CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

-:- AXEL -:-

Sunday and church once more. We have a few things to cover but thankfully now the gang has been taken down and the brothel in Nevada has been overrun by Death and his brothers, we can forget about it and hope we don’t have any more assholes thinking they can do that shit on our turf.

Walking into church, I take my seat and smack the gavel down. “Okay, meeting to order. First business, Specs, what is happening with this woman coming here saying Drag is Dragon and has a kid?”

Specks grins as he responds. “I’ve spoken to the president of the MC and he’s taking it to hand. It’s nothing to do with us or Drag in particular. He has it all under control, his words, not mine. So, Drag, I’m happy to announce, you are not anyone’s baby daddy.”

The brothers slap the table with fists, hoot, and throw comments to which Drag shows no response. Sitting stoically through it all, but I notice he has a tilt on the corner of his lip, not allowing his amusement to show.

“Thank fuck for that. You all make sure you wrap it. We don’t want any more near misses on the baby daddy front.” I give them all a stern look, but can see the horror on some of their faces at the thought of a woman turning up, saying they have a kid.

“I’d love kids, but only with the woman I choose to have as my Ol’ Lady. I make sure I wrap it, and I tie it off and dispose of it myself.” Drag tells the room, and the number of brothers nodding their heads tells me they are being more than careful.

“Sharp has been in touch and has put an offer in for the diner. Now it’s a fuckin’ good offer. TwoCents has searched the area, looked at the cost of other diners up for sale. Then looked at the renovation costs and the offer Sharp put in is more than fair. In fact, I’d say it’s an excellent offer and if we don’t want to keep it, we should let it go.” Looking at TwoCents, who is nodding in agreement.

“It’s more than fair, and I think Shar looked at the place more than a couple of times. She ate there and spoke with the staff. I think they looked at all aspects of the diner and know it’s a fuckin’ winner. It has the apartment above too, which again Liam made sure was brought up to date,” TwoCents informs us all.

“Let’s have a show of hands for the sale of the diner.” I watch as, one by one, all hands are raised. None of us want to be traveling to watch over a diner, so the result is, as I expect, unanimous. “Sold. TwoCents get it done and we can forget about it.”

“Yeah, Pres, no problem,” TwoCents replies, taking a small pencil from behind his ear. FFS, I think to myself, but don’t comment. When I look around everyone has a pencil behind their ear and broad grins on their faces. I lift my middle finger to them but can’t stop the chuckle at the fuckers messing with me.

“I understand the road trip was a success, and you all had a good time?”

Chuckling grabs my attention, and Dice points at Clay. “This one nearly got arrested for being drunk, and indecent exposure.”

Buzz can’t resist, “Why, what did he do?”

“Drunk as a skunk, he strips all his gear and jumped into the fucking fountain that was in the middle of the town square. It was one of those small towns where everyone knows everyone. Well, we were bored with playing pool, so had a drinking competition. This one…” pointing at Clay, “lost the bet, and he had to strip and get wet. But he did it as a fuckin’ striptease from the bar to the fountain, and he jumped in that thing and rinsed every inch of his body, taking particular notice of his dick.”

Church is in an uproar with the laughter, and Clay has no shame. He’s sitting with his arms folded over his chest and a smirk on his face. Dice continues, “Then the local Sheriff tried to catch him, but he’s running around as naked as the day he was born, shaking his dick at the Sheriff every time he got close, which had him backing off ‘cause he didn’t want to get himself into strife for sexual harassment, which this fucker…” again pointing at Clay, “threatened him with.”

“Let’s move on. Does anyone have anything to bring to our attention?” I ask.

“We have Siggy signed up to help at the tattoo shop. Rock spoke to her and she came over to see me. We worked out two afternoons and a morning each week and if we need her, she’ll work extra in the evenings. But, with her paint business, that’s all the time she can spare right now,” Reuse throws out.

“That’s good. She did a fuckin’ good job with Splash on the door of the cages’ building. I’ve had a few people comment about it already,” Rock states. “She’ll be good because she’s committed to anything she takes on.” I notice Rock looks at Jig, but Jig isn’t saying anything. Something going on with Jig and Siggy?

