Triple kings mc book 3.., p.7
TRIPLE KINGS MC - Book 3 - Falcon, page 7
“I didn’t want to have to take him down today, but I needed those clothes washed. If I’m going to wait for the laundry in the washing machine, it’s an ideal time for me to take him outside and give him fresh air, but I’ve been thinking if I could put a clothesline up in the compound near the utility room then I could hang them while the weather is good.”
“I’ll see what I can do about a clothesline, but we’ve never had one before. You’ll have the dryer in the apartment when he gets back, so that will help.” Fracture places Gyr back into the crib, and I can’t help but smile as he kicks and coos while watching the animals spinning along with the gentle lullaby playing.
After Fracture leaves I fetch my laptop and open the email from the agency, and to say steam rises is an understatement. They want to take forty percent now of my earnings. That is a hundred percent increase. I know who’s behind this and I give an evil grin as she’s going to get some shit now.
I forward the email to Senator Otterburn’s wife, Clarice, as we’ve kept in contact. She sends me pictures of their daughter Alicia and I send birthday gifts and cards for her. Clarice is a lovely woman and she’s a good mother, but at times with her duties, she finds she has to have someone watch Alicia even though she’d rather do it herself. I know she’s going to be angry with what she reads, and I also know she’s going to kick off big time. Grinning, I hit send and then sit back for the shit show to start. Where is the popcorn!
“What are you grinning at?”
“AHHHHHHHHH!” I screech because that has taken me by surprise, and has me thinking I’m getting complacent. I need to toughen up my radar once more, or get caught unaware by one of the Warriors. “Christ, you frightened the shit out of me.”
Falcon is leaning against the door frame, grinning. “You were miles away. What were you doing as you had such an evil grin on your face?”
“Well, you better take a look at this, as it will affect my employment. I’m not going to be working for the agency anymore.” I spin the laptop around so he can see the email, and I can tell he’s not happy with what he’s seeing as the muscle in his jaw is ticking.
“Fuckin’ assholes. I’ll arrange with Cash to pay you directly. We’ll cut out the agency and pay you straight into your bank account. You don’t need to worry about your job. We’ll carry on as though the agency contract is still in place, but we just pay you and not them.” Falcon winks. “I’ll speak to the fuckin’ agency, too. Let them know what I think.”
I fill Falcon in on the fact I’ve forwarded the email to Clarice Otterburn, and that she'll be giving them hell too and I can see that amuses him.
After checking Gyr, Falcon leaves the apartment and I grab my phone, sending a text to Carolina who was the club whore who escaped along with me.
Karma: Is everything alright, Carolina?
I don’t have to wait long before I get a reply.
Carolina: I’m okay. I’ve moved to Hawaii and got myself a nice man.
Karma: That’s great to hear. The Warriors are still looking for me, but nothing has been said about you, so I think they’ve given up on you, thankfully.
Carolina: My man is in an MC and I’ve told him what’s happening. I didn’t tell him anything about you, and I won’t. They are family to me now and will keep me safe, so don’t worry about me anymore.
Karma: Thank God. I’m so happy for you. Stay safe, have babies, and have a good life.
Carolina: Thanks, I will. But if you need me for anything, I am here for you. Without your help, I wouldn’t be alive today.
Karma: I just wish it’d never happened.
Carolina: Yeah, me too.
Walking over to the window, I watch the compound and someone rigging up a clothesline. I grin as Fracture has wasted no time organizing that for me. This is a good MC I’m sure, and I hope I can stay awhile.
CHAPTER EIGHT
*FALCON*
Walking out of my office, I have a grin on my face as I just had confirmation the Golden Goose is ours. The sale went through and the money was transferred without a hitch, and I’m feeling damn good about it.
Coming out of my office, I turn left, pass the room we’ve made for Gyr when he’s downstairs and look into Chains’ office. Grunting as he’s not there I continue down the corridor, look in Cash’s office and he looks up. “What’s up, Prez?”
“I’m lookin’ for Chains, Rebel, or Flack.”
