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“Look, man, I don’t know what your woman is like but…”
“Willow? Pain in my fucking ass…hard head…soft heart…drives me crazy.” Jet smiled. “Kind of woman that when you cross? You better be sleeping with your nuts covered and one eye open.”
“Liddy’s got all that kind of sass and a bunch of wild red hair to boot.” My dad shook his head and grinned. “Used to have a thing with her Aunt Betty. She was a fire pistol too. Best woman I ever had, but Jesus Christ too much woman for me to handle.”
“You’re with Liddy Rose Hall?” Jet burst out laughing. “Man, you take all the damn time you need.” Then Jet and Deke toasted each other.
“Real fucking funny.” I scowled not liking the idea that Jet knew Liddy and wondering how the hell the president of the Hells Saints came to cross paths with my woman.
“Seriously, brother.” Jet focused again. “I can give you an hour tops. That fucker Principe ain’t gotta whole lotta time left, I got my boys keeping him alive for you.” Then Jet Mathison walked out the door.
Liddy
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and we were all hanging out on Melody’s front porch eating burgers from the grill, a bunch of homemade salads, and fresh corn on the cob.
“Asshole.” Melody glared at the biker who rode past the house and into the garage next door.
“Yeah, how is the new neighbor thing going?”
“I can’t stand him,” Melody answered. “I know it sounds all cliched with the good girl next door hates bad boy biker and they end up hot and heavy under the sheets…”
“And the good girl would be who?” Truly interrupted with a grin.
“Oh, shut up. Anyway, this isn’t that. nothing even close to that. He can’t stand me either. We just rub each other the wrong way. Sharing a driveway doesn’t help much. I’m thinking about moving.”
“Was that your idea?” I smirked and pointed to the thickly painted, bright yellow line going vertically down the driveway while essentially cutting it in half.
“Actually, it was his,” Melody said with exasperation. “Crix…that’s his stupid name… has about a million damn vehicles and lots of visitors all the time from that damn MC club. Besides the loud parties he has no respect for time. Mows the lawn at all hours and revs up that bike that he’s working on a thousand times a day. Don’t even get me started on his bad taste in women. Everybody hates him, not just me. Thelma across the street didn’t even bake him banana bread when he moved in, and she bakes everyone banana bread. I had to move Boo’s crib into my room because the asswipe has a motion light that is tricked off at the slightest breeze and shines right in my baby’s room. The Silver Saints arealwayshere, and not real respectful of keeping their chromed-out Harleys on Crix’s side of the driveway. Made me late for work a couple of times and when I went over to bitch him out, he told me to draw a line. So, I did.”
“I can try and talk to Deke for you.” I offered.
“Thanks, Liddy. But I can handle Crix Calhoun, as long as he stays on his side of that line.”
“I heard that the club is purchasing a whole bunch of property. I guess they’re buying Soapy Suds Car Wash on Poldock Ave.” Truly helped herself to another burger. For a skinny girl, she sure could eat. “Word is that they are going to automate the whole thing and offer a flat monthly rate for unlimited car washes and vacuuming, which I am personally looking forward to. Liddy, can you pass the chips and dip?”
“Yeah, I heard that too. Didn’t they buy Toby’s Gun and Gear Shop?” I asked and grabbed myself some chips and dip before I passed them along.
“Nah, Toby came in for some ink the other day, and he told me that the Sinners couldn’t push that permit through. Seems there are too many felons on their crew.”
All of a sudden Truly made a small sound of distress, got up from her seat, and hurried across the porch to the house. She had almost reached the screen door when she was stopped short by a deep masculine voice calling out to her from the street.
“Hey!” He hollered. “Where ya going?”
“Holy Shit.” Melody muttered, and I concurred because that was one fine-looking guy at the end of that shout.
An absolutely beautiful man wearing a Silver Sinner cut and a-better-to-eat-you-with grin was strutting his way towards us. He stopped when he got to the bottom step of the front porch and laser-focused in on Truly.
“Ling’s Laundry right?”
Truly hesitated briefly, nodded, and answered with a single word. “Yep.”
He moved up two steps towards Truly. “I’m Lito. What’s your name?”
“My name?”
“Yeah.” Lito shrugged. “You don’t wear a name tag, and no offense but you have shit for penmanship so I can’t read the slips you sign for my laundry. Trixie, maybe?”
“It’s Truly and I never got any complaints about my handwriting before.” Truly huffed because penmanship was a sore subject with her. Her handwriting had always been lousy, and she had needed extra practice forming letters in grade school.
