Chapter 142: Kitchen
*I need something to do. I can’t just sit on me arse. – Nessie*
Nessie had been at the clubhouse for just over a week. The guys were great; bending over backwards to help the president’s niece in anyway they could. The old ladies were also great, accepting her into their group and activities.
Even the club girls were kind to her. Although, Siobhan did have to explain their role. Nessie just shrugged and said that they seemed to enjoy the arrangement.
In the first few days, her aunt took her shopping for more clothes and items for in her room. Siobhan wanted her to have a room close to theirs. Toad refused and put her on the other end of the second floor by several of the brothers that worked security and as bouncers.
Siobhan argued about it, but Toad refused to budge. He simply said that she would be safe there. When she asked if he would put their own daughter there, he didn’t hesitate when he said yes.
“I trust my men with my life. If we had a daughter, I would trust them with her life.”
Siobhan usually stayed out of sight at the clubhouse. She understood that this was her husband’s world. But his world made hers possible.
Her world was at the Open Arms Food Bank, which was started by Molly and Becks in memory of their late partner and Priscilla’s mother. It was sponsored by the club through a local church. Every few months they would have an event or a run to raise money for the food bank. Most of the brothers donated to it also.
The food bank was why Siobhan was in her husband’s office. Taking Nessie to the bank would give her something to do. And get her out of the clubhouse.
“She can’t. Just leave it at that.”
They had been having the same argument for the past thirty minutes. He was no closer to relenting than he had been half an hour ago.
Siobhan began cursing him in Gaelic. Toad leaned back in his chair and linked his hands behind his head. She was still railing at him when someone knocked on the door and he called for them to enter.
Nessie slowly opened the door and popped her head in. “I have the list.”
“Come in, girl.” He said sitting forward and holding out a hand for the notepad. She handed it over and smiled at her aunt who was still fuming.
“Do you know who Knuckles is?” he asked looking at the pages with her writing on them.
“Aye. His room is next to mine.”
Toad nodded. “Tell him to grab another brother or prospect and you three go to town. Get what you need to set up your office. Talk to Sticks,” He handed her a business card that he grabbed out of his desk, “and he’ll make you a desk. This is going to have to go before the club.” He motioned to the list. “But I don’t see it being a problem.”
Nessie beamed at him. “Did he tell yeh aboot it?” she asked her aunt with a big smile. “I’m opening up the kitchen.”
She couldn’t help but smile at her niece’s excited squeal. The younger woman bounced on her feet and clapped her hands before leaving the office. Her actions reminded the older woman of her sister when they were girls. Siobhan looked back at her husband who was also smiling.
“It was her idea. She needs something to do and it’s not safe for her to be out on her own.”
“Her ex is really bad?”
“He’s still looking for her.” Toad confirmed. “I don’t want to risk her life.”
“I should’ve known you had a reason.” Siobhan admitted. “You usually do.”
“Why don’t you come sit in my lap and tell me that?” he asked with a grin.
“The door…”
“Lock it on your way over.”
