Chapter Two

S t_Margarita: So, you're like, on here all the time. Beretta_Penn: Yeah. I like to keep busy. St_Margarita: What do your mom and dad think of you playing all day? Beretta_Penn: Oh, I don't have a mom and my dad has a lot of stuff going on. St_Margarita: Right. So no time for you then? Beretta_Penn: Well what about you? You're always on when I'm on. St_Margarita: I'm ignoring my mom and dad's fighting. Beretta_Penn: Um, I'm sorry St_Margarita: Why? It's not your fault Beretta_Penn: ………… Beretta_Penn: ………… Beretta_Penn: There's a horde of orcs coming our way. I've never faced a horde before St_Margarita: Stick with me kid, I'll show you all you need to know.

Wire

"Ohhhh Wire!" Chewy's voice drifts down the hall. Since she's been here, she's gotten a lot louder. She never really had good volume control, but now it seems as if she's competing with Marx and Switch to be heard.

I lean back in my chair, bringing my arms up, hands on either side of my head, and then lean back, trying to get a good stretch going. Even though we went for slightly larger than normal office furniture, I still have the tendency to hunch.

"Ow! Dammit, who put that there?" I swivel my chair to see Chewy rubbing her elbow.

"Fire extinguisher again?"

"Nah, sweater got caught on the door handle. Anyhoo, guess who's here? The new kid. I saw them all pull in. Thought I'd come down here to chill out a moment. I'm a little overwhelmed to be getting a new vagina around here." She says in a bland voice, bouncing on her toes, curly hair wild around her.

"Um, you know that we have lots of vaginas around here?"

She waves me off. "Bunnies don't count. I mean a vagina with brains. And clothing. I'm betting I won't see this vagina peeking out of skirts or shorts. This vagina will have class. It'll be able to talk about coding and gaming and dress sensibly. A sensible vagina to befriend is what I'm after. I don't have any female friends yet. I have to make a good impression."

I squint at her and open my mouth to rebut that whole sentence, but she spins in place, bumps into the doorway, and then leaves.

"Come on Wire! We have to get to the vagina before it's tainted by the rest of the brothers!"

Shaking my head, I get to my feet, do a few more stretches, and follow Chewy down the hall.

Entering the common room, I see Savage, his SAA Dex, and Flack. I've only met him once, but he's a nice guy. Nothing like you would expect from a man who lived through his MC's criminal years. He's reasonably tall, around 6ft at a guess. Solid with a ruddy, round face and an easy smile. Not the type of man who you think has seen action and I'm betting killed a few people.

They're meant to have brought his daughter with them today, but I can't see her. Neither can Chewy, by the way I see her head swiveling this way and that. Rhodie grabs hold of her and pulls her into his body. I can hear him murmuring to her about chilling out. He's rewarded with a squinty eye and an eyebrow raise that looks a hell of a lot like her brother Gus's.

Marx's whistle rends the air, quieting all the brothers who have congregated to meet the new person. It's not a pre-arranged thing. We're just nosey as fuck.

"Everyone, as you know, we're welcoming Flack's daughter into the fold to learn from the very best, Wire and Chewy."

"Just show us my new vagina, Marx, sheesh," Chewy mumbles under her breath. I watch Rhodie's head snap down to stare at her, but she's oblivious.

"Remy is special to us, so we are trusting you with her. Take care of her." Savage's comment leaves no argument as he stares at Marx for a beat, the two of them coming to some sort of unspoken agreement.

They both nod and then Savage turns and whispers something to Flack. Flack turns, and a blonde woman steps out from behind him.

She's taller than Chewy, which isn't hard given that Chewy is fucking tiny. I'd put her at about 5'5. Her straight blonde hair reaches her jawline, with bangs hanging in her eyes behind the glasses resting on her button nose. She has a heart shaped face and smooth creamy skin. She's beautiful in an innocent, sweet way.

From my research, I know she's a children's librarian, and she's dressed exactly as I would imagine. The usual boring librarian attire, but more colorful. Conservative and a little dowdy. All topped off with a book shaped brooch pinned to her ample chest.

"Hi, um, I'm Remy," she whispers out.

I'm not sure what we expected, but it was not this woman. This small, timid, whispery woman somehow grew up on the compound of a 1% MC. It just doesn't seem to compute. Well, not to us. Chewy, on the other hand, has bounced over and started info dumping about vaginas and hacking. Remy has a shocked look on her face, but she smiles and nods at Chewy anyway.

