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Mira

“ Y ou know, I still can’t believe we had all that serious shit go down and we only got to kill one measly person. One. AND he basically killed himself with his terrible lifestyle,” Pops grumbles.

“You know we’re not a 1 percent club, right? We’re actually just good guys trying to do good things and stay on the right side of the law. It’s you lot-” Jimmy waves his arm at the Tombs family, “That apparently do all the dirty work around here.”

“Damn straight kid,” Pops boasts, delivering Jimmy a cold drink to his position on the couch.

His recovery has been long, what with being shot in the gut, and he’s been spending a lot of time in the common room which has been nice. It turned out that no one really knew that much about Jimmy as he always liked to be posted at the gates, but after spending time with him it’s clear to see how much he loves being part of the club and how good the club has been for him. Apart from the shooting. Mustn’t forget that.

“So, Mira, have you managed to finish your book?” Lovely asks, bouncing baby Bee on her knee.

“Yes I have! I typed the last words two days ago and it’s with my editor. Early reviews from her are that this one will be a huge hit!”

All my ladies, my girl gang let out whoops and Blanche puts her fingers in her mouth and lets out a long, loud whistle.

“We should celebrate! Pops, you know what to do!” Chewy says, giving her grandfather finger guns. He looks excited, almost too excited, so I know this is going to be epic.

He does something on his phone, then something else, then he looks up, all giddy, “The party starts in ten minutes! Ladies, you might wanna go freshen up, put on something a little dressy. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

How intriguing! I rush to Tyson’s room, to the right side of his closet where he cleared out a space for my belongings. It’s been a month since the whole crazy Lana thing and I’ve pretty much moved in. Tyson is happier to stay at the clubhouse, close to his family rather than at Nana’s. It’s fine with me, I’m just happy being wherever he is.

I throw on a cute dress covered in cartoon cowboys and horses, my purple cowgirl boots and fluff my curls up. Not only does my larger body feel great in this outfit, but I know that Tyson loves it. The last time I wore it we never even made it to our date, instead he took me to some remote lookout and made me ride him like a cowgirl on the back of his bike. I sigh a little, then pat my boobs, looking for my notebook. I’ll be adding that scene to my next MC book methinks.

“Mira! It’s party time!” Mama Debs calls down the halls so I head back out, only to come to a complete stop at the mouth of the hall.

“Surprise!” Pops and Chewy yell.

There, standing in the common room, are seven men dressed like my book characters. There’s even a Guardian of Galaxis there, a huge, ripped guy painted blue. “Holy cheese and rice,” I whisper.

Remy comes rushing over, linking her arm in mine, “Guess what? They’re strippers too!” She squeals then tugs me closer to the action.

Lovely looks like she’s having a nice conversation with my Motorcycle Club character, Grimm, and Nat is busy shaking a wad of bills at my ex-military man turned vigilante investigator John Preacher, asking him to investigate her boobs.

It’s almost surreal seeing men I made up in my brain, in real life. I mean, I know they aren’t the real thing, but holy moly does Pops have an eye for detail.

“Hit the music, Niko!” Pops yells out and Ginuwine’s Pony starts blasting over the speakers, the bass rushing through my body.

The men move away from the Ol Ladies and start gyrating to the music, some of them removing items of clothing, others, like my alien who is already mostly naked, just move obscenely to the beat.

Jimmy’s face is beet red as he’s stuck on the couch watching the whole thing play out. Poor kid even lets out a little meep as John Preacher starts thrusting in his direction.

We’re all so mesmerized that we don’t seem to notice our men filing out of church until I hear “What the fuck is going on here?” bellowed by Marx, looking like thunder in the doorway.

“Busted.”

Tank

I settle into my seat and listen to my Pres update us.

“Well, looks like Big D survived, but he’s confined to a chair and shits in a bag, so I doubt he’ll be causing us problems anytime soon.”

“Yeah, and with Roman running shit in Roxburgh now the only option Big D has is selling dime bags on street corners,” Savage smirks.

“Spinners has also been cleaned up, no underaged women, and Roman has somehow gotten them all clean. Routine drug tests the lot, unfortunately for our ex-bunnies, they failed the test and have since lost their jobs. Not too sure where they’re at and don’t much care after the shit they pulled accusing my men.” Marx looks at me and then Nitro, giving us a head nod. “As for the other businesses Roman took over, they all seem to be flourishing. And because of our ‘help’,” he scoffs, “he has offered us the funeral home to use whenever we need it.”

“I’ll let Chewy know. Her and Pops will love that. So will the rest of the Tombs, I’m sure they’re sick of cleaning up after my woman,” Rhodie says.

“Are we ever gonna address the fact that your Ol Lady is our Enforcer? She needs a title on her cut.” Flack points out. It’s not a bad point either. Since Chewy came on board she’s taken over Rhodie’s position and I think it’s for the best. I know that the enforcer role was weighing on my brother’s soul.

“That’s a good fucking point, Pres,” Rider agrees, fiddling with his friendship bracelet that Chewy gifted him after he was shot in the ass. Actually, it was more when everyone noticed the huge dent in his ass cheek and started calling him the “One-Cheeked Wonder” that she gifted it to him.

Marx nods in thought. “I agree with you. I think we organize a patch party. Our three prospects have more than proved themselves to us so I’m calling you to vote. In the case of Tav Tombs, do we vote him in as full brother?”

