Page 9 of Taming the Bear
There’s a lull in our conversation as we finish our food and then drink the rest of our beers. By the time we have finished, I see that it’s dark outside and I cringe a little.
Joe must sense my discomfort because he becomes quite alarmed that I cringed. “What’s the matter?”
I shake my head and refuse to admit that I’m afraid of the dark. “How did you get into your gang?” I ask instead.
“We’re not a gang, babe,” he says with malice. “Don’t say that shit around the guys or they will get pissed. My dad was president when I was in high school and after I went to school, I realized that I liked the club and what it stood for. Many people think that when you become apart of the brotherhood, you lose your sense of individuality, but that’s not the case. I’m still Joe.”
I’m not going to lie to you, I’m surprised how deep he actually is. I never expected such a complex answer and it’s making me like him more. Not only is he fucking hot, but he has a complexity that I didn’t see before.
“What’s something that I’m going to have to know before I go into your clubhouse?”
Joe looks to his left and then smiles at me mischievously with a glimmer in his eye. “Let’s just say, the guys don’t limit their craziness and you shouldn’t judge.”
Fuck. I have no idea what I’m getting into and I’m freaked the fuck out.
The Bear
Before we leave the restaurant, I text one of the older brothers that have been in the club for a while. I like Fat Cat a lot and have a lot of respect for the man for what he’s gone through in his life.
Last year, Fat Cat’s wife died in a car accident that killed his daughter as well and it destroyed all of us to watch our brother go through that. The poor guy has been drinking every night but he’s one hell of a brother and will do anything for us.
Plus, we prospected together and came up through the rankings under my dad, Big Steel.
From what I have learned in the club, each group of prospects learn different things and have a different personality. I’m not saying it’s bad or anything, but you can tell a lot about the nube (newby) by who raised them from the start. Big Steel was a badass and he took no shit. The club came first and that was it. He ruled the club and took them from the stone ages (before technology) to the millennium and helped us rake in more money.
ME: bringin someone home with me
FAT CAT: sweet. want me to get the room ready for ya?
ME: no, i want you to make sure that there’s no naked pussy running around. this girl is special
FAT CAT: did you get wifed up?
ME: pretty close to it. do what i asked.
After I pay the check, Chantal tries to reach into her little purse and pulls out money to give me. I shake my head and then throw my arm around her neck. “Baby, I take care of what’s mine. Let’s get outta here so I can show you our castle.”
She giggles and then leans up to my cheek. I can feel her breath as it fans across my face and it makes me shiver from the nearness.
There’s a little voice in the back of my mind that is telling me how dangerous it is to let her get close to me. I have not taken out a bitch since Dana and that was only because she was pregnant with my kid. I don’t take bitches out to dinner and because I’m here with Chantal, I know that I’m going to catch some shit from it.
“You are such a dork. Thanks for dinner.”
“No problem. Follow me back in your car and I will take you to the house.”
The familiar rumble of my bike soothes me and makes me feel as if shit is actually going to go as planned. I let the wind envelope me and I took a deep breath to soothe my nerves over what is about to happen.
I’m taking a big fucking risk by having Chantal come stay with me. A huge risk. If my brothers find out that I’ve brought an outsider into the club to hack into their computers, I could lose my presidency patch. Shit, I could be stripped of all patches from the club.
Let’s not forget that I could be stoned out of the club… Killed and then destroyed.
It’s about ten miles from the restaurant until we get to the clubhouse. It’s off the main road and about three miles in the middle of the woods to keep shit hidden. We are guarded by top security graded fences and a guard is posted at all times to regulate. Any outsiders will be stopped and searched before they are able to gain access to the club.
Call me paranoid, but someone did just try to blow me the fuck up. I’m not going to allow that to happen again. And now that I’m taking in a civilian to the club, I need to be extra careful.
Chauncy, one of the prospects is watching the gate tonight and I pull off to talk to him. “How many people are in there tonight?” I ask him. I shut the engine of my bike off so I could hear what he has to say.
He’s a younger guy who was backed by Red Bull. Red Bull has been a brother for about five years and I like what he brings to the table. The man is a master mechanic and can fix everything which is why we voted for Chauncy to prospect.
