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I can hear the fuckin’ arguing even before I get off my bike. Goddamn it, how hard is it to get a remodeled clubhouse ready for Thanks-fuck-giving dinner? Walking to the door, I see Bullet leaning against the building, head hanging low.

“What the fuck’s up, brother? Ya okay?”

When he lifts his head, I can see the wet on his cheeks but don’t say a fuckin’ thing as this brother can be sensitive, which is not a bad thing. Keeps our club balanced with the other lunatics.

“Hey, Brick, nothing, just thinking I’m probably not going to be one of the brothers who can keep helping Chains out. It’s tearing me apart, Prez. I’m having nightmares after each one of his sessions and it ain’t him, it’s me. I’m a wimp, as we all know, just look at my record here with the club.”

I grab him by the neck, pullin’ him close so our foreheads touch when I lean down to him.

“Ya ain’t no goddamn wimp? What did I tell ya, Bullet, when ya told me ya wanted to try this? Do ya remember ‘cause I sure the fuck do. I said give it a go, but if it don’t work or ya can’t do it, no big deal. I didn’t expect ya to not tell me how much that shit was botherin’ ya, kid. I’ve always told ya, Bullet, I got your back. So it ain’t a thing, just don’t go any more. I’ll have a word or two with Chains. I’m pretty fuckin’ sure he’s already figured out that ain’t gonna be your gig. Especially with Spitfire in your life, no way she’d want ya to be a part of all that bullshit.”

He goes to lower his head, but I hold steady. Our eyes meet and I can see he feels like he’s lettin’ the club down, which is total bullshit. This kid is the first to step in to help anyone and the last to leave. Fuck, since we met Tim, or as we affectionally call him now Bullet, he’s always been fighting some internal battle. No more. For Christ’s sake, he’s part of the Grimm Wolves club not some pansy-ass weekend riding club.

“We good, brother? ‘Cause if we are, sounds like I need to get my ass in there and break up the animals before someone gets hurt.”

“Yeah, Brick, we’re good. Thanks for always understanding. I appreciate it.”

“That’s good to hear. Might want to save that for our Thanksgiving dinner.”

He lets out a chuckle as I smile down at him, while givin’ him one last neck squeeze before I let him go. Then I stomp to the door, swing it open, and my head just about blows off my damn shoulders. Jesus Christ, these morons are gonna be the death of me. Sons of bitches.

“What in the ever-lovin’ hell are you idiots doing? I told ya to get this ready for the ol’ ladies. How fuckin’ hard is it, ya dumb asses? They are supposed to be here in less than an hour. The women are supposed to go over everything for next week. Look at this place, it stinks like goddamn weed, fuckin’ sex, and damn booze. Not bringin’ my kiddos into this nest of degenerates, that’s for damn sure. So what’s the problem? Can someone tell me why this ain’t done?”

They all look at each other then back at me. Can you say the Three fuckin’ Stooges? Diesel scratches his head, while Wild looks around, and leave it to Stallion to shift his balls then scratch his ass. Diesel gives me his eyes and then I understand their confusion.

“Prez, not sure about these two, but didn’t know we were supposed to clean this dump up. We’ll get right on it, promise.”

Hearing this it makes me think. Oh fuck, again didn’t think before I let my mouth run.

“Son of a bitch, brothers, it wasn’t y’all I told to clean this up, it was the boys. Where are they anyway?”

Wild smiles then looks over his shoulder and down the hall to where our gym is. And just by the way my brother smiles, it dawns on me those hormonal, asshole teenagers are watching the sweet butts practice their dancing shit back there. I stalk down the hall with the three brothers following me. Seeing the door open to our workout room, I shift it open and, yeah, I was right Talon, Rogue—holy shit—Damien, Rider, and Calum. The last three look so out of place, as they are quite a bit younger than Fury’s twins. Clearing my throat, Damien, Rider, and Calum look back at me, wide-eyes and faces flushed. Yeah, they are embarrassed to shit. I’m gonna kill the twins, swear to God.

