Page 1 of Romania
CHAPTER ONE
ROMANIA
Walking into the break room in the mechanics garage, I called, “Hey, hi, hello, guys.” I loved saying all three together. One was never enough, and all three made things cheerier, especially here at work. I hoped my greeting made people happier. Plus the biker brothers around me seemed to smile when they heard me say it.
I headed straight for the table and the chocolate muffins. I picked one up as I got side hugged.
Glancing up, I gave Dive a chocolate-mouth smile, which had him laughing. “How goes it, Rommy?”
I loved being called Rommy instead of Romania. My full name always made me think I was getting into trouble.
After swallowing, I said, “Good, good. How’s things with you? Is Mena coming in today? How’s Koda with school? You know, when I was seventeen, I started to look at boys in a new light. Have you given Koda the sex talk yet?”
Dive blinked down at me. I tended to have that type of reaction from people because I said what came to mind. And honestly, there tended to be a lot buzzing around in my head. But also, I sometimes never thought about my words before blurting them out.
Thankfully, the brothers knew how to take me. It helped that I’d grown up around this mob since I was seven.
Dive grinned. “The talk has been had. No problem there. And Mena is making lunch for the club today, so she’ll be here later.”
“Wicked. I love her cooking,” I said around a mouthful of muffin.
He-he, that’s so not the first muffin I’ve had near my mouth.
Dive winked, leaning in to kiss my temple before saying, “Gonna grab a mug of coffee. You want?”
When I shook my head, still munching on my treat, he slipped over to the coffee counter.
Dive was my dad’s closest brother and friend. He’s more like an uncle to me and my brother, Texas. Growing up, we spent a lot more of our time around Dive, Mena, and Koda than the rest of the brothers.
Still, the club was like one big family anyway, which I loved.
My life was damn blessed. I loved the people around me, where I worked, my bike, and the books I read. I still lived at home, but I wasn’t looking at wasting my money on a billion bills when I didn’t have to. I wanted to travel and have fun for a couple of years before I decided to do adulting stuff.
I just had to convince Mum and Dad to trust that I’d be safe travelling on my own. I wanted to go from one place to another whenever I wished, to do what I wanted without anyone breathing down my neck.
I’d saved enough money again after I purchased my own ride and put funds into making her the perfect bike for me.
Now I wanted to see the world.
“Rommy,” Dad called, holding up a bottle of strawberry milk. When I nodded, he threw it my way. Lucky I was good at catching.
“Thanks, Dad,” I called, chocolate pieces flying out of my mouth. Oops.
“Keep it in your mouth,” he said with a sigh.
After swallowing, I voiced, “That’s what he said.”
I grinned, getting a few chuckles though mostly groans around me.
Dad shook his head. “Get to work,” he ordered.
I saluted him with my drink and walked out into the garage. As I passed Knife and Beast, who were working on a 1970 Holden Ute, I whistled. “That’s gonna purr like a kitten when you two are done.”
Knife smirked. “She won’t be the only one I make purr.”
Knife chuckled when Beast shoved him and signed, “Who the fuck are you talking about?”
“You, babe,” Knife said, making sure Beast could read his lips. “Always you.” He leaned in for a quick kiss.
