Chapter 168: Arrival
*I told yeh, company’s coming. – Nessie*
During the first week of October, the presidents and Karan went and looked at several locations. A large warehouse. A former office building. Two large houses. Empty lots. An old school. And a church that moved to a newer building.
There were all kinds of rumors going around all three clubhouses. One was closing. A new one was opening. The Shack was moving to a smaller location.
When they met for church that week, the brothers were all told about a special meeting at the Shack on Saturday afternoon. Before any of the bars and clubs opened. On a day when no construction was done. After the shops closed.
And wives, girlfriends and kids were to come also.
Several of the moms objected when they were told that some of the Shack girls would be watching the kids. The three presidents stepped in and smoothed things over.
After breakfast, the kitchen moved straight into making lunch. They did this on occasion, but not very often. Typically, there was no lunch served on the weekends.
It was cool weather so they made stew, cornbread muffins, a baked potato bar, chicken nuggets and, in Nessie’s words, a feck ton of macaroni and cheese.
They had previously made three types of cakes, peach cobbler, cookies and more cookies. Nessie finally had to threaten to cook his highland oysters to keep Cookie away from his namesakes. Having his manhood threatened kept him away from her kitchen.
The front rooms were packed with brothers, women and kids. Nessie and some of her girls were finishing up setting up the late lunch when the broom by the back door fell. The whole kitchen came to a standstill.
“Finish up, please.” Nessie said picking up the broom. She then ran down the hall, through the mass of people and into her cousin’s surprised arms at the door.
Mitzi, an old lady from the mother house, made her way over to where Knuckles stood talking to his brother, Scrapper, and Riffraff.
“Knuckles, honey, you should come home.” She said wrapping herself around his arm.
He looked at his brother who shrugged as if to say I told you so. Pasting a smile on, Knuckles looked down at the older woman. She was still beautiful even as she pushed fifty. But she paid for that beauty.
Her skin was pulled taught by her latest face-lift. Her breasts were high and full, just the way she told the doctor she wanted. She spent hours every day at the gym, toning her body to perfection. Hair was colored, extended and styled in the latest fashion and her makeup was heavy as was her jewelry. The heels were high, jeans tight and shirt low-cut.
Mitzi was the stereotypical biker old lady. And a bitch.
“I rather like it here.” Knuckles said lightly. He knew better than to say too much around her.
“The whole club knows you’re not getting any pussy. We have girls that would gladly give you what you want.” As she said this, Riff gave a chin lift towards the door.
“I doubt that.” Knuckles replied as he turned to see Nessie hugging her cousin. Grinning, he loudly called out, “Hey, James! You want to get your hands off my woman?”
He watched as the cousins had a quick conversation. “If it was anyone else, I might say yes.” James yelled back with a grin as he tightened his grip on her. “But since it’s you, hell no!”
“You should have a woman better than that.” Mitzi continued.
“One like your daughter?” Taz asked as she and Riffraff wrapped an arm around each other.
“Now that you mentioned it-"
“I’m only mentioning it because your daughters just broke into their rooms.” Taz cut her off. “Karan and Siobhan are assessing the damage. And no one knows where the devils went.”
“The little Lowerys will flush them out.” Riffraff assured his wife as Knuckles glowered at the mother.
There was a ruckus near the stairs as twenty or so children converged on one spot.
“Come on, kids.” Knuckles called and soon he had three cats climbing his legs and a swarm of children surrounded him.
“Is that really how yeh planned on stealing him from me?” Nessie asked loudly walking towards the two giggling young women on the stairs. They both just smirked as if they got away with something.
“What? Tear pages out of me books? Shred me flags? Cut up me bedding?” With everything that she listed, the sisters paled and their faces fell.
