I take a seat and watch over the training area where Meat has Jack going through boxing moves. Meat is wearing training pads on his hands and is grunting as they work. I have to admit Jack has come a long way in the time he’s been with us, and his confidence is soaring. His jabs are sharp and strong. I can tell by the way the jabs are hitting the pads that Meat's arms move back some. That is a feat in itself because Meat has the strongest arms of anyone I’ve ever met. He trains religiously with Star, and they are both strong, and I don’t mean massively muscled. I mean body strength itself.
I watch for thirty minutes until Hammer catches my eye. He walks out of the kitchen holding a bottle of water and a plate with a grilled cheese. Shit, I could eat that. I’ll have to grab one when I get back inside the kitchen.
Hammer takes a seat next to me. “Are you doing okay, Chaos?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m watching Jack have his session with Meat. He’s improved a lot in a short space of time.”
Hammer nods. “We all improve some when we work out with Meat. He knows just how to push you enough to get a little more out of you.”
“Are you setting up the memorial area?”
Hammer swallows his mouthful of grilled cheese before responding, “Yeah, I have the area marked on the map in Axel’s office. He’s good with the area and told me to have one sidewhere we can lay anyone, and the other side for ashes and urns. It’s a bit dark thinking about any of us dying, or dead.”
“Yeah, it is. Are you organizing headstones, too?”
“I am. I’ve spoken to someone and have Bethy and Art’s on order. It’ll be here sometime in the next few days. I am keeping them small for the ashes side of the area because the brothers have mostly told me they’d prefer to be cremated.”
“Yeah, I think I would,” I say, but more to myself than Hammer.
“Okay, I’m done. I’ll catch you later, Chaos.”
I watch as Hammer walks back to the kitchen and am about to follow him to snag myself a grilled cheese when my phone alert tells me I have a message.
Victoria: Can you make sure Corey has something suitable to wear for the wedding, please.
Chaos: Will do.
Walking inside the clubhouse, I head straight to PT’s office. Taking a seat, I see the surprise on his face as he turns from his desk and looks at me. “Okay, what?” he asks, and I give him a huge smile.
“Where is Vicky’s kutte?” I ask, and with an eye roll PT steps over to the metal cabinet and opens it. Taking out a box, he hands it to me. “Here you are. It arrived last night.”
“That’s great. Thanks, PT. Now I have another question. What are we going to do for Corey for the wedding?”
PT frowns, “What do you mean?”
“My wedding to Vicky means he'll have to wear something that shows he's mine and hers. I don’t want him to feel he’s not a part of what is happening.”
“Oh, I see. Leave it with me. Let me think on it.”
“Okay, but don’t take long ‘cause we only have a week,” I keep hold of the box and walk out of the office. I’m going to find my woman and get this on her back. I can’t wait to fuck her while she’s wearing only this.
****
I find Victoria at the kitchen table with her laptop open and concentrating on what she’s doing. Looking up when I enter, she gives me a bright smile. Her face always shows the emotions she’s feeling. I wouldn’t want to take her to play poker because she’s not got one of those faces that would hide what she has in her hand.
“You are home early,” Victoria says as she writes something on the notepad next to her laptop.
“I am because I have something for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah, now come here,” I say as I lay the box on the counter. Opening the box, I take out the kutte and hold it for her to slip her arms into.
Once the kutte is settled on her back, she looks down and smiles. On one side the club’s name and logo is easily seen, and theother side simply states Victoria. The back, however, says clearly‘Property of Chaos’and fuck if it doesn’t look good.
I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom where I turn her so she can see herself, and turning slightly so she can see the back, her eyes widen before looking at me. I can see the emotion running through her, and her eyes fog with tears right before she throws herself into my arms.
I hold her for a long time while she cries, and I can’t really hear what she mumbles now and again as her face is scrunched into my chest. Once her tears ease I take us to the bed and sit on the edge. I keep one of my arms around her and tuck her into my side. “Are you okay?”
