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Tuesday
Isit in my chair across from Alan, watching as my big brothers take care of my mess. Yet again. They’re like a well-oiled machine. As soon as I had dispatched Alan, they grabbed their duffle bags and roller case I hadn’t even noticed they had with them, and put on their full body cleaning suits. I watch Jules unscrew Alan’s legs from the wooden chair whilst Tav unrolls the electric blanket from the wheeled suitcase behind him. August has the massive bottle of bleach out and has attached the hose sprayer, spraying Alan in a fine mist of the stuff.
“What’s with the sprayer and electric blanket?” I hear Rider ask the room. None of my brother’s answer, so I take the lead.
“August is spraying bleach all over Alan, essentially getting rid of any DNA evidence any of us may have left on the body.” I watch as Jules pulls the flap of skin off Alan’s face and tosses it onto the floor. “The electric blanket is to keep the body warm. We’ll wrap him in that, and then attach him to this cool setup Tav invented. It’s basically a rotisserie turner. We’ll slowly let him turn for a bit. That way, there will be no blood pooling in the body. So when we finally dump him in Nado Kraykowsi’s territory, any forensics that are done on the body will place the time of death well after the actual time his heart stopped. Giving us all alibis should we need them.” I turn to look at the MC brothers. Marx, Rider, Wire, and Rhodie are the only ones I kinda know. The others are sort of room meat, filling it up but with no real purpose at this stage.
“Holy fuck, that is really, really badass. How many people have you killed if this is the type of slick operation you lot have concocted?” Wire breathes out. I smile to myself. If only he knew. Instead, I just shrug my shoulders. I catch Marx’s eye as he studies me. He has the look that I’ve seen many times before. Almost like admiration mixed with wariness. He’s a tough man, reminding me a lot of my brother, August. He’s the oldest, the natural leader, however, the weight on his shoulders because of what we do, what I do, I think it gets to him sometimes. Unlike August, Marx is much harder for me to read. Mysterious bastard. I hope I can be like that when I grow up.
“Ok, so I’m loving this little show, but we have shit we need to sort out. So far, independent of what you lot have got going on, all we know is that Nado Kraykowski wants info on you Rhodie. Why? Wire, look into this shit. Rider, hit up your contacts in the streets, someone must know something.” Marx hands out his orders whilst looking around at his men. I have no idea why this guy wants Rhodie, but whatever it seems to overlap somehow with my parents. Nothing is ever a coincidence. Everything connects. I spin around to look in Rhodie’s direction.
“Rhodie, I need to know everything about you. Your family, where you went to school, what you do for work, who you’ve fucked -” I see his eyebrows hit his hairline, but I ignore that “I need to know everything about you. This guy wants you for a reason. I need to know why. “
“Whoa, hold your horses little girl,” I hate when Marx calls me that. Makes me want to go stabby on a dude. He’s stalking closer to me and I don’t want him to have the upper hand by towering over my sitting form. So I do what any self-respecting short woman would do and I stand on the chair. Yes, that’s right, it’s me looking down on you, ha! I cheer a little to myself in my head. Slick move Tuesday, slick move. Marx pulls up short before tipping his head a little to look into my eyes. He studies me for a moment before letting out a sigh.
“Look Tuesday, we really enjoyed the show, learned some new shit too-” I smile before interrupting him
“Every day is a learning day Marx” I hear Rider laugh in the background and I’m pretty certain Rhodie let out a snort “-anyway we gave you your time, but now I think it’s time to leave and let us take care of the rest of this business.” I size him up. He’s a big guy, protective of his men. I respect that. I also get that it’s probably been a long, weird night for him, so I’m willing to let him be, for the time being. I’ll let him think he’s won, but I know that this whole thing is going to buzz around my head until I have an answer, so I’ll just let him think I’ve backed off.
I mean, I can find out all the info I need on Rhodie online anyway. I just thought it would be nice to talk to the guy. There’s something about him I like, and I don’t like many people. In fact, there’s something I like about being here, at Devils’ Rose MC. I shake off my thoughts and stare down at Marx, slapping my hand on his very large, hard as-granite shoulder. I may even give it a little squeeze.
“Ok hulk, I’ll back off for the meantime. It’s been a long and eventful night. How about we get outta your hair, yeah?” He raises an eyebrow before giving me a subtle nod. I quickly survey the scene and see that my brothers have finished. Everything including a snug as a bug in a rug, Alan, is ready to go.
“Right, Dayz, you riding with us or you got your own wheels?” Tav asks me while swiping me off the chair with his arm around my waist, and then setting me down on the floor.
“Nah, I’m good. Got my own wheels. I wanna go for a wee ride anyway, clear my head. See you guys tomorrow in the office, yeah?” They all nod, then one by one they all kiss me on the top of the head as they walk past. They even get friendly fist bumps from the MC members. How very macho.
“Ok then, well, pleasure doing business with you all” I smile and do a little bow, because I’m back to my awkward as hell self, but as I turn to leave Rhodie calls out to me,
“Let me see you out. You got all this, Prez?” Marx gives him a chin lift and Rhodie opens the door for me. We walk in silence for a bit, and I notice that he’s slowed his walk down, so he’s striding at my pace, which is very polite. I like it. Rhodie clears his throat, so I look up at him.
“So, ah, how did you learn to do all that? I’m the enforcer so it’s my job to get information out of people, but I’ve never seen those techniques before.” I smile up at him.
“I think a lot.” I hear him grunt as we continue walking.
“So, you were 13 when your parents died? That must have sucked. Your brothers said that your Pop moved in to look after you.” I look back up at him again. The moonlight is casting a glow onto his face, and my stomach flutters a little. This man is definitely attractive and my body is reacting in kind. I may be a little odd when it comes to people-ing, but I’m no virgin and I know what I like.
“Is there a question in there? You can just ask straight out. I don’t mind.” He takes a deep breath before answering.
“Fuck, I don’t know Tuesday. I just want to know things about you. You intrigue me, and you can bet your sweet ass I’m going to be using some of your interrogation techniques.” He smiles at me and I can feel those flutters again. It makes me happy that a fellow “interrogationist” likes what I do.
“Well, I’m 30. My parents were killed when I was 13, and my Pop came to take care of me. He was a bit eccentric thanks to being in Nam but he told me cool stories and we researched medieval torture techniques for fun. Pops and Tav helped me make all sorts of gadgets and stuff. He’s Alfred to my Bruce Wayne. But my parents were not rich enough for me to be Batman. Not that I would. Dude is basically a rich bully,” I hear Rhodie’s rich chuckle at my statement.
“Aw I dunno, you would make a cute Batman,” he grins down at me. Flirty bastard. “Can I ask another question?”
“Shoot big man,” I hear him snort. I’m on a roll with my comedy gold tonight.
“Tuesday is a kinda unusual name. There a story there?” Rhodie asks.
“My parents weren’t really all that imaginative, I don’t think. August is the eldest. Guess which month he was born?” We’re still walking alongside each other, so I tip my head sideways a little to look over at him. I see the smile on his lips.
“Then Jules was next. When do you think he was born?” his smile broadened before I see the slight frown on his face.
“You’re thinking ‘But Tav isn’t a month’ right? Tav’s full name is Octavius, a nod to October.”
“So how come you didn’t get a month?”
A smile plays on my lips. My birthday is one of the best things I like about myself.
