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Queenie shut the window and clucked her tongue. “Reaper, er, my old man, needed me to sign some paperwork for the bakery. We already bought it, but your phone call made me hurry the renovators. I already have another girl who can help you. She worked at a bakery in Europe, so between the two of you, you’ll have it bursting with delicious treats.”
Jupiter glanced to the window then the door. “Is everyone here involved in each other’s lives?”
Laughing, Queenie sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Yes, very much so. It’s all part of being a big, happy, noisy family. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
A yawn took over Jupiter’s reply and she rubbed her eyes.
“Sleep’s the only remedy for that.” Queenie pulled back the quilt and Jupiter kicked off her shoes. “We’ll catch up later. Get some rest. No one will hurt you here.”
Jupiter nodded, not fully believing those words. An echo of Rubble’s laugh came from the garage and this time, she smiled at the sound.Maybe I am safe here.
CHAPTER5
RUBBLE
“All those infavor of implementing a random tattoo generator at the shop for a flat price, say ‘aye.’”
Rubble watched several club members shake their heads while Hawk, Snoopy, Klink, and three new members voiced their support. He was all for making money, but a scheme like this could leave customers upset at their random tattoo, and that was never good for business.Especially during peak season with the winter games.
Reaper, the club president, pounded his small gavel on the solid wood table. “Motion shelved until the next meeting.”
He nodded to the treasurer, Boulder, and the man quickly went over the cost breakdown of the club and the revenues they brought in from their various businesses in Snowshoe. So far, Snowshoe Lodge brought in the most, but that was no surprise. Anything snow related made the club money. It was always their biggest source of income, with the rest of their enterprises filling in when the weather was fair.
“Sergeant, you have anything to add before church ends?” Reaper asked, cutting into Rubble’s thoughts.
As sergeant at arms, he was responsible for any scuffle the club or its members got into. It was a badge he wore with pride that he’d only relinquish upon death. He checked his cell phone for any updates from local law enforcement and shook his head. “Calm waters currently, Prez.”
Reaper harrumphed. “Good. After two skirmishes last year, let’s hope we get to take this year off.”
Several members chuckled. The sting from bullets still resonated in Doc, Kevlar, and other Macha members, but it was a risk they took in club life.
“Brewer, you’re working closely with the city council. Is the town ready for the games?”
All eyes turned to the lanky redhead who had a beard to match. “Yes, sir. We had a meeting this morning. The projections are twenty-five percent higher than they were last year.” He glanced down at his notepad filled with scribbles. “So far, every hotel in Snowshoe is booked solid, including our very own Snowshoe Lodge. We’ve hired ten additional staff and our volunteers will be part of every event.” He grinned. “Isa and Queenie are determined to sell out of our merchandise, and with these numbers, we just may do that.”
Reaper pushed up his small glasses, leaning back in his giant chair. “Good, good. We have two weeks until the opening, gentlemen. Enjoy the free time while it lasts. I expect full cooperation the moment the games begin.” He smirked. “In other words, stay out of trouble, please.” He banged the gavel. “May the goddess ride with you.”
The members disbursed after that, conversations beginning or picking up where they left off before church started. Rubble lagged along with Brewer, Doc, and Kevlar.
“Ah, damn, I forgot to mention the bakery,” Reaper mumbled, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.
Kevlar exchanged a glance with Rubble. They were both thinking the same thing. The club was already down a VP and their president was closer to retirement every day.
“What bakery?” Doc asked.
“Queenie purchased it a while ago, but we hadn’t done any renovations to it yet. She found a couple girls to run it. Apparently, they have baking in their blood.” Reaper sighed. “The renos should be done this week, but I’m sure the girls will be behind the moment they open because of all the tourists.”
“Where’s the shop located?” Rubble asked, more curious than before about the girls Queenie found to run the place. Ever since seeing the gorgeous blonde in the window the other day, he couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why he hadn’t spotted her around the clubhouse since. Queenie was keeping her under lock and key, and he wanted to know the reason. After all, security was his primary role in the MC.
“Downtown. Just down and across the street from the boutique. It’s a sweet little spot on the corner.”
“Pastries and coffee during a winter event? Yeah, they’ll be busy all right,” Kevlar added.
Reaper turned to him. “What’s the garage schedule like? Busy?”
Rubble toggled his head. “Steady.”
“Can you spare a man or two to help the ladies out until they’re on their feet?”