"Rhodie!" Marx whisper shouts, gesturing at his brother's girl. Rhodie just sighs, then grips Chewy around the waist, lifting her and carrying her back to where he was standing.

"Right, well, welcome Remy. You'll be with Wire -" I step forward, giving her a two finger wave and smiling to make her feel a little more comfortable. Her gaze swings toward me and I'm startled by her eyes. At first glance, she didn't seem to resemble Flack at all. Now though, I see she has his icy blue eyes, framed by sooty brows and lashes, that seem to be out of place with her pale skin and dirty blonde hair. "- and Chewy. The tiny woman yapping at you before." She blinks owlishly at me for a moment before looking at Chewy, who is doing her big goofy wave.

"Hi," she smiles and waves back.

I hope this woman had a louder voice hidden away somewhere because there's no way we'll ever hear her otherwise.

"OK, well, the prospects have all your shit, so I'll get Chewy to show you to your room, and then around the compound while I meet with your Pres and Dad, OK?" I notice Marx has gentled his voice so as not to scare her. She nods up at him and Chewy barges past me to get to Remy. For a woman who until recently had very few friends, she now takes to new people as if she's on a personal mission to befriend as many as possible.

"Great. Another person to share my woman with," Rhodie grumbles next to me.

"Don't be a pussy. It'll be good for Chewy to have a girlfriend. I mean, what if she wants to talk about pe-" Before he can even finish his taunt, Rider starts gagging.

"That joke backfire on you, brother?" I smirk over at him while Rhodie has a big grin on his face.

"What was that you were saying, brother? When Chewy wants to talk about…. Periods?" Rhodie says the word period loud enough to be heard over Rider's gagging, which makes him gag even more violently.

"Eurgh - fuck off! - eurgh" Rider stumbles out of the room as me, Rhodie, Fox, Nitro, and Switch all laugh our asses off.

"He's still upset after Chewy went into detail about her IUD," Rhodie chuckles.

"Who the fuck gave Chewy explosives?"

I squint at Fox for a moment before Switch practically yells in his face.

"IUD contraceptive, you dumb ass! You shouldn't be fucking if you don't know that." With a disgusted look on his face, he stomps over to the bar, leaving the rest of us to taunt Fox.

"Right, better get back to it before Chewy shows Remy around my control center. There are rules for how things need to be done. And no offense, brother, but your woman isn't interested in any rules other than her own."

Rhodie doesn't even answer, he just smiles softly when he thinks of his woman. I would tease him, but it's good to see two people I love, happy. Clapping him on the shoulder on my way past, I head back to the room I spend the bulk of my time in. If I'm not here, I'm in the gym or the common room. It's a pretty small existence, but it's what I needed after getting out of army intelligence. Posted to the team Rhodie led, I was in charge of feeding them info in real time. After too many missions, I needed to see some good in the world. Coming home to my mom and sisters, and then joining DRMC helped me get out of my head.

My ass just hits the leather of my seat when Chewy swans in, Remy following behind, standing awkwardly in the room.

"Hey, I set you up a workspace. You're in between me and Chewy."

Her eyes get large and a blush stains her cheeks.

"Oh wow, thank you so much. You really didn't have to. I would have been fine with my laptop," she looks around my room before pointing to a random swivel chair in the corner, "Over there. I could sit there. I don't want to be any trouble." She wrings her hands, and I can see she's getting uncomfortable by the way Chewy is staring.

Before I can say anything, Chewy starts up. "Why would you think you were trouble? And why would you sit all the way over there? You can't learn if you can't see. Take a seat." She waves at the chair between us and Remy creeps, literally creeps, over to her workstation. She gingerly takes a seat before letting out a breath and giving me and Chewy a smile. Yet again I'm left wondering how the fuck this woman was raised on an MC compound.

"You're really shy for an MC kid, huh? Like, I would have expected you to be like Rhodie and Marx. They're MC kids. Oh and Rider, huh Wire?" Chewy finishes her sentence by gesturing to me, but not making eye contact as it "wigs her out".

"Oh, um, well, I guess I was happy just to read or play games on my laptop. My sister did a lot of the talking for me, or my dad."

"Close to your dad, huh? Cool, cool." I try not to chuckle at Chewy's small talk. I know she's trying and Remy is nice enough to engage with her.

"Yeah, I love my dad. He's one of my best friends, but I guess all dads are like that."

"Dunno. Mine was murdered."

Remy looks mortified, and her panicked gaze swings to mine. I shrug. "I can't help you there. Mine left when I was 13."

She starts wringing her hands again. "I'm sorry."

