Page 84 of Master's Rise
He nods. “Me and Amos are good, but I’ll get the others paid. Thanks, Boss.” He walks to Cowboy Sr.
I’m ready to go. “So you’ll do the office?” I ask Jr.
With a big smile, he nods. “Yeah. It will be the first office I’ve done. Am I doing actual offices too?”
I shrug. “If they want it, do walls and shit, the furniture is new except mine. Look at the building first. Ops and Security Centers are off-limits and have no room for anything. Screens are all over the walls. The Department heads may want their offices done. If you don’t go crazy, you can do mine but don’t clutter it. I like my desk, that’s why it’s not new. Meeting rooms have the logo on a wall but may need shit. I don’t know. That’s your job.”
“I’ll be there in the morning.”
“Good enough. Are we done?” I look at my Brothers.
Everyone nods so I walk out. I hear Paul, “I didn’t pay.”
Banks makes me smile. “The Club did. New beginning and all that other shit the Boss is always talking about. Our heart needs people to run it. Do that, the bill is paid.”
I swing my leg clamping my mouth shut. Jesus, I need a nap and Bengay.
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Seren
For some reason, I thought he’d be eating his skillet breakfast when I walk in. He’s not in the kitchen and it’s getting dark. I check the patio thinking he’s talking out his day but it’s empty. We rarely sit in the living room but I check. Maybe he went for a run.
I need a shower after training, it was cool to sit in a classroom right at the office then see my bike in the back. They have a car lot full of them under metal, like at the airport. Cort told me all the roofs have solar, that’s how the Office runs. Crow was Indian and liked anything that helped the earth. I’m glad they...He’s in bed?
I walk over quietly, he’s sleeping. I did tell him to take a nap, but I was kidding. Feeling his forehead doesn’t wake him and settles my worry. I take a shower smiling the whole time at my big Badass biker needing a nap.
He’s always working at night when I fall asleep and it has been busy for him. I’m not going to say a word. I could have used a nap the other day. The Brothers pick on him for everything. I’d get pissed, but he never says anything.
With my pjs on, I look for food. Tomato soup and grilled cheese are about all I’m up for creating. We need food. Web said something about an app and Prospects delivering. While I’m cooking, I call and get the low down on how to be a lazy wife. He asks about training then laughs because I’m excited that I learned to put gas in the tank and check oil and tire pressure.
He’s excited he’s getting furniture tomorrow. Since they all came here to see the house and have a beer on the porch, I tell him I’ll check it out before training and bake some cookies for him at the pizzeria. He laughs hanging up. I hope he doesn’t think I’m kidding. Maybe he’d get killed if I’m alone. I’ll ask Cort tomorrow.
Ordering food is a breeze. A Prospect calls saying they’ll deliver and put the food away while I’m out. He has my schedule. I love those guys. They’re like minions.
With dinner and shopping done, I look at my work schedule. The Brothers are ordering everything regularly so dough, chicken, meatballs, sausage and even the cookies that were originally for kid’s bags are always running low. I set up for two days of cooking and double what I’m doing now. Using the new delivery days covers two full days for me. I fill in for Sunday morning inventory and Saturday morning paperwork. I’m still light on hours but Danielle and Sammy keep trying to push me out the door. They’ve got everything running well, as long as they don’t run out of food.
I’m not as gung-ho on filling my days there as I thought I’d be. With it running well, I feel more like I’m in the way than helping. At our party, an ol’ lady asked me about the kids’ program. I could ask Cort. He always says he grew up in the Club with a tinge of pride in his voice. From what Claire said, the Michigan and Ohio kids were in it too. I could do something for the Club while I’mnotshopping, stopping for gas or even working. It would be something to do at the very least.
Looking up the Michigan chapter, I see a whole page set for the kids. This is a lot more than I thought it would be. With my laptop, I copy and paste ideas from all the chapters I can find. There are a lot of Badass chapters like ours, with a different name. They have MC Brotherhood of Badass Bikers chapters too and all of those say charter somewhere on the page.
Trying to piece it together, I realize Badass is a national Club with chapters that branch out labeled as affiliates. The statements look similar but they’re not all the same. The President of Colorado, Major, is MC Badass and he is affiliated to another Club with a different name and us. There’s a coming soon icon and I click it seeing the city Club waiting for paperwork. That’s what they cleared a couple of weeks ago, Cort’s old Club. They must be a chapter like us now. It doesn’t tell me a name. I’ll have to ask.
A yawn catches me by surprise. Closing it all down, I shuffle to bed. It’s just after eleven. I smile when Cort pulls me closer. We’re like an old married couple. Being biker-married hasn’t made me cool yet. I yawn again thinking about that. It sure is making me lazy.