“They are in the shared office, I think. I saw Chains walk past a short while ago.” That said, Cash puts his head down and continues working.
Hearing talking coming from the last office on my left, I walk down and look inside. Leaning on the door, I watch Chains, Rebel, Flack, and Keno, who are deep in discussion about where Gabriella could be.
I have to admit I’m pleased that they are taking this seriously, and that they care that this woman, Gyr’s mother, should be found. They don’t give a shit at this point if Gyr is mine. They morally don’t agree with the fact Demetri would sell her.
Flack notices me first. “Hi, Prez.”
Chains and Rebel turn, giving me a questioning look. “The Golden Goose is ours, and I need one of you to come with me while I speak to the staff.” Turning to leave the office because I don’t care which one comes with me, I turn back to look at them. “It’s a good thing you were just doing in here. It doesn’t matter if we know this woman or not, it matters that her fuck of a brother is selling her to some perverted asshole.”
My comment is met with grunts of agreement, and all three follow me out of the office, which has me smirking because it looks like I’m gonna have three escorts to the Golden Goose, not just one.
Arriving at the Golden Goose, we park behind the restaurant before placing helmets on our bikes and striding through the back door. Making our way to the office, giving slight nods to the staff as we pass, I open the door without knocking. The look the asshole gives me has me smirking because he’s not gonna be here in a few minutes. Obviously Gregory didn’t follow through before the contracts were signed so we get the pleasure of ending his employment here.
“Well, Boris,” I say as I make my way to the desk. “It’s time for you to leave.”
Spluttering, the asshole gives me a shocked look. Then he searches the faces of my brothers. Now, they are giving him nothing, as they agree with me. This fucker is a leech and has not been doing everything that is required of his position. Yeah, we know because Chips has done some checking on this fucker.
Rebel, who doesn’t have that much patience steps forward, takes hold of Boris’ collar and hauls him out of the chair. “Come on, cocksucker, let’s see you off the premises.”
Squealing with anger, Boris tries his best to get away from Rebel, but Rebel’s not our enforcer for no reason. He’s 6’ 3”, has solid muscle, and has a fuckin’ temper on him, which doesn’t take that much rousing at times.
“Let go of me. Take your hands off me.” Oh my, he sounds like a pussy and his struggling is getting him nowhere.
“Listen up, asshole.” Chains is nose to nose with Boris, who is still in Rebel’s clutches. “You’ve been taking funds as well as your salary. We have proof, so don’t think to argue about it. You have two choices. One, you walk away quietly never to be seen or heard from again, or two, you pay us back every cent with interest and that interest comes out of your hide. Decide NOW!”
Boris looks like he’s gonna cry, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. Flack looks at me with a half-smirk, and we all know what this fucker is gonna decide.
“I’ll leave.” The fucker whimpers and I can’t stop the shake of my head when I look at this asshole. Luckily, it wasn’t our business at the time he stole from it, or he would be gone permanently.
Rebel drags the fucker out with Chains behind them, making sure he gets the message as he tells him what would have been done with him if it had been us employing him.
Looking around the office, I smile. “Well, Flack, we need a manager.”
Chuckling, Flack takes a seat in front of the desk. “I think the woman you mentioned when we spoke about this place privately, Prez. The one that’s been left in charge at times, Conner, is a pushy fucker and I don’t like that. Octavia, or Tay, as everyone calls her, checked out okay by Chips. She has nothing in her background for us to question.”
“Is she here today?” I ask as I’m looking at the paperwork Boris was supposedly working on. It’s a blank piece of paper with a fuckin’ crossword puzzle underneath. I wish he’d been working for us as I’d have loved to have had a ‘talk’ with him.
Flack is looking at a board pinned on the wall. It has the rota everyone is working, Including the chefs, kitchen, and service staff. “Yeah, she should be in the kitchen now, Prez.”
“Okay, bring her in here.”
Flack exits the office, and I take out my phone, making a call to Sandy before Tay is brought in. When Sandy sleepily says “Yeah, what’s up Falcon?” I know she must have been working last night and I’ve woken her.
