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“Coffee Dad?” Kit asked, pausing.
“Kenny?” Rooster inquired.
“Yes, I’d love one, let me make it,” I replied, unsure of an eleven-year-old boy near boiling things.
“Kit can make it, he does a mean vanilla mocha,” Rooster drawled, amused, as Kit shot off. Finn and Brax swapped scowls but continued to clear the table.
“Did we start something?” I asked.
“No. Once they turn ten, then they can make hot drinks and shit. Until then, they’re going to have to be patient,” Rooster answered.
“They are seriously good boys, it’s obvious how much they love and respect you,” I said as Finn and Brax left the dining room.
“I’m a biker, Kenny. A brother in Hellfire. That’s my life, but it doesn’t mean what people assume it means. We don’t have to be ill-mannered and uneducated, which is what everyone thinks when they think of MCs. Some of the most intelligent men I know belong to an MC.
“Individuals look down upon us, their impression already made. Illiterate, no schooling, crude, rude, a drain on society, up to our necks in illegal activities, and we’d fuck anything with a pussy, that’s what they believe. And let’s not forget the fact we all have criminal records. The opposite is true. None of Hellfire has a record, might have been arrested, butwe’ve never been charged.
“Hellfire runs some big businesses around here and employs a lot of people. For a time, Hellfire was dirty, not gonna sugarcoat our past, but those here today saw a future where we could be clean. And we broke our back for that. We earned shit the hard way and will continue to protect it no matter what.
“Those outside the club, they want to disrespect us? So be it. We ain’t gotta respect them either. That’s what they forget. Everyone’s forgotten to treat people how you wanna be treated. No, now its dog eats dog. Who can get the upper hand? Greed is the currency most people talk, and trolling is normal. The internet was a great invention but also one of mankind’s biggest failures.
“It allows those keyboard warriors who’d never say anything to our faces to put us down with the touch of a button. Gives them a screen to hide behind to spread rumours and destroy people. They’ve tried it with us, and we’ve ignored it and carried on. Hellfire believes what we do speaks for us in our town. We’re known for being clean here.
“In another part of the state? Hell, if a cop looked up the gossip, he’d have cuffs on us before we could blink. The hearsay would have us locked up and the key thrown away. In a decade, I don’t want people to fear my sons. I want them to accept the boys chose a different way of life and are happy but law-abiding, tax-paying people.” Rooster sighed. “Damn, I went off on a tangent.”
“No, I get it. Look at me. A woman working in law,and not only that, but I am also highly successful. Strike one, I’m a woman, strike two, I’m black, and strike three, I’m taking a man’s job until I do my real one and spit out babies. Those attitudes still exist in courts today, and I come across them when white men in suits talk down to me like I’m stupid. They change their attitude when I kick their ass from one end of the courtroom to the next,” I said, smirking.
“Racism is still prevalent in law systems?” Rooster asked and sounded surprised.
“Very much so. There’s a mentality there, a good thirty – forty per cent, that believe only privileged, educated, rich men should practise law. They envy women being successful because it threatens their ego. They hate black women even more because it means that we challenge their white supremacy,” I stated.
“That is shit.”
“That’s life, Rooster, and the burdens we chose when we picked our lifestyles. You knew what you’d get as a biker, and I understood the judgement and condescending attitude waiting for me as an attorney. But here we both are, saying fuck you to those who’d bring us down and fighting the good fight,” I said.
“I hate fuckin’ racism. Yeah, I know it exists, but I loathe it. Strip away skin, and we’re all the damn same underneath,” Rooster complained.
“Luckily, I am surrounded by people who care and like me. Racism exists for me, but only in small doses. I’ve never experienced it outright, and that I’m grateful for. Truthfully, the sexism bothers me more.Women can do any job a man can, but we’re classed as the weaker sex. Women are still second-class citizens. And there’s a good percentage of the male population who’d love nothing more than to see us back in the kitchen raising children.
“Hell, a male colleague of mine at my last firm, I got promoted above him, got the corner office, and so on. Asshole made a comment for me to enjoy it because once I started popping out babies, I clearly wouldn’t be working. The look on his face when I told him I’d pop out the kids, but the fuck I’d stay home with them. Either my husband would or a nanny would be employed. The idiot had no idea how to answer,” I ended with a laugh.
“I can imagine.” Rooster chuckled.
The boys barrelled back in, and we ate the fruit salad and whipped cream they brought with them. Kit’s vanilla mocha was excellent, just as Rooster had said.
After dinner, the boys scampered off to do whatever kids did, and Rooster led me out onto his decking, which overlooked the land. As he settled me in a chair, I was surprised when Kit brought out two more coffees and then disappeared.
“You have a beautiful home, Roo,” I said.
“It’s new. We lived in town before, but after the explosion, Hellfire bought this, and we decided to build here. There’s plenty of room for a hundred houses should our kids wish to build, too.”
“You’d like that,” I surmised.
“Fuck yes. Have my children and their families nextdoor or down the road, a thirty-second walk. Sure as hell would love that, but I’d never push them into it. Plus, they may not wish to be bikers and live here.”
“You want them to join Hellfire, though?”
“Yeah, Kenny, they’re my legacy.”
