Chapter 7
Kitty
I pull up outside the large diner that looks more like a log cabin. The bikes, mostly Harleys are all lined up outside. Great, that means I am the last to arrive. Not a good sign. Still, I pull off my helmet and hang it on the handlebar of the bike then raise my left leg, swinging it up and over.
Inside the cabin it’s not as dingy as I thought it would be. I am impressed with the amount of light that comes through the windows that are on all sides and double doors at the back. From what I can see from the entrance they lead to some kind of deck area with tables and large shade umbrellas.
The gang are seated around two large tables pushed together. Wolfgang turns first and fixes me with a glare with his ice-cold eyes, they remind me of the color of a stormy sea. “You made it, about time, Throttle.” He calls me that because my biker’s name is Throttle Kitty.
I shrug as I walk towards the table. All eyes are on me. I’m not intimidated since my bodyguards back home and some of the guys my father had me train with, are built a lot bigger. They all have tatts and I can see on their left forearm; each one has the logo for the gang. I’m sure it will be expected for me to have one too. Only that isn’t happening.
I’ll wear the badge on my jacket, wherever the hell they like but I am not the kind of girl who is going to be branded. Sure, I have tatts. A lot of them. A rose creeping up my right thigh with my mother’s initial below it. My mother is partial to roses, and has an impressive rose garden at the house. Same as she had when she lived with my father and I. Good memories are in my memory bank of when I was a young girl and would play in the garden whilst she tended to them.
Then there is the eagle that I have on my left shoulder, a symbol of strength and freedom. One that I aspire to be, kind of difficult when your father is who he is.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I say not bothered if they think I am some kind of brat or not. What I will not do, is bow down to them like they’re Gods or anything else.
“Take a seat,” Wolfgang says. “I’ll do the introductions.”
One of the guys with a long braid and wide shoulders nods his head to the chair next to him. I pull it out and sit my ass down. The guy on the other side gives me his hand. I notice the letters on each finger just about the knuckle. They spell out Sarah. Probably his wife, ex or his daughter. He wears a ring that is a skull. Kinda typical, right?
“Everyone this is Throttle Kitty. From Russia, be civil and no funny business.” What? Does anyone still say that anymore? It’s so old fashioned. They nod and murmur hello, good to meet you. The usual kind of bullshit that nobody cares about but it is ingrained in us to always starts with pleasantries.
I’m not here for pleasantries, I am here to help them win the turf they so desperately need and of course to piss my father off. My mother not so much, however. If she ever finds out who I am riding with then she’ll be hurt and upset. I’ll have to take that one on the chin. Here’s hoping that Jett doesn’t actually know yet.
The guys introduce themselves one by one. I don’t think I will be able to remember all the names at once. I have a good memory for faces and places, names not so much. They always seem to elude me.
Sarah fingers on my one side is called Mike The Spanner. Guess he is good with spanners then. The other guy is called Garrett the blade. No need to guess where he got that nickname from. Not too original.
“Meeting is starting,” Wolfgang announces. Everyone quietens down to listen to their leader.
A young woman brings me a diet coke. Funny, I didn’t place that as an order. Frankly, I would prefer a coffee. She smiles sweetly. “Can you take it back please. I don’t drink coke. I’ll have a black coffee. Thanks.”
Wolfgang narrows his eyes at me. “What? I am not drinking that shit,” I tell him.
“As I was saying we have some shit to get through. First off, the small stuff. The cabin needs work doing on it. I need some volunteers to sort out the roof before the next storms come. You,” he says pointing at a guy with a long beard and long hair, sporting a tattoo of a web on his neck. “Can get some guys together and get it sorted. The club will reimburse on the costs.”
He takes a drink from his Zero-Coors, then places it down. “We need some guys to ride out to the Hyenas club and see what’s going down there. A couple of their riders have been sniffing around our ladies in town. I want a stop putting to it. Anyone messes with our ladies, they need to know about it.”
“I’ll ride out with Sniper,” Garrett says.
“I’m in too,” I tell Wolfgang. Fuck that shit, if anyone is giving any female hassle, I want to be there to right the fuckers.
“No, I need you to stay out of trouble, Throttle Kitty. We have bigger fish to fry right now. Like your brother’s gang.”
Goddammit, I have already told him Jett is not my brother. I’ll let it go this time and say thanks to the young woman when she brings a coffee in a white cup, on a plain white saucer.
“Fine,” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“We need to all meet up at midnight to do a ride around the Lexington estate. There are some douchebags who are going into the local shops and threatening the owners, demanding cash. That brothers, is our cash for keeping them safe. Throttle Kitty, you will ride out with me tonight and some of the guys and make yourself useful that way.”
The juke box must have come on since now I can hear some AC/DC music playing. My foot automatically taps to the beat.
“And what exactly do you want me to do if I catch one of the bastards?”
“You do what you want, but make sure they get the message not to steal our money again. Got it?”
I nod.
He continues with the meeting, most of the stuff doesn’t pique my interest. Instead, I find my thoughts going back to Jett. The way his eyes were drinking me in, when we were in the kitchen is enough to make core heat up. I squeeze my thighs. Jeez getting hot about my asshole stepbrother is not part of my life equation.
Why the hell in damnation does he have to be so hot looking? And the worst is, that he knows it. Arrogant son-of-a-bitch!