Chapter 6
Jett Maverick
I pull up at the warehouse we’re all meeting at. It’s downtown and tucked out of the way. It used to be an old paper distribution point but now that most shit is online, it’s abandoned like so many other buildings. The brick needs a good clean up but the worse it looks the better. Least that way nobody will come snooping around.
Getting off the bike, I place my helmet on the handlebar and grab the back from under the seat with the food order in it. Fucker’s. I feel like a delivery boy.
The metal door is guarded by two big guys. One is called Jace the other is called Ely. Bald, faces like Bulldogs and arms the size of my thighs. Both covered head to toe in tatts. “Guys,” I say as I open the door.
They nod. Not known for their talking, but for the way they use their fists. And there are times that we need them to be our back up. Not that long ago we were taken on in a dive bar the other side of the tracks. It was only a pit stop after a long ride out to the mountains. How were we supposed to know another M.C. used it as their headquarters? Now we check this stuff out.
“What took you so damn long?” Jackson asks as I stride into the large, square space. Being an old industrial unit, overhead is the large piping and venting. There are some windows to the back and both sides. The floor is concrete. All we have in here are three battered, leather sofas, two easy chairs and a coffee table. Lining one of the side walls we installed a small kitchen area with a microwave, sink and some cupboards. Just enough to store our necessary food in for when we have longer meeting days or if one of us wants to stay over.
“Got here as quick as I could. What’s the big rush?” I say as I place the food on the counter in the kitchen area.
“We heard your sister is riding with the Black Vultures,” Jackson, aka, The Enforcer says. His dark, long hair is tied into a top know today, his beard needs trimming and he has dark circles under his eyes. No doubt because his new-born is keeping him awake most nights.
Cecille and him got married a couple of years ago and now they have a kid. It makes me wonder how that feels. I mean, me and marriage, kids no chance. I like a hook up every now and then and that’s it. I enjoy my freedom way too much. According to Jackson, there is nothing like being with the one. Whatever that means.
As a kid I thought my folks would be married forever well look what happened there. So yeah, relationship is a big NO THANKS!
“Stepsister,” I am quick to correct him.
“Same difference,” he says shrugging his impressive shoulders. The man has a body like Arnie in his heyday. Spends hours in the gym in the morning. According to Cecille he gets up at four to work out until six a.m. Dedication.
Me, I get up at six and workout until seven then usually try to get another ninety minutes in at night. Thankfully, my old man has a home gym kitted out like a full-on Gold’s gym.
Jackson takes his food and throws himself on the sofa next to Leroy, aka The Terminator who appears to be playing some kind of vid game the way his fingers are moving across the mobile.
“Where’s Ethan?” I ask as I take a seat on one of the other sofas and put my feet up on the table, crossing my ankles.
“Taking a leak,” Jackson says.
“Okay, so what’s the meeting about? Anyone know?” I ask as I take a sip from the bottle of diet coke I got out of the fridge.
Jackson turns to look at me. “I told you, we have trouble with the Black Vultures M.C. They’re trying to patch onto our turf, Bro. What the fuck is your sister doing riding with them? We thought she was some kid from Russia and now she’s out with them? What the hell, Man?” Jackson doesn’t sound impressed.
“Stepsister,” I remind him again. Fuck me, I have to keep clarifying that because the dirty thoughts that keep popping in my head over Kitty are definitely not sibling related.
“Yeah, whatever. It could spell disaster for us, Maverick,” Leroy says finally placing his mobile on the table.
“Out of my control. I don’t have anything to do with the brat. She came home for a break is all I know and my step mother is over the fucking moon. I can’t wait until she goes back.” Maybe that is a small untruth because I sure as hell do like looking at her. Even though it is totally fucking with my head!
“She could be here to spy on us. I mean what better opportunity since she is under the same roof as you, Mav.” I glare at Jackson. Is he serious right now?
I roll my lips and clench my jaw. “I don’t think that Kitty has it in her to spy on me and what gain would it bring?”
Er, why am I defending the brat? What the hell is that about? However, even I have to admit that sweet, little Ekaterina is definitely not sweet anymore.
She’s fiercely independent, more tatts than I expected to see on a female, a body like a vixen and a mouth too smart for her own damn good.
Must the damn Russian in her.
“Don’t be so sure. I hear her father is involved with the mafia and likes to kill for a living. Why would his daughter be any different? There’s a reason she is here, Bro and I don’t think it’s to play keeping house with your stepmother.”
He might have a point. Surely not?
Or is Kitty really here to get the dirt on our M.C?