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“I share a birthday with August. He always says I was his very favorite present. Anyway, the option they had for my name if they went with the tried and true would have been Augusta, and nobody got time for that. Instead, they named me Tuesday. Although my family calls me Dayzy, or Dayz. I like it.”
I look back up at him and I see he still has a small frown, and he’s slowed his walk to a stop. I see his shoulders raise before he lets out a breath and drops them.
“My name is Rhodes Paxon. I’m 35 years old. My dad’s name is Max Paxon or Mad Dog. He was the Prez before he retired and my brother took over. That’s Marx. He’s 5 years older than me. My mom’s name was Annie. She died when we were kids. Marx is my half-brother, same dad, but my mom raised him. I retired from the army almost 8 years ago and I work as a mechanic in one of the garages the MC owns. And I haven’t fucked anyone in about 5 months. Does that answer all the stuff you wanted to know about me?”
Rhodie
She’s looking up at me wide-eyed and I can’t say I blame her. What the hell was that? For some goddamn reason, I’m blurting shit out like I’m 13 and trying to get my crush to like me. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to share things with her, things I would never tell anyone on the first night that I met them. After getting to know her a little, I figured the least I could do was answer the questions that she had asked me earlier, before Marx told her we had everything taken care of. Cock blocking bastard. I see a funny little smile cross her face before she gives me a brief nod.
“Yup, thanks for that. If I need to know anything else, I’ll just ask” She starts walking again and I finally take in our surroundings. We’ve wandered out the back to a covered corner of the compound. She comes to a stop along the fence line before looking back up at me.
“Right, well, this is me. Thanks for walking me out and all that.” She waves a hand at me and before I can comprehend what the hell she’s doing, I’m watching her climb up the chain-link fence. I want to grab her or yell at her or do something, but I’m pretty much frozen in place by watching her cargo pants pull tight across her ass as she climbs. Before I’ve pulled myself together, she is up and over the top and has plopped down onto the other side of the fence.
“What the fuck was that? Why didn’t you just walk out the front gate?” Even I can hear the bewilderment in my voice. She looks up, hair all around her face.
“Huh? Why would I do that? I parked over here. Walking the long way makes no sense” I look around her and I cannot see a vehicle at all. I see her bend over in the bushes and when she straightens up, I see her pulling on elbow pads one at a time. I peer over the bush and see she has already pulled on a couple of knee pads as well.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She looks over at me with a look that screams “What the hell do you think I’m doing?” before perkily saying, “Safety first” and smiling big. She pushes her hair back and pulls a bright yellow helmet onto her head, pressing a button on the front that has the thing lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Hold up, what the hell is happening? Why are you dressed like that? Where is your car?”
“That’s a lot of questions buddy, but, well, I’m getting suited up. It’s for my safety and I don’t have a car.” She shrugs like that all makes fucking sense.
“If you don’t have a car, how the hell did you get here, then?”
She heaves something out of the bush and my eyes almost bug out of my head.
“A fucking scooter? You came out to the compound on a fucking scooter?” This woman is going to give me a heart attack. I’m not sure why, but since I met her, all my instincts want me to protect her. I know that’s terribly chauvinistic of me, especially since I saw her torture and kill a man, but sue me.
“Yeah, isn’t she a real beauty? Full electric can go up to 25 miles per hour. She’s a dream to ride. I even got special decals made for her, made her look real custom.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I’m lost. I have absolutely no words.
“Anyway, man, this has been real. Thanks for tonight. I’ll contact you during the week or something. Get this stuff all sorted out.” She smiles big and waves at me, and before I can even get my words out, she rides off in the dark on her fucking electric scooter, helmet glowing and flashing like a disco ball. I open my mouth and laugh harder than I have in a long time.
Chapter 5
Tuesday
“How you getting on Dayz?” I break my concentration to look up and find Tav standing in the doorway to my office. If I wasn’t so focused, I probably would have smelt him there. He must have come from a meeting with a hot mom client because he has on his favorite Tom Ford cologne. Apparently, it gets all the mom’s panties wet.
“Tav, my strong-smelling MILF hunting brother. Thus far, this investigation is really busting my lady balls. Which sucks. So far, I cannot find any reason why Mom or Dad would have been targeted by Nado Kraykowski. Even if he’s just a link in the chain to some higher-up, I still can’t find anything that links our parents to any kind of criminal activity.”
“Well, how far back have you gone? You know sometimes when we’re investigating, we have to go back decades before we find anything.”
“Birth Tav. I’ve gone all the way back to birth. I’m thinking of starting on their parents next, but to what end? Why the hell would someone put a hit out on them and then nothing? Surely if they were Big Bad’s, someone would have hit one of us up for something. I mean, my brain is brilliant and you know it’s bad when I’m too dumb to figure this out.” I let out a deep sigh. This puzzle is really grating on my nerves. I don’t like unanswered questions. “What about you? What have you found on Rhodie?” He wanders further into my office and then flops down onto my big, fluffy armchair that my brothers gave me shit about, but will fight over who is sitting in it when they come to visit.
“Nothing too much on Rhodie. Normal childhood, if you call growing up in an MC normal. Half brothers with Marx the Prez, father was the Prez before stepping down to retire. Mother died when Rhodie was 18, just before he enlisted. Marine for 10 years before being honorably discharged. Voted as Enforcer for Devils’ Rose MC and has been for the past 7 years. I think you should probably speak to him for more information you may want to know.”
“What more would I want to know? And why would I need to speak to him? Do you think he can’t read?”
“Why the fuck would I think he couldn’t read Dayz?” Tav looks at me confused
“Because you said I should speak with him. Usually, I just email people.” He looks at me like I’ve grown another head before snorting,
“Dayz, sometimes you scare me with your sheer brilliance. Other days, you scare me with how stupid you can be.” He athletically jumps up from my fluffy throne then he knocks twice on my door jamb before walking off. He never answered my question either, the big bastard. I heave out another sigh and lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling and spinning a little. Sometimes movement gets my juices flowing. Thinking back to my childhood, everything seemed normal, apart from me. I was always something separate from everyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and was loved, but I was always something a little extra. And at this point, that something extra is not helping me.
We lived on a large section with a big house. It could almost be classed as a small farm because the house was surrounded by land. All the surrounding houses were. When Mom and Dad died, no one wanted to live in the house, so we - me, Tav, and Pops - moved into a trailer on site while we built a new home. When August and Jules moved back they built their own cabins on the land, and then in time so did Tav and I. So now Pops lives in the big house and the rest of us Tombs kids live in a small neighborhood of our own making on the land that we grew up on. To outsiders, we probably look weird, but I don’t care. I feel safe being surrounded by the men in my family, even though I am by far the most dangerous of us all.
Whilst spinning, my musings take on the neighborhood when I was a kid. I remember Tav and Jules being friendly with the neighbor kids, especially the ones to the left of our house. They even cut a hole in the fence so they could go back and forth between houses. The house on the other side never had children living there, but I remember a beautiful lady living there with her husband. They were foreign and had thick accents, but they were always really nice to me. All the men in my family had built me a treehouse that sat on the fence line between our house and theirs, and I remember when I needed to decompress, I’d sit in that little treehouse and watch them go about their lives. In a totally innocent, non-creepy way, of course.
