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“How can I help you then?”
“You’re new in the neighbourhood,” the tatted one says, somewhat aggressively.
It’s an odd start to the conversation, but I’m intrigued. “Indeed I am.”
He glares at what I assume is my nonreaction to their big, bad, biker personas. “We’re assurance salesmen.”
“Insurance,” the other one corrects, glancing sheepishly at me.
“I like that you get to the point, boys,” I say in a silky voice. “But I already have insurance.”
“Yeah,” tatted one says. He seems to think he’s the leader, but I’m doubtful he truly is. “But ours is special.”
Hmm, special insurance. “My name is Dr. Whittaker or Evanee if you prefer. And you are?”
“Uh, I’m Crank,” he replies, then points a thumb in the taller biker’s direction. “He’s Zero.”
“How interesting,” I say looking at Zero with a smile. “I’d love to hear how you came upon that road name.”
His face reddens. “We don’t have time to talk, ma’am.”
I try not to bristle. “Ma’am? I don’t mind being called a babe, not baby though. I like doll too. Sweetheart.” I think of my mall biker. “Darlin’.” I shrug as I slightly wrinkle my nose. “Just not ma’am.”
Zero rubs at the back of his neck. “Sorry, ma… uh, doctor.”
Crank scowls at Zero as I reply, “Not a problem. What matters is that in future, you don’t make the mistake again.” They can’t be much younger than I am, but they’re clearly out of their depth. “You were saying about being short on time?”
“Yeah,” says Crank trying to look mean. “We ain’t here to call you pretty names. We’re here to sell you insurance.”
I shift positions, recrossing my legs, which draws their eyes downward. “Okay. You’ve got my attention. What will this insurance get me?”
Zero’s face clears in relief. “It’s to prevent your place from being burned down or robbed.”
“Or trashed,” Crank adds.
“Sheep fucker,” Singalong interjects.
They jump, then look at the budgie.
Wonder of all wonders. The bird can talk!
I call their attention back to me. “How wonderful. My other insurance only deals with those kinds of things after the fact.” I pause. “You know, you had it right the first time, Crank. It’s assurance.”
They look at each other thinking they have me cornered. “Yeah,” says Crank. “Assurance. You gotta buy it if you want to open a business in this area.”
I affect a glower. “Stupid city council didn’t tell me that.” I stand, heading behind the counter. “Plus, I’ve already opened the business.”
“They don’t—”
I hold up a hand as I leaf through a folder, then pull out the business authorization and wave it at them. “I’m licensed you see so I thought I could open a business without needing anything else.” I shake my head like I’m mad. “I’ll be calling the city after we’re done here. This is bullshit.”
“Bullshite,” Singalong echoes. He appears to have a Scottish accent.
Crank gulps and looks at Zero who seems to be trying to think his way out of the situation. “Look ma’am… uh doll, this don’t got anything to do with the city council. This is Hell’s Jury turf, and they protect their own.”
Hell’s Jury! I think about my sexy biker. He’s within arms reach and my heart skips a beat as I imagine what he looks like under his biker clothes. “Does that make me one of their own?” I kind of get a little wet as I conjure an image of Trigger making me one of his own.
Crank squeezes his eyes shut and scratches at his head. “Yeah. You’re one of ours now.” They’re both holding their breath waiting for me to reply.