“Ya three, get the hell outta here. Start cleanin’ up the main room, will ya?”

Damien nods as the three of them take off like their uncle Chains is after their asses. The twins are now almost grown and like that the younger boys follow them around, but doubt they wanted to do this shit. Lookin’ at the young men staring me down makes me start to feel my age. Not to mention I have a bunch of kiddos at home growing like weeds. Will, George, and Hazel have to be one of my best achievements in my life. To watch them grow up is beyond amazing and for them to have Emmie as their momma, they are truly blessed. Shaking my head to clear those thoughts out, need to get back to the here and now.

“Talon, Rogue, what the hell were ya both thinkin’ bringing those kids in here to watch the women work a damn pole? Jesus, don’t even want to think about either of you watchin’, for Christ’s sake. Now, either ya both are carrying rolls of coins in your pockets or maybe droolin’ over those women, ‘cause I’m guessin’ all of that isn’t ‘cause you’re happy to see me.”

They both try to shift their junk, which has the Three Stooges behind me snickering. Yeah, like they don’t get hard watchin’ those sweet butts shaking their moneymakers.

“Now move your asses, get in there, and do the job I’m supposed to be payin’ ya for so your insurance is covered on both of your cars. That was the deal between both of ya and your mom. So get, and don’t boss those younger kids into doing all the work. I said go.”

Watching them shuffle by, I turn to see one of the sweet butts smiling our way until I let out a growl. She immediately turns and walks to the other women in the room. Gonna need someone to talk to them to either lock the door or find somewhere else to practice. Now, I’m heading back to my office to call my ol’ lady and tell her the space ain’t ready, and she might want to reschedule until maybe tomorrow or the day after. I don’t get the whole big production for a day when all we do is stuff our faces and watch football, while the women drink their wine or mixed drinks and gossip. Why we gotta change shit around this year? Who knows, all I know is what Emmie wants I give to her, so yeah, The Grimm Wolves Motorcycle Club is hosting a Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse. I’m so thrilled…fuckin’ NOT. But my ol’ lady gets whatever, so her heart’s content.

Slamming the door after I walk into my office, I plop down on my chair and shake the mouse thing on my computer so it wakes up. Grabbing the desk phone, I hit the number for Karma. Gettin’ a voice message, I tell him need to see him whenever he has a minute. Then I start to pound through emails and requests for help. Since we’ve tried to go legit, and yeah, we’ve been givin’ it our best shot, but shit happens so we roll with it. We’ve been helping two motorcycle clubs out in Montana, since one of them strictly deals with breaking up circuits of human trafficking. I make sure Karma is always available to give a hand with his mad as fuck computer skills. Also, within our area, we always try to help out the citizens who either request our help or we know they need it, but are too proud to reach out. Working so diligently, I don’t hear the knock on my door till someone pounds on the other side of it.

“Well, fuck, hold your boxers on and come in, goddamn it.”

Not raising my head at first, I hear footsteps and I mean more than two, so I lean back to see Karma, Beast, Stitch, and Chains gettin’ settled in my office. Oh great, an impromptu meeting of the minds. Just what I don’t need. Leaning back in my chair, I wait to see who’s gonna go first with some hairbrained idea. When no one says a word, I shift and lean forward with elbows on my desk, looking at the lot in my office. Being impatient at times, this being one of them, I just let loose.

“So what brings you all to my office? Something I can do for one or all of ya? Speak up, for Christ’s sake, already. Or are we gonna drink coffee and gossip like a bunch of bitches?”

Seeing them all smirk, it dawns on me they are there to fuck with me—as usual—though Stitch isn’t usually one of the brothers who shoves shit my way. I glance his way to see he’s staring at me intently. I raise an eyebrow at him to see that freaky smile of his slowly appear on his face.

“What’s goin’ on, Stitch? Just tell me already, don’t want to have to go back and forth until someone finally breaks. I got shit to do.”

