Chapter 13
-:- CHAOS -:-
Walking into the house with the realtor, the first thing I noticed was the furniture. Everything you would want in a house, couch, easy chairs, coffee table, TV, dining table and chairs, and more.
“You weren’t joking when you said she was leaving everything. Did she take anything that she felt was worth keeping?” I ask incredulously.
“Mrs. Gowen kept photograph albums, some glassware, and other pieces that were special to her. But apart from that, she felt it was a waste of effort and money to have things packed and transported.” The realtor chuckles as he continues, “Moving services are not easy on the cash. I think personally, that if what she left isn’t something that means much to her, then she did the right thing.”
The walk-through took an hour as I was opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen, laundry room, and a mudroom. It’s a damn big house I reckon by the time I’ve finished. Four bedrooms, two with adjoining bathrooms. Another bathroom upstairs and a half bath downstairs. I love the place and the yard has a lot of room for a bike shed, garage, and any other shed we may need.
“I want to put an offer on the place. How fast can you get this through the process?” I show how eager I am to get this place locked down and obtain possession.
“I can get it through fast as I’ve already had all the checks completed knowing it wouldn’t take long to sell. What about a mortgage? Will you be able to get one quickly?”
Chuckling, I reply, taking him by surprise by the look on his face. “No mortgage, I’ll do a bank transfer for the entire sale.” I’ve never been stupid with money. From the first day I joined the service I’ve had savings squirreled away, and with chunks I’ve earned doing the mercenary work before I came to the MC, I have more than enough money to live comfortably even after paying for the house.
“Well, in that case, it will speed this up considerably. Let me put the offer to the owner and I’ll get back to you today.”
After giving the realtor a handshake, I walk across the street to say hello to Ginny who is weeding in her garden. “Morning, Ginny. How are things?”
“Hi, Chaos. All good here. Are you thinking of buying Mrs. Gowen’s place?”
Nodding, I grin, “I sure am. You know if Mrs. Lincoln gives me shit I’m not as peaceful as Bones. You could see some fireworks happen.”
Giggling Ginny flicks her eyes to Mrs. Lincoln’s house. “You know she’ll be watching even now don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know, but I don’t give a shit. Being neighborly costs nothing, and as the saying goes, you reap what you sow.”
We pass a few more minutes before I haul my ass to the range. Winter left a message earlier asking me to call by as she is having trouble with the supplier again. Now, this supplier and I don’t actually see eye-to-eye on much. I’ve had issues with him and I’ll not be fucking around with him today. Pulling into the parking space reserved for me I quickly head inside and find Winter in the supplies room.
“What’s going on?” I ask as I lean on the doorframe.
Winter turns and gives me a frustrated look. “I’ve tried to sort out the shortages in the deliveries, but this man is so frustrating that I just want to put a bullet in his head. He won’t admit the supply was short, or that it wasn’t on time. I’m speaking with another supplier and they are going to get back to me later today, once they know they can supply the amount we need. I know it is a large order, but we do have a lot of clients through the business weekly, never mind monthly.”
We both turn when we hear someone speak. “I’ll deal with the fucker.” Seeing it’s Target I step back and he passes me to get to Winter.
“Do you want me to update Ben?” I ask. Ben is an assistant, but he’s what could be classed as more than that, and if needed he’d be the one we’d put into a manager position.
“I’ll speak to the staff. You make sure you are back working in two weeks, Chaos. We can’t give you more time than that,” Target gives me a warning look, and I nod as I know I’m pushing my luck with the time I’ve had away so far.
“If you need help with the supplier let me know,” I give the look that tells Target I’m up for whatever he has in mind.
Walking through the range so I can visit the clubhouse and speak to Specs I am stopped by Denise Johnson. Now, this woman has become a menace. I’ve never gone there with her and have had no inclination to do so. Leon at the reception counter gives me a look as he shakes his head, right before shouting, “Chaos, I need you a minute.”
I know it’s a tactic to get me past this bitch, but honestly, it’s time to put a stop to this. “Denise, I’m not interested. I’ve told you enough times that you should know I’m not going there with you, ever. Now, if you persist, I’ll speak to Sheriff Forest about your stalking and harassing. On top of that, I’m banning you from coming to the range. You get me?”
The entire reception area seems to come to a screeching halt. Everyone who is in the area turns and looks at Denise. I’m not embarrassed at all, but she has a face so red it’s a wonder she doesn’t burst a blood vessel. Turning with a huff, right after stamping her foot like a child, she storms out of the building.
I walk over to the reception desk and speak to Leon. “Do you think we should ban her?”
Leon nods. “Chaos, she comes in here, buys a drink and that’s all she does. She isn’t here to do anything but stalk you and Drag when he appears. But he looks at her like she is a piece of shit he stood on, and never gives her the time of day. I reckon she’s one we should ban and be done with.”
“Okay, put her on the ban list. Send her notification. Make sure it’s all done legally. We don’t want any backlash from her.”
Again, Leon nods. “I’ll make sure Ember in the office gets it done and posted today.”
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