The third floor is where Dark Leopards MC holds its meetings when we need to stay close to the bar. You can only enter with a code, so everything is protected. On our floor, there’s a bar that only serves beer and a closed room called the church with a big table and fifteen chairs.
Earlier today, two prospects from Dark Leopards MC were with me when I was at the diner and got the call from Tyson about a member-only meeting to discuss club business. I crack my neck as I saunter into the club after sending the prospects to do a sweep around the building before they come in. We promised our staff we would always protect them if they worked for us.
I grab a beer from one of our bartenders and nod to one of the other members before heading upstairs. Grabbing another beer from the third floor, I wait for the church doors to open. I’m assuming that Tyson and August are in a secret meeting with there being two empty beer glasses on the bar.
As the Enforcer of the Dark Leopards, it’s my responsibility to make sure that the prospects are well trained in all weapons and to ensure the security of the president is solid. It is up to me to guarantee our members know the rules and fall in line. If someone warrants further attention, I’m the person who deals with them. I’m not afraid to get bloody or do the dirty work.
I need to go "talk" to that Bobby guy from the diner. Polly is mine, and I won't let any slag take her. An urge to find her and claim her has been nagging me for a while, but I wonder if she would be able to accept all of me.
" Jackson. Earth to Jackson." I feel someone pushing my shoulder, making me spill a little bit of beer onto my hand. I snap out of my thoughts and glance up to see the president standing in front of me.
"Sorry. Mind was somewhere else." I get to my feet and shake his hand. "What's this meeting about?"
"Some major business that could hurt us badly," he informs me.
“Fuck! I guess I better sharpen my claws,” I growl then lick my lips and wink, ready for the fight, and we laugh.
The other members begin to trickle in as we walk into church. Once everyone is in the room and seated, the gavel bangs, and we go over old business, talk about how the bar is doing, and discuss how our revenue has been lately.
“Now, on to why I called this meeting.” Tyson sighs heavily. “There seems to be some talk about a new crew who is trying to steal our dealers and move in on our customers. I even found out they have beaten a few of our girls downstairs.” The men around me start raising hell about payback, and Tyson looks at me. “Now, Jackson, we need a plan on how we can put a stop to it.”
“Okay. I’ll need a few names so I can start to watch them and pick up on things. I need to know who is willing to do a little bit of dirty work with me and start scouting.” A few members raise their hands. I make a mental note about who is willing to help. “I’ll have the prospects watch the girls more closely anytime one of them leaves the building.”
“Make sure the prospects stay out of sight,” President warns me. There have been a few I’ve had to reprimand for attempting to get handsy with the girls. Those men understand if they do it one more time, I’ll end their lives. I don’t give a third strike when it comes to the girls.
“Oh, I will make sure they do as they’re told, or they’re done.”
Tyson adjourned the meeting. We all start to leave, but I ask the members who said they would help to stay behind for a quick chat.
“Hey, I’m going to scope out the areas the president told us about. What I want you guys to do is watch over the deliveries. We need to make sure the money is good. I’ll get the schedule of drop-offs and set up a rotation,” I tell them. The guys nod and we move to stand outside Chaotic Twister, scanning the parking lot for anything suspicious. Seeing nothing, we get on our bikes and drive off in our separate ways.
Once I leave Twister, I decide to park my bike at my apartment, my place where I can get away from it all. I love my MC brothers, but sometimes, I need a breather.
Instead of going up, though, I decide to go look for Polly from the diner earlier. One night, two years ago, I picked up her scent and have been drawn to her ever since. I’ve been trying to keep tabs on her, but she moves around a lot.
I try to pick up her scent from the diner, and it leads me to an area known for its homeless population. Is Polly homeless? I search around until I hear her laughing with some guy.
I inch closer, hiding in the bushes. I sweep my gaze over the area, taking in where she’s been living, and it makes me want to rescue her and give Polly the life of a queen. Can I trust that she won’t spill my secret, though?
The old guy hugs she was talking to hugs Polly after informing her that he needs his beauty sleep and moves into an old green tent. She says good night to him as she walks over to the garbage can to throw away their dinner. I keep my eyes trained on her because I don’t like her being alone, especially when there are dangers all around her.
My nose tickles because I smell Bobby. My chest rumbles with