"Bah, not your fault. You didn't murder my dad or make Wire's bail." Chewy waves her off as if it's nothing. Remy's eyes get huge and I want to see what she does to get out of this situation. Mainly because living here and working this closely with Chewy, there will be many more of these types of situations. Her eyes dart everywhere but to me and Chewy and I watch her swallow a couple of times before deciding what to do next.

"Well, um, shall we do this then?" She gestures toward her computer and Chewy nods emphatically.

I smile at her. "Stick with us kid, we'll show you all you need to know."

Remy

I want to die. Or at the very least, have the earth swallow me up. I'd even take being abducted by aliens at this point. Big blue ones with vibrating peens. Not even half an hour in and I've put my foot in it. Luckily for me, Tuesday, or "Chewy" as her property cut states, seems to take this all in her stride. She is a highly unusual woman and I'm wondering if she may be on the Autism spectrum. I have had enough kids with ASD visit me at the library to recognize the signs.

I didn't only make the faux pas with her dad, but also with Wire's. Ugh. I want to slap my own face. He was nice, though; he didn't make me feel bad. Just smiled at me. And what a smile it is, holy moly.

When I first walked into the common room, I faced a wall of hotness. I don't know what they're feeding the men in Rose Grove but butter my buns and call me Sadie; they are hot with a capital H. Far more impressive than where I came from, although that could be purely because these men are younger and I didn't grow up with them.

Marx, the DRMC Pres, made the quick introductions, and if I can remember them correctly, there was Rhodie, Chewy's Ol Man. He's also the enforcer and Marx's blood brother. Then there was Rider, the SAA, Judge, the road captain, Tank, and Sniper. I met Switch, the MC medic when Chewy showed me to his clinic room, and Fox and Nitro in the garage out back. There are a few others I'm yet to meet. Squeak lives in town with his wife and kids and isn't as active a member as the others, and Mad Dog, Rhodie and Marx's father is travelling around with his Ol Lady. Chewy said that the ones that are here make up the bulk of the MC. Well, them and the man sitting beside me.

When Wire stepped forward and gave me a two-fingered wave, I almost swooned. This man, wooowee! Tall, broad, and so very handsome. His brown skin almost shimmered under the fluorescent lighting of the common room, and his hazel eyes shone with intelligence. It's the only way to describe him. If that wasn't enough, the man's hair is beautiful. Dark brown, shaved close on the sides and longer ringlets on top that were pulled back with a band. He is breathtakingly beautiful. He is also nice, which is a double whammy of hotness.

I shake my head and try to concentrate. I'm here to learn. Although that won't stop me panic messaging Saint_Margarita, or Mags, as I like to call him, to tell him about my mortification.

We've messaged every day since we met playing Shadow Wrath. He's my best friend and has been since I was 13 years old. We know each other's deepest darkest secrets, which some might find odd given that we've never met or even spoken in real life, but I don't care. Chatting to Mags is like confession. The faceless person on the other side doesn't judge me on my looks or behavior. Just like I don't judge him. I've heard enough bad sex and crazy girlfriend stories over the years to last me a lifetime. Likewise, he knows all about my failed prom night and my overprotective uncles.

"So, once you're set up, we can get into the security crap. We've run background on you and you've passed, but as you know, you may deal with some sensitive stuff, so you need to be aware of that." I nod at Chewy and try to ignore the fact that she's staring at my nose. I'm guessing she doesn't like eye contact too much.

"Marx wouldn't have let you come here if you were a risk, Remy. Me and Chewy just like to know that whatever we come across here is kept tight, you got me?" Wire's smooth voice rolls over me and I can feel myself blush again.

"Yup, got it. I grew up with a 1% club. Trust me, I know how to keep my mouth shut. Unless you're concerned I'll be telling all your secrets to the little kids of Rose Grove. They're the only friends I'll have anytime soon." I smile at my bad joke, and relax a little when Wire smiles back at me.

"Don't worry. We're friends now. I'll plan a girls night for us in the next few days once I figure out what that entails," Chewy says in her matter-of-fact voice. Shocked by this, I catch Wire's smirk as he shakes his head and taps away at his keyboard. Well, okay then. Looks like I'm having a girls night.

"Knock knock," a gruff voice sounds out and all three of us spin in our chairs to see Marx step into the room. His big body fills up the space. "Hey Remy, the Death Riders are about to head off if you want to say goodbye," I smile up at the huge man before looking back at Wire, who gives me a head tip.

