Page 11 of Fox and Nitro
Fox
“Any movement on the fuckers in the PD?” Rider asks, arms crossed over his chest as I belly up to the new bar in the clubhouse.
Renovations are coming along slowly, but that’s probably because every fucking brother here has decided to build cabins like the Tombs’ to live in and the labor is being done by the brothers. Savage is handy on the tools, but I can’t say the others are much help, which is why it’s taken this long to finally get the old formal dining room closed in for Church. That wasn’t originally the plan. We were going to keep having church in the dining room, nice and open so the women could join us. They’re important members of our MC, so it seemed only right that they would join us for all the big decisions we make. The only problem with that is sometimes the babies and kids would need their moms and you had them wandering in and out and accidentally hearing Chewy’s plans for world domination. So we decided to put a stop to that and close in Church like the old days.
Along with finishing Church, the brothers have pretty much knocked through the rest of the first floor, now giving us a hugecommon room with a bar on one side and the kitchen with a new, much larger serving hatch which Mama Debs seems to be making the most of. The main hall is now a part of the common room, meaning the wide staircase leading to the rooms upstairs is now a main feature of the room. Looks fucking cool too. We still have a wall on one side of the staircase, and that’s covered in pictures, not just of the Tombs family, but a lot of DRMC pictures that were saved from the rubble of our old clubhouse. It’s pretty cool, there’s history there and a new beginning, which a lot of us were looking for after doing our time overseas in various shitholes just trying to survive.
“Why do you want to know the PD gossip?” I ask, side eyeing him, “Aw, do you miss me at the garage?”
He rolls his eyes, “Nah, just hoping you don’t come back too soon.” He grins.
Niko rolls his eyes as if he knows Rider is bullshitting him before sliding a beer into my waiting hand.
“How you doing, Niko?”
“Fucking exhausted. When I’m not here I’m either working on the renovation, baby sitting Tess, or worse, keeping an eye on the Big Littles.” He shudders.
“Isn’t that Sage’s job?” Rider asks, brow furrowed.
Niko hits him with a look that would make a lesser man curl into himself. Or a clever man. Rider is neither of those things. “First off, just because she’s a woman doesn’t mean that she should be looking after the Big Littles. Second, she’s working hard for her nursing degree. Don’t give her shit, she may one day have to sew your other nipple back on.” He moves to the other end of the bar and starts furiously wiping down the bar top.
“He’s a touchy little thing, ain’t he?” Rider says, a glint in his eye.
“Brother, you know who his mother is. And his siblings. If I were you I’d quit while I was ahead. Elio hears you talking like that he’d probably pull some shit on you.”
“One of them put Nair in my bodywash. I feel smooth as a fucking dolphin now,” Savage grumbles.
Rider turns wide eyes on him. “What the hell did you do to them?”
Savage accepted the beer Niko slides toward him, “ I can’t actually be too sure if I offended them, or my Ol Lady paid them to do it,” he takes a long pull of his beer, his eyes moving around the room until they land on his wife, sitting with the rest of the girl gang.
“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Nitro says, averting his gaze when the girl gang notices our attention on them and gives us finger waves.
“Is it me, or do the brothers in this MC have dubious taste?” Savage asks, turning to us.
“What do you mean?” Tank asks, as he and Judge join us at the bar, the Tombs brothers following close behind.
“All the Ol Ladies are a little, how do I put this delicately, unhinged?”
“Speak for yourselves, my Ol Lady is a fucking angel,” Marx says, mooning at Lovely.
“She runs the new tattoo studio with Mad Dog. Skills we found out she hadaftertattooing a massive dick on a man.” Wire says drily.
“He deserved it,” Marx mumbles. “Fuck you anyway, it’s time for church.”
He leads the way into Church, the new heavy wooden door hung so as to give us privacy from the kids. Sometimes the women join, other times they like to sit out in the common room and dream up trouble. We take our seats and Marx bangs his fist on the wall, getting us started.
“What have we got going on at the PD?” He fixes his gaze on me and Nitro.
“Moss called us round to his last night after our shift. There’s been some whispers about us being at the PD. Hitchens and his crew are feeling pretty fucking nervous after their shipment was raided. They’re convinced we’re involved, just too dumb to figure out how,” I inform them.
“How big is this crew?”
Nitro clears his throat. “Three that we’re certain of. Hitchens, Norton and Ryan.” Nitro glances at me, “And I have my reservations about one of the receptionists.”
“Not Barb!” My head snaps in his direction. Not my lovely old Barb. For a few smiles and a wink here and there I get all the office gossip.
“Fuck no, it’s the young one. The blonde,” Nitro replies.
