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Cilla and Ayla’s hair drops to normal so fast it’s a wonder it doesn’t have whiplash. Cilla looks at Ayla who is finding all of this funny. She has the cutest laugh I think I’ve ever heard.
Kissing Miri once more, I whisper that I’ll be kissing her all over later when we get home, so make sure she’s ready to leave when I come to get her. She blushes like a ripe tomato, and I smirk because she’s so damn beautiful when she blushes.
Walking over to Pres, I ask about the man. “What’s going on with the man we brought here?”
“He’s called Dayton Thompson. He is going to stay here for the foreseeable future. He has a nasty wound where he was stabbed, which Scalpel has put stitches into. It appears he was seeing a woman who was actually seeing someone else, which he knew nothing about. The other man found out and went after Dayton. Trouble was Dayton did not know what was going on, so wasn’t ready. Arnold, that’s the other guy, had his goons with him so Dayton was fighting four to one. He’s fuckin’ lucky he got away.” Pres looks around the common room before continuing. “He’s a mechanic, and we can use him at the garage, driving, or at the impound lot. He’ll fit in if he stays. For now, he needs a little time to heal and work out what he’s going to do.”
“What about the girlfriend?”
Pres scoffs, “Not much of a girlfriend. She went straight back with Arnold because he’s from money. I have Keys checking them out.”
Nodding, “Let’s hope there will not be trouble coming from this then. Dayton sounds like he needs a break. Has he lost everything? Or can we go get what is his?”
“I’ve sent Rides, Brewer, Xero, and Jet to grab his things. He was renting a place, and since he paid six months in advance, his stuff is still there. They should be back in a couple of days. But if trouble comes, it comes; we are more than able to face whatever comes to our door. A pipsqueak like Arnold would be a pleasure to meet,” Pres says this while cracking his knuckles and that feral grin most MC presidents seem to have. Maybe it’s criteria, you know, to have some crazy when you lead an MC.
“You know we are all ready for whatever comes this way, Pres. We stand with you as a whole club. If Dayton becomes a working prospect, then he’ll be one of us in a half in kind of way.”
With an eye roll and a smirk, Pres shoots back a reply. “Looks like we could be adding another one to the list of working prospects. Are you sure you don't want to become one for a while, Joker?”
“Fuck off, Pres,” laughing as I turn and head out of the common room.
Around the back of the clubhouse, the new building stands nicely. I walk inside and can immediately see its damn smart. A gym set up like a professional one you’d pay a packet to join.
Jeremy is walking around with a clipboard in his hand, ticking off things he is checking.
“It looks fine in here, Jeremy,” I shout to get his attention.
Looking over his shoulder Jeremy nods. “I’m happy with it. I’m signing off on things right now, and then I’ll do the same for the sauna. You can get twelve in the sauna, so it’s a decent size.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it, but I’m looking forward to using the gym and sauna.” I get the nod I expect, then head out to my hog. I’m going to head over to the house and see if Martin and Cora want to be witnesses at the wedding. Miri has a great relationship with them, and she is always taking them pot pies she makes, and pastries when she heads to the bakery on Main Street.
Reaching my hog, Trix is leaning on her. “Get the fuck off my bike,” I snarl. She knows she is not allowed to touch the bikes. She is pushing her luck, and I’ve about done with her.
“Joker, come on, just because you have a woman now doesn’t mean we can’t hook up now and again. I don’t mind sharing,” Trix pouts and I’m thinking, ‘What the fuck was I doing sticking my dick in this one?’
“Yeah, it does!”
I turn when I hear that said and give a huge smile at Miri who saunters over to me while giving Trix a nasty look. “I’ve told you. Tracker has told you. I’ve heard Cap tell you. You know you cannot approach the brothers. If they want you, they come to you or call you out. You do not do what you are doing.”
“I don’t care what you say, I had Joker first,” Trix has a smug look on her face.
Before I can say anything, the unexpected happens, and it is exactly as you would imagine. A whirlwind erupts around Trix. It’s fast, furious and has me stepping back and pushing Miri behind me. In the middle of the whirlwind, Trix is standing with a look of horror on her face. Now, I’m a man, so saying I feel bitchy is saying something. But fuck it is good to see her getting a form of punishment, but for a ghost to give it is even better.
Giggling erupts behind me. Turning, Miri is standing with her hands over her mouth, eyes shining with amusement right before she throws her head back laughing. That seems to have an impact on our ghostly brothers because small flames join the whirlwind, along with some levitation which has Trix screeching like a banshee.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Everything suddenly stops. Trix drops to the ground, looking like she’s run through a battlefield. Miri is gasping for breath, and I must look stunned because honest to God, I’ve seen nothing like it.
“What?” Pres asks again, but I can see he has amusement in his eyes and a twitch at the corner of his lip.
“Well…” then I tell him all that went on. Pres turns to Trix and glares so hard she cries, and I mean the bad one where snot and saliva get involved. Disgusting is what it is, and I know my face must be showing it because Miri laughs some more.
“Trix, clean up, then come to my office.” Pres doesn’t wait for a response. He walks back into the clubhouse and presumably into his office.
“Hey Miri, are you heading home or sticking around?” I ask.
“I need to stay here for a while longer. I just followed you to get a proper kiss before you left,” Miri gives me that look that instantly has me rearranging my pants. That, my friends, is how we end up using Phoenix’s room for a while.
