Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 (3 page)

“Who the hell did you think I’d put in there? The prospect?”
Tank chuckles before he looks over at the new prospect, Bo.
He’s a hell of a fighter, but when it comes to fixing things, he’s
dumb as hell.

“Shit. You want to ride your bike, or look at the pieces of that
shit?” Tank grabs a beer off the counter before taking a long pull
from it. He has me smiling now as I think about that.

“You know you’re in the fuckin’ garage. Hell, I might put that
little shit in there too.” Tank nearly chokes on his beer before he
looks back at me.
“Like
fuck
you will! I’ll take Torch and Piper’s old ass before I
take Bo. That boy is dumber than anything I’ve ever seen.” Jada
giggles next to me before she speaks.

“I’m working the liquor store for a few hours a day. I thought
Cher might want to work with me.” Tank shakes his head before
taking another drink. What the hell is he saying no for?

“I don’t want her workin’. I want her with Griff. No reason for
her to work while I’m around.” Jada stiffens in my grip as I
glance down at her.

“What the
hell
is wrong now?” I ask her. Jada lets out a huff
before she pokes Tank in the chest.

“You, are way to
caveman.
If she wants to come hang out with
me she can Tank. You’re not the boss.” Jada slips out of my
reach before walking past Tank. My eyes dart to his and hold
there. Amusement dances across his face.

“Look what you did.” Nodding toward Jada, I don’t smile.

“I didn’t do shit. My woman ain’t workin’ Creed. My son needs
his momma.” I watch him take another drink before he looks at
me.

“Shit, brother. I’ve tried talkin’ Jada into stayin’ home too. That
shit didn’t work out well.” Tank chuckles before he slaps his
hand on my shoulder.
“Take charge brother.
Be a man
. Tell her she ain’t workin’. Hell, I
just told Cher she wasn’t workin’ and she was givin’ me another
baby.” Shaking my head, I lose it. I wonder how well that went
over.

Cher has a mind of her own, always has. I never understood
how these two stay together. They are some of the most hard
headed people that I know.

“You didn’t win that shit Tank. I know that girl.” Walking toward
the door, he follows.

 

“What the fuck you mean; I didn’t win?” I can hear the
annoyance in his voice, but I know how she is.

“What the fuck I mean is, you didn’t win. She ain’t one to roll
over for no man. Hell, brother. That girl has had a mind of her
own for as long as I can remember. Ain’t shit changin’ that.”
Reaching for my helmet, Tank laughs.

“You don’t know the skills I got. I told her what she’s doin’ and
she agreed.” Shaking my head, I pull my helmet on.

“You remember that’s the same girl that gave you shit not so
long ago about gettin’ on a motorcycle yeah? The same girl that
didn’t like the idea of sleepin’ in the woods.” Adjusting the strap
on my helmet, he glares at me.

“She’s also the same girl that I fucked senseless the day we got
back to this clubhouse. The same girl that I fucked until she
carried my son in her. Yeah, I got that girl.” Tank slides his
helmet on before climbing on his bike. He’s going to have his
hands full with Cher.

Chapter 6

Tank

The smell of stale grease hits my nose as soon as I walk into the
old abandoned shop. This place was left the way it is, a long
time ago. The old man that owned it passed away, and no one
else has messed with it since.

In fact, the bank nearly laughed when we went in there and said
we wanted it. They said no one has put an offer on it in over ten
years. I must say, that I’m damn glad we did.

I walk around the garage and look at the rusted out tools, and
old motors that still litter the room. This is like a second home
to me. I love being in the garage. Knowing that I’m fixing
something and being useful for a fucking change, just hits me in
all the right spots.
“Jesus Christ, brother. This place is a shit hole.” Torch walks over
kicking some old pieces causing them to clink across the garage
floor.

“This ain’t a shit hole. This is beauty. Raw, untouched beauty.”
Torch chuckles before pulling out a cigarette, and passing one to
me. We both stand there glancing around as we light them up.

“You know, it wouldn’t take much to put some shelves and shit
up there. Get some new tools in here and we’re good. This is
like fuckin’ heaven brother.” Turning to look at Torch, he blows
out a puff of smoke.

“Heaven or hell? Either way, it’s all the same to me.” Shrugging,
he walks toward the little office as I follow. Torch sits at the
desk flipping through some dusty papers.

“Look at this shit.” The way he jolts into the upright position has
my attention.

“What’s that?” Reaching over, I grab the picture out of his hand.
My heart nearly falls out of my chest as my eyes come to rest on
our old president.

“I’ll be goddamned. He did business with old man Winter.”
What a hell of a way to come into this place. I had no idea that
Sharp ever dealt with old man Winter. As far as I knew, he
always used the club shop. Guess that was all a load of
shit
like
everything else that came from him.
“Seems he had quite the side business.” Dropping the photo
onto the table, I take the paper that he holds out to me.
Scanning it quickly, I shake my head. This is some crazy shit.

“See what else you get. I want Creed to see this shit.” Dropping
the paper back onto the table, Torch nods and fumbles through
more.

I take that moment to walk around the small office, just looking
at things.

Nothing else jumps out at me as I try to plan this shit out in my
mind. I have a visual of what I want this shop to look like. I want
this to work out for the club.

Stepping back out into the main garage, I take a puff of my
cigarette and look around the empty space.

