something’s too good to be true. Well, that’s the feeling I get from this fella.”
“Stall him, if you can. Sundance will be here this week. Get him to do a background check. Then we’ll take it from there.”
Bugsy is a broad biker, the crown of his head coming to my eye level. He has also been a part of Comfort Springs and Devil’s Comfort, well before I moved to town. He partied hard. At last count, I think he had three ex-wives and number four was in the process of divorcing him. For all the mannerisms of a sloth, he showed to the world, nothing escaped this man. If he smelt a rotten fish. Then you were a rotten fish. He was also a damn good mechanic.
“If there’s any problems, while I’m away, give me a ring. Inferno will also be popping over while I’m gone. So if you can’t get a hold of me. Talk to him.”
My meeting with Bugsy is just wrapping up, when the other bikers began making their way into the chapel. The last one to trail in, is Tabby, who smirks in my direction and as a thank you, I flip him the finger.
“Rayven okay with you going away again?”
“She couldn’t get me out of the house quick enough. Fuck, Fudge, her and Silver will have been in charge of Tie me Down, for nearly two weeks by the time we go back. Fuck knows what we’ll come home to. The female dancers, will have been replaced by male strippers at this rate.”
“Hey, do they do private auditions?”
Flynn had made his way over to the vacant chair beside me. His grin, almost splitting his face in half.
“Stay away from Rayven.”
The rumble in Tabby’s throat has me smiling. I was not the only one leaving someone behind.
“Hey Flynn, They’re always looking for new totty, at Tie Me Down”
“Maybe Cassie will help with my outfit? What do you say Linc?”
“That you’re living on borrowed time. Stay away from Cassie.”
“Okay boys settle down. We’ve a debriefing to get through and plans to sort out for next week.”
Chapter 7
Nick had rung late last night, to let me know he was on his way back to Comfort Springs, and would meet me at Devil’s Comfort’s clubhouse this afternoon, for the monthly barbeque. I had missed the biker. The only thing to break the monotony of my week, were the phone calls from Nick.
During the week I’d had another argument with Eliza, over Nick and his life style. This has directly resulted in Eliza, just ringing to speak to the kids. The loud clatter of something breaking in the kitchen, has me jumping out of the bed and grabbing my housecoat as I ran down the stairs. The mess, which greeted me in the kitchen, causes me to groan.
On the floor lay a broken bowl of cornflakes, and milk was splattered up the kitchen cupboards and seeping across the floor.
“Amelia what happened?”
At five, Amelia was already trying to assert her independence and this was the second bowl she had broken this week.
“It was Annie, she wouldn’t wait until I got her bowl ready.”
“Stay where you are until I have this cleaned up.”
Annie has become a problem. At first when Amelia had introduced us to her invisible friend I had been over indulgent. Maybe just a tad too much. Now, whenever anything went wrong, it was always Annie, who Amelia blamed.
“Mama, are you mad.”
“No baby, I’m not. Come on, let’s go wash your face and go visit gran-ma.”
As soon as Toby and Amelia were fed and dressed, I took off for Eliza’s. She may not be speaking to me, but I was not going to let this little tiff, come between us.
“What are your plans for today, Ellie?”
Eliza has aged well, and it was a shame she never remarried or dated again after losing her husband, James. Her blond hair, perfectly coiffured, the gray slacks complementing her slim figure. Whilst, the gray striped shirt fitted perfectly. This woman was no mother goose, grandmother, yet she would often get down on the floor and play games with Toby and Amelia.
“We’re
“Stall him, if you can. Sundance will be here this week. Get him to do a background check. Then we’ll take it from there.”
Bugsy is a broad biker, the crown of his head coming to my eye level. He has also been a part of Comfort Springs and Devil’s Comfort, well before I moved to town. He partied hard. At last count, I think he had three ex-wives and number four was in the process of divorcing him. For all the mannerisms of a sloth, he showed to the world, nothing escaped this man. If he smelt a rotten fish. Then you were a rotten fish. He was also a damn good mechanic.
“If there’s any problems, while I’m away, give me a ring. Inferno will also be popping over while I’m gone. So if you can’t get a hold of me. Talk to him.”
My meeting with Bugsy is just wrapping up, when the other bikers began making their way into the chapel. The last one to trail in, is Tabby, who smirks in my direction and as a thank you, I flip him the finger.
“Rayven okay with you going away again?”
“She couldn’t get me out of the house quick enough. Fuck, Fudge, her and Silver will have been in charge of Tie me Down, for nearly two weeks by the time we go back. Fuck knows what we’ll come home to. The female dancers, will have been replaced by male strippers at this rate.”
“Hey, do they do private auditions?”
Flynn had made his way over to the vacant chair beside me. His grin, almost splitting his face in half.
“Stay away from Rayven.”
The rumble in Tabby’s throat has me smiling. I was not the only one leaving someone behind.
“Hey Flynn, They’re always looking for new totty, at Tie Me Down”
“Maybe Cassie will help with my outfit? What do you say Linc?”
“That you’re living on borrowed time. Stay away from Cassie.”
“Okay boys settle down. We’ve a debriefing to get through and plans to sort out for next week.”
Chapter 7
Nick had rung late last night, to let me know he was on his way back to Comfort Springs, and would meet me at Devil’s Comfort’s clubhouse this afternoon, for the monthly barbeque. I had missed the biker. The only thing to break the monotony of my week, were the phone calls from Nick.
During the week I’d had another argument with Eliza, over Nick and his life style. This has directly resulted in Eliza, just ringing to speak to the kids. The loud clatter of something breaking in the kitchen, has me jumping out of the bed and grabbing my housecoat as I ran down the stairs. The mess, which greeted me in the kitchen, causes me to groan.
On the floor lay a broken bowl of cornflakes, and milk was splattered up the kitchen cupboards and seeping across the floor.
“Amelia what happened?”
At five, Amelia was already trying to assert her independence and this was the second bowl she had broken this week.
“It was Annie, she wouldn’t wait until I got her bowl ready.”
“Stay where you are until I have this cleaned up.”
Annie has become a problem. At first when Amelia had introduced us to her invisible friend I had been over indulgent. Maybe just a tad too much. Now, whenever anything went wrong, it was always Annie, who Amelia blamed.
“Mama, are you mad.”
“No baby, I’m not. Come on, let’s go wash your face and go visit gran-ma.”
As soon as Toby and Amelia were fed and dressed, I took off for Eliza’s. She may not be speaking to me, but I was not going to let this little tiff, come between us.
“What are your plans for today, Ellie?”
Eliza has aged well, and it was a shame she never remarried or dated again after losing her husband, James. Her blond hair, perfectly coiffured, the gray slacks complementing her slim figure. Whilst, the gray striped shirt fitted perfectly. This woman was no mother goose, grandmother, yet she would often get down on the floor and play games with Toby and Amelia.
“We’re
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