Chapter 316: Car Show
*Really? A bunch of bikers putting on a car show? – Repo*
The idea for a car show came about when Bearcat and his crew started making custom cars. They even did several custom bikes. Plus, the Lowery family had a whole car show in and of themselves. Ink and Tank, along with some others, all had Roscoe Reagan Originals. And in the custom bike world, those were highly sought after.
After pitching it a few times, and it failed every time, they were about to give up. But then Nessie had told Bearcat he was going about it all wrong.
“Yer wanting to show off. But yer not looking at what yeh could do.” The Scottish beauty directed his attention to her aunt.
Siobhan.
Wife of the club president.
Director of the Open Arms Food Bank.
Champion of the underdog.
And now, car show promoter.
And it was because of her that they were now walking around looking at classic cars. Modified cars. Chopped and dropped. Specialties. Customs. And the same with bikes.
“Pagan.” Repeat nudged the older man. “See the rat rod?”
He turned and heard his youngest daughter squeal. His seven-year-old daughter was into Monster High, Tim Burton and things he just did not get. So, when he saw the rat rod with skull headlights, bone trim and chrome spider webs, he knew he couldn’t keep her away.
“Alyssa!” Pagan called out as she started to run towards the car. “Wait, please, ma’am.”
He could practically hear his ten-year-old rolling her eyes. Where Alyssa was Monster High, Ashlyn was Barbie dolls, Disney princess and dresses with miles and miles of skirts.
Alyssa was wearing her denim shorts and a black t-shirt with a skull made of crystal beads. Ashlyn wore a pink skirt with a white lace trimmed tank top. They both wore flip-flops; one set was pink and the other black.
Pagan held his hand out and his daughter grabbed it. He loved his girls, more than anything, but being a single dad sucked. Especially as his girls got older.
He no longer could take them into the men’s bathroom. But he didn’t feel comfortable letting Alyssa go by herself. Ashlyn would be starting her periods soon. There were things that they needed a woman for.
The woman he dated last year seemed great. Right up until he found out she was abusive to them.
Repeat’s sister, Zee, and the old ladies had been great with his girls. They went above and beyond for him. But they weren’t always there.
And he didn’t want to rely on them for so many things.
He certainly was not going to have any of the club whores tell his daughters about the birds and bees.
“I love your shirt.” A woman said and Pagan turned to see her standing at the end of the car. She smiled brightly at them and looked over at Ashlyn. “And your skirt.”
1940s pin-up crossed with Morticia Adams and fucking hot as hell. Tall and lush with heavy breasts and wide hips. Thick thighs were covered by fishnet stockings that ended in blood red Bobbie socks and five-inch platform saddle shoes.
She wore a pleated black skirt with red lace trim peeking out from underneath. A low-cut red shirt with a black widow spider stretched tight across her chest. The black spider web choker dipped down to end in a point just above the crest of her tits.
The body itself was enough to make him and his dick take notice. The soft ‘damn’ muttered next to him, let Pagan know that Repeat thought the same thing. Pagan gave a small ‘yeah’ as the woman carefully tucked her skirt under her and knelt before the girls.
Dark brown eyes accented by black wings and long thick lashes focused on his two daughters. Plump red lips smiled at them as Ashlyn reached out and touched her black bangs. They were short and curled under, creating a wide V across her forehead.
“How do you get your hair to do that?” Ashlyn asked as her small hand moved to the right bump on the top of her head.
“My Betty bangs?” she asked. “Or my kitten ears?”
“Both.” Alyssa said touching the opposite kitten ear.
The woman gave a small laugh but did not move the girls’ hands away. “My bangs are cut like that, and I curl them under. My kitten ears take a lot of teasing and pins. And a ton of hairspray.”
“Can you do my hair like that?” Ashlyn asked.
“Go ask if it’s OK with your dad.” The woman smiled and glanced up at Pagan.
Both girls ran to him, begging to have kitten ears.
“Do you mind, miss….?” Pagan asked, fishing for a name.
“Shiloh.” She answered standing up. “And no, I don’t mind at all.”
Holding out his hand he smiled back. “Pagan. These are my girls, Ashlyn and Alyssa.”
“Beautiful names for beautiful girls.” Shiloh shook his hand before she grabbed a bag out of her car. It was black leather and looked like a coffin with a handle on the lid. “I think that we need to find a place out of the wind.”
“Roscoe has a tent set up.” Repeat suggested.
Pagan nodded and pointed out where the Texas flag was flying. They walked towards it and the girls were bombarding her with a zillion and four questions. With more patience than he expected, Shiloh answered all their questions.
“Roscoe?” Pagan asked as he approached the man. “Can we borrow your tent? The girls want to get their hair done.”
He turned and eyed Shiloh up and down. An appreciative smile split his bearded face. “Of course. Need anything else?”
“No. Thank you.” She smiled at him and then followed him into the canopy tent.
The canopy was custom with his emblem on top and Roscoe Reagan Originals around the edges. The three sides of the tent were the Texas flag. Inside was a table, three stools and a couple of coolers.
Shiloh helped Ashlyn up onto a stool and set her bag on the table. Opening her bag, she pulled out a small brush and quickly brushed out the girls light brown curls. Portioning the hair, she began to tease a section before smoothing it out.
In no time at all, she made two kitten ears on both girls with simple black bobbie pins holding them in place. Using her small aerosol bottle of hair spray, she sprayed the new hairstyles.
“Beautiful, girls!” Repeat whistled at them.
“I want to show Zee!” Ashlyn said as she and her sister grabbed his hands. “Come on, Repeat!”
Pagan chuckled and motioned for him to take them. “Thank you. You’ve made their day.”
“It was nothing.” Shiloh smiled at him and then gasped at something behind him.
“I can make you one.” Roscoe said from where he sat eating a bag of chips.
“That would really piss off my mother.” She laughed. “Can you make it a hearse?”
Pagan and Roscoe both laughed.
“Never heard a better reason to get a bike.” Pagan said.
“I can make you anything you want. You tell me how much you want to piss off your mom, and I can do it.” he stood up and brushed crumbs of his hands and then his beard. "I'm Roscoe."
"Shiloh." She smiled brightly and shook his hand. “I’ll show you my cars and give you free reign after that.”
Roscoe told his sons that he would be back and then followed Shiloh over to her rat rod. Pagan followed along and was surprised when she stopped at a 1920s Ford hearse. The hearse wasn’t quite as tricked out as the rat rod. But it did have intricate wood carvings of curtains and angels.
Pagan got a call from Repeat and left. He was hoping to get her phone number. Obviously, the universe had other plans.
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