“Sorry for waking you, but would I have a reason not to put Tay at the Golden Goose as a manager?” as always, I get straight to the point.
“No, she’s a good person, an honest one, and works hard. She’d do her best for you and the restaurant. You’d just have to make sure the other chefs gave her respect because they may not like her getting the position.”
“Thanks, get back to sleep.” I don’t wait for her to respond and cut the call just as the office door opens and Flack walks in with Tay in front of him.
The woman who walks in is 5’ 5”, slim and perfectly proportioned. Her hair is mid shoulder-blade length and jet black. Her eyes are so dark brown that they too could be mistaken for black. She looks like she has classic Spanish looks from early western movies. I can see the brothers eating here a lot once they’ve seen her.
“Please take a seat.” Giving a reassuring smile. “You may not know, but the Triple Kings MC—Idaho Chapter has purchased the restaurant. We are your new boss, but we don't want to intrude too much on the workings of this place. After consideration, we’ve dismissed Boris from his manager position.” I can’t help the feral smirk that crosses my face at this point, as I know Rebel won’t let Boris walk away without a few bruises. “Now, of course, that leaves us in a dilemma. We need a new manager. One we can trust to leave in charge and know we’ll have nothing to worry about. But it would only take a call to get us here if needed.”
Tay’s eyes have rounded and I’m sure she’s in a little shock at the news the place is sold and she has new bosses. But she’s keeping it together, staying calm, although I can see her hands shake a little as she’s laid them in her lap.
Rebel and Chains walk into the office and stand on one side. Crossing their arms over their chests and spreading their feet apart. They look fuckin’ intimidating, I’ve got to admit, but I know they’d never hurt a woman unless it was a last resort.
Tay, however, is looking at Chains, then Rebel, before turning back to me. She clears her throat and speaks for the first time. She has a nice voice. It’s deeper than I expected and it could be comforting if you listened to it long enough. “Congratulations on your purchase of the Golden Goose. It’s a great restaurant and I know you’ll not regret your choice of purchasing it.”
Fuck me, this woman is sweet as apple pie, and I look at my brothers who are all a little shocked at her welcoming us as she is because let’s face it, most people wouldn’t want anything to do with a bunch of bikers.
“Thank you, Tay. Now, down to business. I’ve had you brought in here to ask if you’d step up to manage the place?”
“Me? You want me to manage this place?” Now we can all see the shock on her face. She’s pinked on her cheeks, which if she was my type, I’d go for at this point.
“Yes, you. We’ve looked at everyone that works here and you are the one we want to step up and manage. We know you are a chef and would want to continue working in the kitchen, but File, our secretary, doesn’t think that the office work would take you away from the kitchen if you did one day a week in here. But if you need extra help in the office, we can get someone to come in and help you out.” I’m doing my best not to laugh because the more I say, the more of an incredulous look I’m getting from her.
We all wait for her decision, and it’s easy to see from the expressions crossing her face she’s gone from surprise to worry, to acceptance. “Yes, I’ll do it. But if I have a problem, who do I contact?”
“I’ll give you contact numbers. Cash is our treasurer, so if it’s something financial, you speak to him. File is our secretary, so you speak to him about anything else. If you have a technical problem, you speak to Chips. But I’ll make sure you have mine, Chains, Flack, and Rebel’s numbers as they are all officers of the club.” I pointed out each of them so she knew who each was and hopefully, she’ll be able to remember our names. “I’m the President of the club, and my name is Falcon.”
Chains takes a step forward, gaining our attention. “I’ll make sure you are given all the information needed. You’ll be given a pay rise because of the extra responsibility. That is a given. But we need to know the place will run smoothly with no issues.”
I’m happy that Chains has spoken out, as it looks like I was the type of man to not allow anyone a voice. Nothing could be farther from the truth and Chains knows me well enough to know I would want that to be obvious to Tay.
“Okay, let’s go into the kitchen.” Flack rubs his hands together and I know he’s dying to see Conner being dropped from his position of ordering everyone else around.
