Chapter 217: Family Meeting
*Yeh keep yer hands and pecker to yerselves and yeh can keep yeh oysters. – Nessie*
Chance had arrived early at the Shack to make sure everything was ready. It was true that he was a man whore, a complete slut. But he also took pride in his work. And not just the work with the ladies.
He also wanted to make sure that he was on Nessie’s good side. A woman with knives was scary. But a woman who had access to what you ate could be deadly. Especially one that knew about plants and natural remedies.
And some not so natural deaths that looked natural.
The day had cool weather, so the kitchen made stew, cornbread muffins, a baked potato bar, chicken nuggets and, in Nessie’s words, a feck ton of macaroni and cheese.
“Ladies,” Chance walked into the dining hall and savored the aroma. “It smells wonderful in here.”
He handed each woman a carnation as he passed them. Each one was that woman’s favorite color. Even the women that were strictly employees, he had flirted with. Had taken all the bunnies to bed, and some of the employees.
“What do yeh think yer doin’?” Nessie asked with a grin.
“Thanking you and your girls,” He pinned a small cluster of Heather with a thistle on her shirt, “for a job well done.”
“Acht.” She scoffed and blushed slightly. “Who knew that yeh could be so sweet? And still be on yer feet.”
A couple of the girls raised their hands with smiles on their faces.
“Without gettin’ yer pecker wet.”
The hands dropped and Nessie laughed before kissing his cheek.
“This is gonna change yer life. Embrace it.”
He nodded, not certain what she meant. And, he silently admitted to himself, a little afraid of what she meant.
After lunch, the kids were taken to the main communal area where the Shack girls kept them entertained. The older kids took over the media room and streamed movies. Several of the kids from other clubs lost against Molly’s girls at the pool tables.
Some of the older teens helped with the younger kids. Several of the older siblings groaned and grumbled and were eventually chased off by the club girls.
Meanwhile, the three presidents prepared to propose a new business venture that all three clubs would benefit from. Trigg hugged his youngest daughter who lived at the Shack close to him until Toad motioned that he was ready. Camille sat down at her laptop and prepared to do any last-minute research for questions that came up.
“In the last few years, we’ve become a little tamer and a lot more family oriented. I don’t know about the other clubs, but mine is expecting six babies next year.” Toad, the president of the Shack, said. “And holy fuck the cost of daycare!”
As he said that, Karan, one of the Shack’s bunnies, came back in and tried to disappear into the background.
“Nope, Karan, get up here.” Trigg called motioning for her to join them. “How many of you knew that she was doing online classes for childhood development and education?”
Karan blushed as she walked up to the front. “I can’t be a club girl for the rest of my life.”
“That’s true. And we’ve discovered that several of our girls work at various daycares and get paid shit.” Brute, the mother houses president, added. “We have a proposal.”
They went through their business plan for a daycare and preschool. Once they went over everything, they fielded questions and redirected a few towards Nessie, Karan and Chance. Camille sent information to their phones on occasion.
“What about the business side of it? Billing, payroll and all that shit?” Ryder asked.
“Believe it or not, Chance was able to use his upper head long enough to get a business degree.” Trigg said with a grin.
“Did he feck the professors?” Nessie asked a little louder than she meant to.
“Only one.” Chance laughed.
“Sorry.” She told him.
“It’s all good.” He smiled at her. “Just please leave my giblets alone.”
“Giblets? Acht! Yer oysters. Leave me girls alone when they’re working, and I won’t cook yer oysters.”
“Deal.” He answered. “Ryder, I put the numbers together.” They went back and forth for a few minutes before Dom had enough.
“Shut the fuck up.” Dom said exasperated. “Damn. Buck, does it look like a good investment?”
“Yeah, especially if they do drop in and overnight.” Buck said looking over the numbers he had written down.
“Are we doing discounted rates for club members?” Whip asked and the whole room turned to look at the couple.
“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” Dom shuddered at the idea of being pregnant.
Whip chuckled. “Just a possibility in the future, but no, not Dom.”
“Hell no, not Dom.” Dom agreed as he put an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll donate his fucking oysters before I let that happen.”
“Shit, I’d donate my oysters before living with a pregnant Dom.” Whip said. “No offense, my love.”
Jax suddenly started laughing. “I love you, sis, but I’m imagining you killing the doctor who tells you that your pregnant.”
“I can see me doing that.” She told her brother. “Can we vote? I got bitches downstairs to play with.”
Dom was referring to the mother and her three daughters who broke into Nessie and Knuckles rooms. They destroyed the rooms and the cut of a prospect that Nessie had befriended before his death. Everything else she brushed off as replaceable.
The vote was called and passed. They then voted on a location, the church. Plans were made for Cookie, Kilo, and Clay to go and look at the building. Once they were able to look at it, they would get with the presidents, Karan, Chance, and Nessie to plan out what they would do.
It was determined that they would aim for opening in late February or early March. Karan would begin hiring in February and recruiting a director.
Chance would be finishing his MBA classes in December and returning to Ryder’s accounting company, DS Holdings, in January. That had been the plan when he took time off to continue his education.
“Ryder.” Brute motioned for him to join the presidents.
“Chance.” Trigg called him over.
The two men joined the group at about the same time.
“Since he has already done all of this,” Toad said holding up the papers with the financial side of the proposal, “we would like for him to continue to be point on this project.”
“Makes sense to me.” Ryder agreed. “Congratulations, you have your first full client. Don’t fuck it up.”
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