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Lynx

Spending the afternoon with Moose was like having a miniature best friend that followed you around, was happy to see you, and didn’t beg for everything in sight.

The number of women that touched my arm was shocking.

Then there were the ones who flat out went to grab my cock.

Those usually ended up with Moose growling at them and them jumping away.

“Moose, let’s go get a Timbits and some coffee,” I say, the cab of my truck is filled with nothing but pants and slobber as I pull into the Tim Hortons drive-thru.

“Can I please have a large steeped tea with one milk and one sugar, a large double, double with an espresso shot and I have a furry little friend that would like a ten pack of old-fashioned plain donuts,” I speak into the speaker box.

The woman on the other end of the line distorted, but she confirms and tells me my total.

The line in front of me is about four deep.

I can see the window, and it looks like the person in that car and the worker are having a conversation.

They are laughing, and the car behind them is getting impatient.

Their arms are waving all over the place, and you can see through his back window that he is shouting.

“Moose, some people need to learn to relax,” I mumble, giving his head a scratch and moving up when the line starts to move. It doesn’t take long before I reach the window. Smiling at the person who tells me my total and waiting for them to pass me the stuff I had ordered.

“Thank you for choosing Tim Hortons. Have a great day.” The lady smiles at me as she finishes handing me the order. I smile in reply and slowly pull forward.

Just as I finish placing my coffee in the holder and look up into the headlights of the car that is speeding through the parking lot. It forces me to slam on my brakes and brace Moose against my arm.

The guy in the car honks and flips me off.

“Fucker, you are lucky I have a better place to be than sitting in a jail cell for beating your ass,” I yell out the window as I pull up beside him.

He turns to look at me, his eyes going big before he slams his foot on the gas and flies out of the parking lot, cutting off every vehicle just to get away from me.

Flipping my indicator on to go in the opposite direction, I look over at Moose. His head is watching the other car. “I know, boy. Assholes think they can get away with everything.”

***

The clubhouse is dead at this time of day. The girls are roaming around cleaning up the main room and the guys are lounging on the couches. A few are in the corner either flipping through their phones or playing on the PlayStation we have set up in the corner.

“Has Liquid returned yet?” I ask, looking to the men in the room.

“Yes, she is in her room,” Spin says, her head nodding toward the back where the rooms are.

“But she has asked us to only let Jessikah and Tina back there. She isn’t ready to talk to any of the males in here yet.” Lala states, her eyes going to Skoden.

“What army is going to stop me from going and checking on one of the officers in this club,” I state, looking at all the women standing there.

“With all due respect, sir. I will,” Spin says, stepping out from behind the bar. She makes her way to the mouth of the hallway and stands with her legs apart and arms crossed. Slowly, all the girls stand side by side, effectively blocking the way to the hall.

“Lynx, respect. And you know I got loads for you. But if you take one step towards where that girl is I will put you on your ass faster than you can say blow me,” Margie states, looking into my eyes as she approaches me. Moose squeezes between my legs and sits with his ears straight up.

“Scale of flowers to axes. Where does she sit?” I ask, watching as Margie steps closer and leans in.

“That girl is haunted. Her eyes are black and the devil is playing in her mind. She hasn’t learned to play nicely with her own demons and now they have brought friends. Your best is to leave her for the time being, and bring Tina and Jessikah over to bring the girl back to us.

I nod, rubbing Moose’s head and making my way to the office. I have to clean off some of the invoices that should have been paid. It shouldn’t take me long to finish, and then I will get ready in the bathroom before taking Moose back to Tina and Jessikah.

Thinking about the night to come, I know I am going to have to take it at Jessikah’s pace, but seeing how strong she is and has been makes me crave her.

The phone on my desk rings, bringing me out of my thoughts of Jessikah.

Looking down at the screen, I see a name flash across it that I haven’t spoken to in years.

Elrik Jameson, the reason the Royal Bastards are such a huge club across the world.

He is a man of his word and makes sure every club and its members that wear the Royal Bastards’ patch are following the creed of the club.

We may be in different parts of the world, but we all believe in the same path.

“Jameson, what’s up, brother?” Leaning back in my chair and listening to the man on the other end give me an update on the club. As much as I respect Jameson, he better not keep me too long. I have a date with Jessikah, and I am really looking forward to spending time with just her.

“Hello, Lynx, this is the annual chapter check in. Same as every other year. Have the brothers and sister signed off on the charter of Bastards rules? Are all dues up to date? Is there anything I need to be made aware of?” Jameson states, his voice very business and no messing around type.

“All members of RBMC – Northern Ontario Chapter have signed and agreed to the charter of Bastards rules. The members are all caught up on dues and the dues have been deposited into the account. We had a few issues with Liquid, but she was having a PTSD episode and took solace at the clubhouse of our sister chapter Royal Harlots. Their president called and let me know where she was. She is back home and we are working with her to find her way back from the PTSD demons. Other than that, all things are clear and well.” I pull up the deposit slip from when I made the deposit into the US banking account.

This allows the mother chapter to take their payment in US funds.

“While I have you on the phone. I have an idea. What do you think about holding a Bastards rally. One place where all the Royal Bastards Chapters meet up and party? It’s something I have been thinking about.

I got to meet all the presidents at our last presidents’ meeting in New Orleans, but I thought the officers of the clubs would like to meet and exchange trade secrets,” I mumble how it was just an idea I had been thinking about and it was entirely up to him.

He tells me he will think on it before we chat a bit longer and then he hangs up the phone with a brief goodbye. That’s just like Jameson, to the point and nothing more. Looking at the clock, I close my laptop down and move to the door, calling Moose to follow. It’s time for my date with Jessikah.