Stepping into the kitchen, everyone stops working, which is preparing food at this point in the day. I note Conner and Phil are looking at Tay to fill them in on what’s going on. Conner has a look of disdain on his face, but Phil has only a questioning look on his. Yeah, we may have to get rid of the asshole because I can see one of the brothers taking this fucker into a freezer and him never coming out.
“Listen up and listen well.” Speaking in a no-nonsense tone. “Tay here is the new manager of the Golden Goose, and we are your new bosses. I’m Falcon, President of the Triple Kings MC—Idaho Chapter. This is Flack, Rebel, and Chains. If they tell you to jump, you ask how high. If Tay asks you to jump, you do the same, and anyone that we hear disrespects her, causes her trouble, or pisses her off, we’ll be speaking to you personally and you don’t want us to do that.”
They all nod in agreement, except, of course, the asshole. I give Rebel a look and he’s taken note. My nod permits him to tutor the fucker on how it’s gonna be, and if he doesn’t conform, he’s gone.
The next ninety minutes we spend going over the property. I want to see everything, that includes the freezers, fridges, and cabinets, even behind the bar area. I make sure I speak to every staff member I meet along the way.
The more time we spend in the restaurant, the easier the staff becomes, and now and again we are getting smiles and a joke or two thrown around. Rebel isn’t the easiest to joke around with as he has no sense of humor at all most of the time, but he’s got his eye on Tay, I’m sure, because wherever we move his eyes flick back to her. I’m keeping out of it, but he knows he best not cost me a chef or manager.
I’m happy that everything seems to be well organized and Tay is good with the office. Once she’s known now as the manager with every right to ditch anyone that causes her an issue, we make our way back to the clubhouse, less Rebel, who thought it best to keep his eye on the cocksucker. Well, that was his excuse, but Chains, Flack, and I think we know better.
Back at the clubhouse, I head to my office, but stop when I hear a lullaby being sung. Walking quietly to the door of Gyr’s room I lean on the door frame and watch Karma rocking Gyr gently in her arms in front of the window, looking down at him with such a loving look on her face that I can’t help but be thankful we found her. She sings quietly, and now and again she kisses Gyr’s forehead or cheek.
I leave her to it as I don’t want to disturb the moment for her or Gyr, but Karma is going to fit in here, I’m sure. That agency is going to get a shock on Monday morning and I can’t wait for that bitch Janice to get what’s coming.
Walking back to my office, I take a seat and pick up the envelope sitting on my desk. I know this is the DNA results for Gyr and my stomach is in knots as I realize I very much want him to be my blood.
Let’s rip it off like a band-aid I think to myself, and open the envelope before I can change my mind. My eyes run over the paper. The probability of paternity, in this case, is 99.99%. I read it three times before the smile flicks the corner of my mouth.
I take a picture on my phone and send it to Hawk and Eagle. My blood brothers need to know they have a nephew that is of blood and although not planned, I’m delighted with this outcome. Now I’ve just got to find his mother.
Fracture walks into the office, sees the open envelope, and looks at me enquiringly. I give him a nod, then pass him the results. Flicking over, I see when he reads Gyr is my son and the smile that crosses his face. “Congratulations, Falcon,” he says with sincerity, as you can see and hear it. But when he steps over to me, leans down, and hugs me, I know he truly is happy for me and my son.
Fuck me, a son. I’d been keeping away from him as much as possible without it making me look like a piece of shit, but if he’d not been blood, I’m not sure I would have had the same strength of emotion I’m feeling now. Thankfully, I’ll never have to know now.
“I’m going to see my son.” Giving Fracture a huge grin as I step out of my office and into the room next door, which is Gyr’s downstairs nursery. He’s asleep in his crib with the motorcycle thing swirling gently around with a lullaby playing.
Karma looks up from where she is folding baby laundry, and seeing something on my face, she lifts an eyebrow. But I don’t tell her anything. It’s not her business. As far as she knew Gyr was my son, anyway. I take another look at Gyr sleeping soundly and give Karma a chin lift as I walk past and out of the room.
