Page 37 of Taming the Bear
By the time I walk out into the living room, I see Chantal sitting on the couch with her arms wrapped around her knees and Mack Truck eating. My brothers could eat, but Mack Truck is definitely the one that can put the fucking food away.
“Let’s get out of here before you put hot sauce on my fridge,” I call out and walk towards the door. Before we leave, I open the hall closet and pull out a leather jacket that just has the club’s name on it and hand it to Chantal. “Wear this, it’s going to be cold.”
She takes it gently from my hands and holds it close to her chest. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to decipher what my gift meant.
Between you and I, I will tell you exactly what it means. It means I’m claiming this woman after only fucking her a handful of times and I don’t ever want to let her go.
“Prez, I don’t mean being an asshole or whatever, but we got business,” Mack Truck reminded me.
“Put on the coat and walk out to my bike. We will be leaving in a second,” I tell her. I watch as she leaves the house and walks out to my bike. “I’ve told you numerous times to not come to my fucking house,” I growl at my friend.
He throws his hands up a little in the air and then walks out of my house. “Next time answer your phone or tell Flip where you are taking Chantal.”
I shake off my foul mood and see Chantal standing next to the bike and slipping on the jacket that I gave her. The jacket is nothing special like she is probably thinking it is. Yeah, it has my club name on it but it’s not a Property Patch like she probably thinks.
At least, not yet. I will get her her own coat that has the patch on it that tells everyone that matters that she’s mine.
The ride to the clubhouse is a quick and fast one with no problems that came up. If I wasn’t so worked up about why I got dragged here, I would have appreciated Chantal’s tight body snuggled against my back. I appreciated the quick ride and immediately pull up to wear Chantal’s car is now parked.
“When did my car get here?” She asks me after climbing off of the bike like a pro.
Hot damn. A feeling of pride swirls in my gut as I watch her slide off of my bike like she’s been riding forever.
I shrug and then grab her hand to pull her into the clubhouse so I could find out what happened to my brother. “Baby, I know we have a lot to discuss, but why don’t you go wait in my room? I have to talk to my brothers for a little bit.”
“All right,” she says as she starts walking down the hallway to my room.
Hopefully, she’s going to do some work or something to make the time go by quickly for her. This meeting is going to be a long one and I have a feeling I’m going to piss off a lot of my fucking brothers.
“Everyone with a bottom rocker that says you belong to this club, I want your asses seated at this mother fucking table now!” I demand as I walk through the main room of the clubhouse. “Those of you that are probates, I want you outside right now circling the perimeter. Dismissed!” I yell as I walk to my table in the back office.
The thing that I like about the table, which is a fancy form of saying our club meeting, is that the room has an electric charge that jams phones from being able to work in here. As a rule that I put in place, I demand that all phones are left outside of the room anyways, but this is the added security I needed.
Mack Truck, Q Ball, Slice, Flip and Smokey make up my main officers with titles. These are the five people that are supposed to have my back no matter what and they get the second most kick back. Smokey is my vice president and is next in line for the throne if I ever give it up. Mack Truck, Q Ball, Flip and Slice are my lieutenants that I send out to enforce my rules and regulations to the general public.
A few years ago, we all decided that we wanted to help our community by being more involved. Yeah, we like to help and all of that shit but we needed the community to think we weren’t that bad of people. Now what we do is put a little money into all of the businesses in our small town and offer them guidance.
I don’t bother waiting until I get to my seat before I begin what I have to say. “First things first, boys. Why the fuck was Half Ball picked up like this? I’m livid that my brothers are so easily picked up.”
Flip cleared his throat and then looked around the table at everyone that is sitting here with us. “Half Ball was picked up because he got sloppy. He didn’t lock his doors nor did he set his fucking alarm at the house. What’s worse than that? He didn’t even have his gun on his holster.”
“How do you know about the holster?” Smokey asks him and lights a cigarette.
Man, that’s a good idea.I light a cigarette of my own and have to fight from smoking too fast. “Do you have feed on the house?” I inquire.
“Of course I do,” Flip says arrogantly. “I have feeds on all of your fucking houses. We live within the one percent of the population who follows through on what we want. I need to make sure everyone is safe. You got a problem with it? Let me know because I won’t change it.”
“No need to get hasty,” Q Ball says.
Slice growls at the table and rubs his hand over his face in exasperation. “Look, we need to get Half Ball back and we need to do it right fucking now. I say we do a little recon and see what they want.”
I nod my head and puff on my cigarette until it’s cashed. Damn it. That went too fast. I light another one and puff two puffs before addressing the table. “Who here thinks it’s a rival? I want to know what you all think before we go blazing through everyone’s clubs with our AK’s.”
Flip makes a noise and it draws all of our attentions to him. “Prez and I had a run in with Big Sir, Slim Jim and Big Don today.”
Smokey bangs his fist on the table and looks at me with hatred in his eyes. This wouldn’t be the first time that he has had a problem with what I do with my club. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now, prez?”
Mack Truck and Slice both grunt out their gripes and I roll my eyes at them. God damn Flip and his fucking big ass mouth.