As I wait for him to answer me, I hear a tap-tap right before the door opens yet again, and in walks Jackson, Wild, and Fury. It’s getting tight in here, though Fury walks to me and stands directly off to one side of me, leaning up against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. He looks like he’s waiting for a bus or something. Jackson goes right to Chains, who pulls him close. That is something new and, to me, one of the best things to come out of the last couple of years within the Grimm Wolves. Chains has finally let his past go and is openly involved with both Jackson and Winnie. Love at its finest, as my Emmie says. Wild is on the other side of Jackson, close but not too close. Hearing his throat clear, I move my eyes to Stitch.

“Brick, we got a problem. This shit about having Thanksgiving dinner here is beyond ridiculous. Have you seen this place? It’s a dump, not to mention a breeding ground for germs, for Christ’s sake. Why can’t we have it at someone’s house? Might work better, is there any way you can convince Emmie to change the location?”

Shakin’ my head, I already know there is no way my ol’ lady is gonna change where the party is going to happen. She has her heart set on this place, so I’ll bust my ass and every brother involved with my club will bust their asses too.

“All right, let me be straight with all of ya. It’s going down here, so let’s plan this out. I want every brother and prospect to donate a day here. Listen to me, motherfuckers. Let’s do a day for members and two days for prospects. All we really need to clean is the main room, dining area, outside kitchen and patio area, bathrooms, and kitchen. This ain’t gonna be too bad since there’s so many of us. Remember, assholes, our ol’ ladies and kids are gonna be here for that dinner, not to mention some of the neighbors or townsfolk might show up or drop in for a bit. Try really hard to get this place lookin’ good, will ya? This wasn’t my idea, but as we all go that extra mile for our ol’ ladies. Let’s get this shit done. The quicker it’s cleaned up, the faster we can pass that torch to the women to decorate and get the food plannin’ going. Thanksgiving is next Thursday. Let’s figure out a schedule so we are done by Sunday, or Monday at the latest. That will give the women the area for almost four full days to do whatever they have to do. Deal? We all in agreement?”

I hear all the ayes so I take it as a done deal. One thing on my list of shit that hopefully will get done now. Before we get into the details, Chains raps his knuckles on the wall for my attention, so I look behind me.

“Umm, was gonna call Emmie but, shit, I was starvin’. For that dinner, I kinda invited a maybe prospect and his siblings. Before ya all jump down my throat, he asked if we were lookin’ for someone to help with, well, ya know what I do. Brick, we gotta talk about Bullet. He ain’t gonna work. Poor kid, I can see it in his face. Anyway, tell Emmie we might have as little as five or as many as seven extra guests.”

“I’ll let her know. Thanks for giving her advance notice, asshole. Where’d ya find this kid at?”

“He was the one we brought in with the doping asshole. Turns out he was there to end that motherfucker ‘cause he tried to pull that shit on one of the kid’s sisters. I told him I’d talk to both ya and Fury ‘bout this. So guess I’m speaking to both of ya about it now.”

Fury just shakes his head while grinning at Chains. I guess this is better than what he used to be as our enforcer. He’s come a long fuckin’ way, that’s for sure. Making a note to tell my ol’ lady ‘bout the additional head count, I nod and look at everyone so we can continue with the original conversation. After everyone agrees, we all put our heads together to break down what needs to be cleaned or tossed. Gonna need a bunch of tables, which we have some if not all, but gonna need to send the sweet butts to get all kinds of shit. Time to pull the women into this crazy as shit idea. I mean really, never in my entire life did I think we’d be having a Thanksgiving event, not just a dinner in the clubhouse. Though shouldn’t be too surprised, we’ve done Christmas for years. Well, since Emmie and I got together, so it just goes to figure it’d be my ol’ lady wanting to do a huge “what are we thankful for holiday.” I just know she’s gonna get pissed ‘cause my brothers are not gonna bare their souls and tell everyone what they are thankful for this year. There are some things I just can’t fuckin’ control, and this is one of them. God, I can’t wait for this holiday to be over already.