A roar goes around the room. “Ayes” all round, raising the Church roof. The same echoes out for Jimmy and Takoda.

“Right, votes on road names?” Marx looks around the room.

“Tav’s name already sounds like a road name. I vote he keeps it as is,” Sniper speaks up, unusual for him but everyone nods in agreement.

Switch waves a hand, drawing our attention, “I vote Jimmy be called ‘TumTum’ after taking one to the gut.”

We all laugh, even though the name is slightly comical we all appreciate the seriousness of what he went through. He himself would never want a name based on his bravery or hard assedness, so Switch’s suggestion fits the kid. We all agree then we ponder Takoda’s road name. It’s Judge who speaks up first.

“I really want to call him Barry White.”

I nod, following his thinking, “Because of that fucking smooth voice of his?” Judge chin tips me.

“I refuse to have a brother named Barry White,” Nitro says with a scoff.

“What about ‘Chef’? After that character on South Park? Same voice, and Takoda spends a lot of time in the kitchen with Mama Debs?” Wire offers, looking around the table.

We all slowly start nodding, the name growing on me the more I think about it.

“Good, that’s settled. Tank, while you’re ordering in your Property patch,” Pres winks, “order in three new cuts for Tav, TumTum and Chef. I want a patch made up for Chewy but not the enforcer patch.” Marx raises his hand when it looks like there’s going to be a protest. “The Enforcer role enforces the rules in our charter, Chewy doesn’t do that. What she does is important and demands more respect. Tank, order an Icer patch to be made.”

I grin and bang my fist on the table, as do the rest of my brothers, Rhodie looking proud as fucking punch.

“What about prospects? We’ll have none to do all our dirty work,” Nitro asks worriedly. Only because without prospects he and Fox end up with the shitty jobs because they’re always late to Church.

“Niko has asked to prospect. I’ve checked with his mom and she’s fine with it as it’s his choice.”

“Fuck, the kid will be good too,” Judge agrees. He thinks for a moment, “I’ll sponsor him.” all heads snap toward him in shock, Judge isn’t the sort to want that sort of responsibility but it makes sense. He and the kid get on.

“Good. On to other business, this is in two parts. Blanche and Lovely have approached me with an idea. As we all know those two are fucking loaded, but they’re not about to live it up like sugar mommas. They want to invest in the MC.”

“How so?” Savage asks, sitting forward.

“We find businesses we like the look of and have capacity to run. They purchase them.”

“What do they get out of that?”

“That’s where the second part comes in. They want to open a place where people can go for help to get back on their feet. It might be to find housing, finish their high school diploma, learn some new shit to help them get a job. They’re looking at women out of abusive relationships, people like Lovely out in the world with few skills, fuck, they even mentioned vets,” Marx’s gaze looks around the table, all of us feeling the weight of our brothers who weren’t lucky enough to land on their feet like us. “They want the MC businesses to offer work experience, references, shit like that. Hence the investment.”

Looking around the table I can see everyone is on the same page. “I’m in,” Rider states, the rest of the brothers all knocking their fists in agreement.

“Good. I’ll let the girls know. One last thing, Tank and Judge, I know Devil’s Big Tow is snowed under. How would you feel having Lovely on reception? She wants to be our first success story, coming from nowhere and gaining employment skills at an MC business. What do you think?”

Me and Judge look at each other and share a grin. “She’d be fucking amazing. We got no problem with her bringing little Bee if need be, we can set up a nursery and shit.”

“Good. I’ll let her know. Fuck, what a month. I’m looking forward to shit getting back on track and quietening down. No one else get a fucking Ol Lady for a while, every time one of you fuckers falls we end up facing some shit. Just, fucking stay away from women, please.” Marx eyeballs us all, then slams down the gavel. “Let’s go get a drink and enjoy not having a fucking crisis. Peace and quiet, brothers.”

We all stand, ready to file out. As soon as the doors open we’re assaulted by Ginuwine and his Pony, and there, in the middle of the common room is a bunch of fucking strippers gyrating.

“Is that fucker blue?” Rider asks, face screwed up in confusion.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Marx bellows, everyone freezing, including one guy who is stuck in a plank position over the coffee table.

“Busted,” Pops whispers and that seems to snap us out of our daze.

Brothers start collecting up discarded clothing, tossing it out the door, half-naked men chasing after their belongings as the Tombs family walks in, watching in avid fascination.

“Why was that man blue?” Gus asks while his wife shoves past him, “You bitches! You started the party without me!”

“Yeah soz, serves you right for getting here late. What took you so long anyway?” Nat asks. Her question is answered when all eyes turn to Jules. “Wait, whose baby is that?”

There’s uproar in the clubhouse as Fox, Nitro and Jules all argue over who impregnated some girl from one of their orgies and I watch as Marx hangs his head and lets out a sigh.

“Quarter for your thoughts?” Mira sidles up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and gazing at me with her wide green eyes.

“Just that Pres can never catch a break.”

Mira looks over her shoulder at the chaos, then giggles, burying her face in my chest. Wrapping my arms around her I realize I don’t care about the chaos and the danger and whatever else gets thrown our way because I have Mira, my Doll, who makes everything in this world better.

She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “I love you Biker Man.”

“And I love you, Writer Lady.”