Buzz catches our attention next. “Mrs. Philpott was refusing to leave town, although Colt has already taken Acton and left her behind. I gave her the ultimatum. She leaves under her own steam, or we’d show the town what she’s been doing. She again wouldn’t leave. So, posters of her in compromising positions with some unsavory characters started to appear on every inch of space that I know she traveled through, walked past, or shopped. I got the call from her, and she’s gone. Her reputation is now in the gutter and a couple of divorces are imminent. Which I’ve been thanked for, by the way, as it was the evidence to make that happen.”

“Seems divorces are happening all over the fuckin’ place. Garrett divorced Jerica. Colt divorced his missus, and now these others you mentioned. None of us are getting divorced, so make sure it stays that way.” I give each of the brothers with Ol’ Ladies a look and they give me the same one in return. We are not losing our Ol’ Ladies under any circumstances.

“I want an Ol’ Lady. I’m sick of banging bitches that have no potential to be a good addition to me or the club,” Chaos says, surprising everyone.

“You’re not gonna get any woman to settle with you, Chaos, when they notice how many women you’ve been fuckin’,” Target responds, and as he’s a close brother to Chaos, we all leave the conversation to him.

“You know women love me!” Chaos throws back, and our heads are back and forth from one to the other.

“Maybe so, but if you met a woman you really wanted, and she’d been with thirty men, you’d be calling her a whore,” Target continues.

Nodding, Chaos agrees, and then he must think about the number of women he’s been banging, and the penny drops. “I’ll curtail my activities, and I’ll speak with Winter,” He responds, looking at Target. A look passes between them, and when Target nods, whatever it was is agreed on.

“Okay, Rock, can you tell me why we’ve had ten boxes delivered for Destiny here at the clubhouse? Why, she has forty fuckin’ teddy bears with kuttes that say Raging Barons MC on them?”

Rock looks at me astonished, “Hang on, Pres.” Walking out of church, Rock comes back with his phone, makes the call to Destiny, and puts it on speaker.

“Hi, Rock,” Destiny says. She’s so sweet, and always so polite and calm.

“Red, why have we ten boxes of teddy bears delivered to the clubhouse? Oh, and you are on speaker during church.” Rock I can see is between being highly amused and annoyed.

“Well, you know I’ve had a problem with the deliveries. I thought if I changed my order it would break the cycle of them keep sending me all the boxes. So, I ordered a single box, which is four teddy bears with the Raging Barons MC logo, and I thought Carter, Hunter, Harrison and Quinn could have one. Then when more babies came to the club, I would buy another box, you know, when Mia has her daughter for a start.” Red tries to quickly lay out what’s happening. “But I don’t know why they’d send ten boxes. I did contact them and they said they sent one box, and that’s it. They said I’d paid too, but I hadn’t because the checkout at the website wasn’t accepting my card. I kept trying…”

TwoCents butts into the conversation, “Hang on, you say you kept trying to pay with your card, but nothing was happening?”

“Yes. I’ve checked my statement, and no money has been taken from my bank apart from the very first box I purchased.” Red sounds frustrated, but I’m finding this highly amusing.

“Don’t try buying anything else, Dest. I’ll get all the information from you and take a look. If necessary, Specs can look too and see what’s going on with their system.” TwoCents is grinning at the predicament Destiny has found herself in.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Axel President,” Destiny murmurs, and we all stop and take notice that she’s more than a little worried. That is not happening on my watch.

“Destiny, it’s okay, and you call me Axel or Pres, but I prefer Axel. You are not in trouble. In fact, it’s highly fuckin’ amusing. But what are we going to do with all these teddy bears?” I ask, not expecting what Silver answers.

“Fuck like rabbits, until we have enough babies to own one!” Silver grins, and the brothers with Ol’ Ladies slap the table and agree. The other brothers are mumbling about finding an Ol’ Lady before all the bears have gone.

“Don’t worry Destiny. We’ll sort it out. Just don’t place any more teddy bear orders.” I give her my firm voice so she knows I’m not messing with her now. But she is giggling after all the comments the brothers have thrown around.

“Ol’ Ladies, you gotta love ‘em,” Fist says with a huge grin on his face, and we all nod in agreement.

Slamming the gavel down, I watch the brothers walk out of church grinning, laughing, and talking about Ol’ Ladies. Rock is now speaking quietly to Destiny after taking the call off the speaker. Me, I’m going to see how many more babies I can convince Mia to have!