Page 56 of Master's Rise
“Nothing.” Her words have me focusing on her. Nothing. “He didn’t say he wants you to be any more than you are. You don’t need him to be any more than he is. It’s a match made in heaven and it will keep you happy if you’re not expecting shit he didn’t sign up for.”
I’m getting this. I nod. “I don’t need to do anything different.”
Victory laughs. “Nope, the universe has spoken and you’re paying attention. My crystals are powerful. You’ve been open about all this. They worked well for you.” She’s crazy.
Freedom smiles. “You got this. Be happy for what you have. You weren’t happy before.”
She’s right. I was sort of happy, but she’s right. “Yeah. I got this.” I slide a piece of pizza on my plate. Beacon laughs opening the door for a workman with a big box.
When I move to stand, Beacon holds his hand up. “Electrician with cameras for the inside. The shop will be up on surveillance and Security will step back.”
The city thing must have worked out. “This is normal?”
He laughs again and I want to yell at him to stop it. “The Boss just promised you the Club’s protection.”
I stop him. “I get it, it’s law. He did explain that part. Promises are law.”
Now they’re all laughing except Beacon. “For Cort they are. The Boss doesn’t know how to let people down so he makes it happen.” His eyes turned to serious so I replay his words. When I nod, he follows the electrician.
I’m biker-married to a man that promises law because he refuses to fail. I can do this.
~*~*~
Cort
I kick the shit out of one of the dickasses that was hung on the art store. You’d think getting hosed would be a deterrent. “Sharp, get this pussy tied and show him around our new building. He needs to see we are here to stay and he’s having some trouble with that.”
Sharp moves closer looking at me with confusion in his eyes. “You’re dragging him behind your bike. Road rash fucking hurts and the scabs are always ripping open. Make sure this lesson is one he’ll never want a repeat of, but don’t kill him. He needs to help his brother find a new truck and job.”
He smiles and I swear I’ll draghimaround if I hear him laugh. “Roger, Boss.”
All the Brothers are still standing here. “I’m riding. My ol’ lady needs her cut.” I walk away to them cheering.
Jinx catches up to me. “The office is coming along nice.”
I’m glad he didn’t call it the hospital. We’ve been here for a while checking progress. The rooms will be ready first. I like that instead of cells. They all have bathrooms so it fits better. Paint and most of the carpet are already done on the fourth floor. They paint with sprayers. One guy never stopped walking and had a room done in like seven minutes. I’ve never painted like that. Never got done that quick either. I considered trying it out, but the guy was moving into another room and I want this done.
Taking a last look at the building, I decide the brick works but the white columns and trim isn’t working for me. “Jinx, you like the white trim?”
He looks at every floor then the portico in the front. “Not really. Those columns would look good in a killer fire design. Like at the bike show. They had the fire columns and black trim. The ceiling was a weird blue like in the south.”
Huh. I think I like that. “It would match the mural going on each floor.” Our logo is a skull with fire wings on a black background and Badass showing through in fired print. The fire columns and black trim will match it.
As I’m walking to my bike, I call the contractor. “When the inside is done, I want the outside trim painted black. See if you can get the guy painting the mural on painting fire on the columns. The ceiling of the portico too and get the electrician to put LED to match around the inside of it.”
“I’ll go down now. He’s in the Ops room.”
“Thanks.” I swipe him off. “The contractor gets shit done quick. I like him.”
“He wants in. He said with the app he can work from anywhere. His wife left him. He’s got no ties.”
Fuck. “She didn’t like the life?” That’s usually how it goes. I need to talk to Seren about this shit.
Jinx takes a minute. “Son died of cancer. He was young. The wife took it hard and isn’t into the ol’ ladies helping or even calling. The kid was biker all the way. She’s done.”
“Shit. Talk to Falcon when he gets back. Take him in and we’ll keep his back. He’s a good Brother. Now I know why he’s always here.”
He nods sadly. “Nothing to go home to.”
