Page 17 of Chaos
The others groan and roll their eyes at his antics as they all dismount the bikes. We move as a group towards to the clubhouse and that’s when I get my first clear view of the building. It is a rather large old red brick warehouse, with a large garage attached. Looking around I can the area is enclosed with a tall wire fence, keeping everything secure. Looking around I realise I’m lagging behind and rush to keep up as everyone files through the door and inside the clubhouse. Just as we enter the door, the scraping of crawls on the floor and loud barks can be heard. A few seconds later, two rather large Rottweilers appear, heading straight for Chaos. I take a step back as an arm comes around my shoulders.
“Don’t scared. They make look fierce but trust me they are soft teddies really. Spend more time licking air as if they are fucking lizards,” Riot chuckles in my ear.
Chaos is now knelt on the floor with both dogs fussing over him, trying to what looks like lick him to death. Maybe Riot is right.
“Liv Sweetpea, meet my babies, this is Raze and King,” Chaos says, holding is hand out for me to take.
He gives me a reassuring smile as a place my hand in his and kneel next to him. Both dogs are sitting looking at me with their heads tilted, staring intently at me, judging me. I slowly reach my hands out for each of them to smell.
“Boys, this Liv,” Chaos says.
Both dogs slowly smell my hand then a second later I’m laid on my looking at the ceiling while they give me, what I think might the seal of approval by also trying to lick me to death. I can’t help the giggle that bursts free.
“Okay boys, enough,” shouts Chaos as the dogs lets me up and I finally get a look around the clubhouse.
The inside is not what I thought it would be. It opens into a main commons area which is dotted with large leather sofas with solid coffee tables in front of them, then bar style tables and chairs mixed in. The bar again is solid wood and takes up the back wall with high stools lined up in front of it. A swing door to the right of the bar looks like it might lead to a kitchen area. To the left is large arched opened which I'm not where it leads. The walls are painted a warm grey with black and white old photos hanging of what looks like past members and gatherings. Mixed in with photos are old fashioned Harley Davidson and Indian bike memorabilia.
As I'm looking around the prospects have brought peoples person bags inside.
“Come on Sweetpea, I’ll show you where you can freshen up.” Chaos says as he guides me down the corridor which is lined with what look like offices and then up some stairs.
The dogs are trotting behind us. We continue down a corridor and stop at door on the right towards the bottom. Chaos unlocked the door and lets us in. The room is bright, with a large window overlooking the front of building. The room is set out like a living space, there is large grey comfy looking sofa facing a large TV and entertainment centre. Typical man, the TV is massive.
A lovely natural wood coffee table sits between the sofa and the TV unit. At the side is a large cosy chair which matches the sofa. A small side table sits between the sofa and chair with a lamp sitting on it. Over on the other side is a kitchen area. It looks modern with white units and plenty of counter space, a cooker and hob with built in microwave and plus an island separating it from the main living space, with stool tucked under to make a breakfast bar. The space is really clean but lacks that homely touch. The dogs push past me and drop down on the rug as if we are now boring them.
“This is my space, the kitchen you can see, the door over there is a bathroom and the other next to it is my bedroom. I’m really sorry but we don’t have any spare rooms at the moment so you can have mine,” he tells me.
Looking over to where he points, on the walls of the TV unit is two doors, one open, showing the bathroom and another closed, which must be the bedroom.
“Where will you sleep?” I ask following him into the bedroom with my bag still in my hand.
The bedroom is very male. A huge bedroom fills the room, with dark grey bedding and a black blanket laid across the bottom. A dresser is at the bottom of the bed, against the wall with another TV on it. The windows again are big and letting lots of light in. The other wall is filled with fitted wardrobes.
I notice as Chaos is putting clothes from his bag into draws in the dresser and some in a wash basket in the corner, he is moving slowly and as if he is in pain.
“I’ll sleep on the sofa or in with one of the other if that would make you feel more comfortable.”
Watching him a little longer, I have to ask.
“Chaos are you in pain?” I ask softly as I take a seat on the end of the bed, bag still in hand.
He stops what he’s doing and turns to look at me.
“What makes you think I'm in pain”
Really? I can see it written all over his face and in the way he moves. Giving him a look, he smiles.
“I’m not as young as I was once and due to a few accidents, my muscles don’t handle long rides like they used to. I’ll be fine after a soak in the bath.”
Nine
Chaos
Mymuscles are killing me but no way am I admitting that to her. No way.
I’m not weak man by any means but I am human and I’m not getting any younger. Being in my mid-thirties now and having a few minor bike accidents under my belt, the beating my muscles take from a long run is getting worse. I can feel the ache in my shoulders and my back. Plus, my legs are not missing out on the pain either. Jesus Christ, if this my thirties, I’m not sure I'll make it forty. Trying to not show the pain, I carry on moving some of my things to other draws to make room for Olivia and her things.
Poor girl only has one fucking bag. If she’s going to stay here with us, were going to need to get her some more clothes and shoes. She has biker boots on at the minute but sneaking a look, she could do with new ones, they seem worn. It makes me angry that she has so little and yet she was with her dad, who should have been doing his job and providing properly for her. Not having worn boots or being treated as if she’s the fucking maid. The rage I felt at her being mistreated like that by people, who should be having her back and treating her like family is engulfing. I push it down though as I don’t want to scare her again. I never want to scare her, ever. I feel a small hand on my shoulder and turn to look at her.