Getting to my feet I head back the way I came, only stopping to let Fox and Nitro pass me in the hall. I think those two must be best friends or something. They seem to always be together. I would have thought they were related or blood brothers were it not for the fact that Fox is taller, lean and blonde, to Nitro's shorter, stocky and dark.

Stepping into the common room, I see my dad leaning toward Savage, a frown on his face, before Savage grips his shoulder and nods in my direction. I've always hated interrupting them in the middle of business, so instead of moving straight away I wave to them both, then slowly walk toward them. Obviously, whatever has gone on has passed as my dad meets me in the middle of the room, sweeping me up into his big arms.

"You be good, Remy girl. Call me every night to tell me what you learned." His gruff voice rumbles through him.

I roll my eyes and wait for Dad to put me back on my feet before agreeing to anything.

"Dad, I'm 28. I'll be fine. But you call me if you need anything or can't find your glasses. Also, tell Sunny to call me. And you be good! Stay out of trouble, otherwise I'll drive back to Roxwell and kick your behind!"

Dad just smirks down at me, before dropping a kiss to the top of my head and wrapping me in his bear hug once more.

"Love you Remy girl,"

"Love you too, Dad." We let each other go and I walk them all out, before waving them off in the cloud of dust. Turning back into the room, I'm faced not with a wall of biker hotness, but what seems to be a wall of bunnies.

"Who the hell are you?" sneers a tall blonde with hair so high it can't be real. She also has the thickest eyelash extensions I've ever seen.

"Whitney, just back off, yeah?" An incredibly deep voice calls. I'm guessing it's the prospect behind the bar.

"No! I want to know who this bitch is!" She doesn't even turn to look at him, just eyeballs me as she stabs a long, pointed red fingernail in my direction.

I almost want to sigh. I've dealt with bunnies all my life. I know Nat gave me the "talk" about asserting my dominance and "beating a B" but I've never been that way inclined. Instead, I turn and address the girls standing with Whitney.

"Hi! I'm Remy." I smile and wave. Whitney, and a woman I'm guessing is her bestie scowl at me. But the other two girls smile and wave back.

"Don't smile at us, bitch! You better walk away. All the men here are taken, so get out of here skank." She shoos me away with her hand.

I paste my biggest smile on my face and lean in a little. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay. In my own room. With my own bathroom." I tap my bottom lip as if I'm thinking, "Let me guess? You share a room, right?" Behind Whitney's back I see a small brunette shake her head at me. "Oh you don't live here? So you're not real bunnies are you? You're just hangarounds. Wow, so then men you say are taken, don't even let you stay here? Tell you what, I'll think of you in your apartments somewhere in town when I'm stretched out in my big bed. In my very own room here at the compound." I straighten up and smile at the dark-haired bunny. "Right, I have places to be, and it's not riding brothers for rent money either."

I walk past the bunnies with my head held high, faking confidence even though my hands are shaking. It's not in my nature to be nasty, but sometimes bunnies need to be put in their place. I'd rather we all just got along.

Whitney's nasally voice follows me down the hall to the Control Center of the MC. Well, that's what Chewy calls it. I think it's just Wire's room. Or suite more specifically. It's a large room, with one side dominated with a large screen on the wall. Under it sits a desk that runs the length of the room. Wire's station is set up closest to the door, Chewy's on the other side and mine in the middle. There's a large dividing wall that cuts the room in half, so I'm guessing his bed and things are on the other side. I didn't have a good look, because it's not my business. All I know is that the whole room smells like him, all woodsy, spicy, and masculine. Even though the man may fluster me, his scent settles all my nerves.

I wonder if Mags wants to hear about it? He hates when I girl-talk with him. But he owes me after I saved his ass time and time again by giving him girl advice.There was a time when I used to think that Mags and I would meet up and fall madly in love.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I walk into Wire's room to him and Chewy clapping.

"Um, what's going on?" I look around, trying to figure out what the heck they're doing. They're both kinda weird, in the usual way of computer geeks.

"Celebrating you putting Whitney in her place. And you didn't even use any curse words!" Chewy cheers. "I never even thought to take her out that way. I just threatened to kick her in the cunt," she shrugs.

My quick inhale of breath at Chewy using that word has me choking on air and coughing for a moment.

My eyes water and I croak out "Um, thanks?"

They both smile at me as I take a seat and wake up my screen.

"I know it's a lot, but you're doing fucking great, Remy," Wire whispers. I let his words settle inside me, building up my confidence. This may be the furthest I've ever been away from home, but I can do this. New home, new job, new somewhat crazy friend, new me.