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She, however, makes a fatal mistake. She lunges towards Martin threateningly, which Cora takes deep offense to. Cora lifts her cane and swings it like a professional golfer. That sucker hits Trix around the head, knocking her clean out. Rita squeals but runs away, leaving Trix on the floor of the grocery store.
Cora rubs her hands together as if she’s finished a good job, but she surprises me when she bellows, “Help, help, we’ve been assaulted.”
Martin looks at me and winks. “Three against one, Miri. She attacked first, and Cora retaliated.”
Before I could respond Cora grips her cane with both hands, stoops over it, and becomes a fragile old lady before my eyes. I look at Martin who chuckles, and I look at the two staff members running our way, knowing I’m going to be a liar, liar, pants on fire in a minute.
Chapter 29
JOKER
While sitting in the kitchen at home eating my breakfast, I’m thinking things are calming somewhat now that the bodies have been disposed of. I had a laugh at Robert's expense when he vomited after helping get the bodies into pieces for the pit. I told him he either had to get used to it or never eat for hours before the job starts, but if we are lucky, we won’t have to do this again for a long time.
Knocking on the front door surprises me, as brothers would just come in without an invitation. Quickly walking over and opening it, I’m surprised to see it’s Martin from next door.
“Hi, Martin, is everything okay?”
“I wanted to speak with you about an incident that happened at the grocery store yesterday. I’m not sure Miri would tell you because, if I’m honest, it didn’t seem to worry her at all. That terrible woman from your club spoke to her in the grocery store in full view of everyone.”
My temper rises instantly, “Who was it?”
Martin frowns, rubs his chin then grins, “I remember they were Trix and Rita. I only know that because I asked Miri in the car on the way home.”
“What were they saying?”
“That Miri had to step away from you. Leave and not come back, if I remember rightly that is, but Joker, I was so angry I’m not sure I remember it all correctly. You need to speak to those women, or to Miri. Miri didn’t seem worried, in fact, she looked amused,” Martin gives a shake of his head before turning to head back home. “Oh, make sure you do something Joker, because these things have a way of turning sour if left unchecked.”
“Oh, I’ll be doing something, don’t you worry yourself over that.”
I quickly head to the clubhouse and to Cap’s office. I don’t want to bring this to Pres unless I have to, hence getting Cap’s advice is paramount.
Tapping on the doorframe since he has his door open, I enter when he turns from his desk and waves me forward. “What’s up, Joker?”
I fill him in on what’s been happening with the club women and the last incident at the grocery store. “I’ve had enough, Cap. I know I have been with them all in the past, but they know I’m with Miri now and she is my Old Lady. They know to stay away, but they keep speaking out of turn to Miri and I’m about done with it, Cap. If they don’t back off, I’m going to bring it to church that we remove them from the club.”
“I’m not sure who even uses them anymore, Joker. I sure don’t and haven’t in a hell of a long time. I don’t really want to stick my dick where my brothers have been, and we can pick up pussy when we go to clubs.” Cap gives me a serious look then continues, “Tell Jet, who is in the common room working the bar, to get the club women here. I’ll speak to them, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll bring it to Tracker’s attention.”
“My attention for what?”
Turning I can’t help the smirk that forms. It’s just my luck that Tracker would be coming in here when I have an issue. I look at Cap, and he quickly fills Tracker in on what’s been happening. What I did not expect to see was Tracker’s face turn from calm to President mode in the blink of an eye. “Get the bitches in here.”
I don’t wait around. I quickly head to the common room and give the order to Jet, who looks shocked but quickly runs out of the common room toward wherever the club women are.
Back in Cap’s office I stand quietly on one side of the room. Cap is standing next to his desk, and Tracker is in front of the desk, ass on the edge, with his arms folded across his chest. He has a nasty frown on his face, and I can see if he were a bull he’d be snorting at this moment.
Trix, Daisy, Rita, and Flick walk into the room with Jet right behind them. From the look on his face, he had to do some pushing to get them here.
The look on their faces shows they are worried and scared when they see Tracker in Pres mode waiting for them. Trix stupidly speaks to Tracker. “Hi, Pres, is everything alright. Is there anything we can do for you?” She even flutters her eyelashes, which I’ll be honest has me snorting with disgust.
“I’ve about had it with you women. We’ve treated you well by making sure you have everything you need, including regular health checks and insurance. You get food and don’t have to pay for your rooms. We give you decent pay at the end of each month, and what are you doing but causing SHIT BETWEEN MY BROTHERS AND THEIR WOMEN.”
Oh, yeah, Tracker is pissed. It is rare that he loses his cool and shouts at a woman, but I can see he is at the same level of done as I am. “This is your last warning. One step out of line and you are gone, and I mean one of you steps out of line and you are all gone. I’m done with the drama, I’m done with what you think you should have, and I’m done with the way we have to keep telling you to do your job. One more time and you’ll be done, and not in the way that you would like. Now get out of my sight, leave everyone alone or fuck off out of my clubhouse and never the fuck come back.”
“Well done, Pres,” Cap says through laughter.
“Fuck off, Cap. I’ve had enough of them. I’m not sure anyone even uses them anymore, so why the fuck are they still here?”
“Thanks, Cap, Pres. I appreciate you stepping in,” I don’t get to say more before Tracker snorts.