Creed brought the idea of opening up a garage to my attention.
At first, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but the more we dug
into it, the better it sounded.

We own it flat out. We paid for it, and now it’s ours. The way
things looked and mapped out we will be the only shop within a
twenty-mile radius, and the only one within an hour that
specializes in Harley’s. That’s a big fucking plus on our end. We
can pull in some of the other chapters, and the other clubs that
we don’t have issues with too.

“You like the layout brother?” Torch comes to stand next to me
as I look around again.
“Yeah. We can make this work. I’ve worked with less. What do
you
think?” Glancing over at him I see the smile on his face. He
is all in on this shit too.

“Fuck yeah. This place has potential. Bein’ the only shop around,
we are bound to get some good business. Plus, the location is
hot
.” Nodding, I have to agree. This is a prime location.

“What are you thinkin’ about Angel’s?” Walking back out into
the parking lot, I look over at Torch as he shakes his head.

“Who the fuck don’t like liquor? I’m just worried about rivals
Tank. That shit ain’t exactly in a friendly area. I don’t like the
idea of any of the girls workin’ there either.” At least we agree
on one thing. I also don’t like the thought of them working
there.

“I heard that. I told Cher
hell no
. Jada still wants to though. I
think we need to have a nice talk with Creed about that shit.”
Torch nods as we make our way back to the bikes.

“I think we can make this shit work brother. Me and you got the
skills, anyway. I don’t know about the other end of shit but on
the shop front, we’re good.” Nodding my agreement, I climb on
my bike.

This is going to be our new beginning.
Chapter 7

 

Creed

Standing in the liquor store, I look around at what we have to
work with. This is a good move for the club. It’s a legit business,
that will bring in legit money. Our future needs to be secured
for the sake of this club, and the kids in it. Not all blood money
is bad money, but the legit money, is a shit ton better.

“What are you thinkin’ brother?” Looking over at Piper, he
smiles. He’s in his element here.

“I think this shit is goin’ to be good for the club. I like it Creed.
You did great on this.” Nodding at the old timer, that means a
lot to me. Hearing it from him, is special. Piper is one of the last
of the older guys aside from Bobby, and he’s out of commission.
“We did great. Piper, what would you think of runnin’ shit
here?” His eyes light up as he looks over at me. I’ve never seen
the look he has right now.

“I’d love it. It’d give me great pride Creed.” Pulling me into a
hug, I slap my hand on his shoulder. Piper has been a life saver
in many situations. To not let him have a place in this would be
immoral and wrong. He was a founder here. He built this club
from scratch.

I wander around the store before I realize just how lucky we are
to have this place. It’s in fairly good shape for not being open in
a long time. We shouldn’t have too much work to put into it
before it opens.

Pulling my phone out, I call Jada.

 

“Hey baby.” That voice of hers melts me inside.

“Hey darlin’. The store’s lookin’ nice. Shouldn’t take much to get
it up and runnin’. I don’t know if I like the layout enough for you
to be here though.” I hear her sigh into the other end of the
phone. I know I’m in for it when she speaks though. I know her.

“I don’t give a shit if you don’t like the layout, Creed. Put a
goddamn lock and alarm in. I told you this is
my
choice. I can’t
sit around and play housewife.” What the hell does that mean?
Is she regretting her role in the club? Her role with me?
“Housewife huh? What the hell does that mean, Jada?” Feeling
myself getting a little more pissed by the second, I need to
diffuse this.
“I walk around that clubhouse cleaning up after grown men,
Creed. This isn’t my life forever.” Holy shit! I’m in no mood for
an argument tonight but she is really grating on my last nerve.

“You fuckin’ walk around there as my old lady, Jada! You knew
that shit when you got back with me. I don’t know what the hell
is goin’ on in that head of yours, but you better get it
straightened out before I get back!” Shoving the phone back in
my pocket I shake my head.

Walking back into the back room I take in the area. If she’s going
to be here, I want to make sure I can at least put some kind of
security in place.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Blowing out a breath I run my hand through my
hair.

 

With both of the new businesses and now Jada, I will lose my
damn mind.

 

“Lady troubles?” I spin around to see Piper grinning at me. He
knows he loves this shit.

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with her brother. She has
an attitude from hell. She doesn’t listen to any of the shit I have
to say to her. She said she is tired of bein’ a housewife.” Pulling
out a cigarette, I light one up. Life was just starting to get back
to normal, and now this.

“She’s young Creed. She gets restless. I know she has her family
now, but she needs some kind of freedom. I’ll keep my eye on
her when she’s here.” I’m glad that Piper will be around when
Jada’s here, I just don’t like the attitude I’m getting from her.

“You know I appreciate that. We need to get some new locks on
back here. I don’t want any way in this shit, other than the front
door.” Piper walks around taking in the back room before he
looks back over at me.

“I know I tell you this a lot Creed. I’m proud of you. You took this
club back to its roots. We weren’t always this fucked up you
know. We once ran legit. We once had heart. This club was the
way it should be until Sharp. Shit changed. Bonds were broken.
We lost our way for a long time. I’m just glad that you see the
potential that these boys have. You can put it back together,
repair the bonds. Shit comes at us from all angles that will never
stop either, but the way you handle it, that’s something you can
change.” I watch the old man in front of me as I let that sink in.
I’ve always known that this club needed to go in a different
direction than it was. I was never in the position to change
anything though.