me when I asked about some of the ones I noticed were living at Big Daddy’s mansion one day when Cecilia was doing my hair.

“Hey.”

“Is there anything I can help you find?”

“A hazmat suit to tackle the bathroom on the third floor.”I smile and she laughs.

“I don’t think you’ll find one, but I will do you one better.Come with me.”

I don’t know if I can trust her.Gwynee told me tales about how awful some club girls can be.Territorial.Jealous.Spiteful.Downright bully behavior you’d expect from someone in middle school.However, I don’t have anyone here truly in my corner and judging by the way Wood’s wife was looking at me, beggars can’t be choosers, and I need all the help I can get.

Low is sweet, but she is loyal to her family, and I can’t trust her to always be honest with me.I don’t know that this Madz chick will be truthful either, but we’re on more even playing ground here.Our invitations to this world can be revoked at any minute.

Madz leads me a few doors down to a bedroom nearly three times the size of mine.Being a club girl comes with some perks, I see.

“You can use my private bathroom until the guys clean their mess.”

“I could kiss you right now.Figuratively that is.”

“No worries.I know how gross them probies are.I noticed you didn’t bring anything with you on the ride here.I’ve got plenty of clothes.Seriously, help yourself to whatever and you can return it when you get on your feet.”

“Who are you?My guardian biker babe angel?”

We both laugh.

“Something like that.Tough luck with your husband.”

“Does everyone know?”

“Oh yeah.But don’t worry about that.Everyone knows everything about everyone here.”

Man, I hope not.

“Towels are in the bathroom.”She opens a dresser drawer.“This would look kick ass on you.”She hands me a wide-necked tee that says Chainsaw Mafia on the front.

“You’re a Jackyl fan?”

“Oh yeah.I’d totally do the lead singer.”Madz grins.“He’s my celebrity crush, even if he is practically old enough to be my grandfather.I met him at Sturgess one year.He was totally cool.”She hands me a picture she had tucked in the corner of the mirror hanging over her dresser.“See.”

The photo is of her meeting Jesse James Dupree.She’s not wrong.The man is sex on legs, especially when he’s performing.

“Meet me down at the bar when you’re ready and don’t even think about cleaning that upstairs bathroom.Make the guys do it.If you let them take advantage of you, they will.”

“Noted.”

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