Chapter 43: Announcement
*Romance isn’t dead. It’s on the back of a Harley. – Mia*
Priscilla was sitting in the front room playing a game on her phone while her moms and dad were in the bar. Several of her sisters were also playing on the floor. The rest were running around the clubhouse with the other kids that were there.
Scrapper had walked past her on the way to the bar with a prospect. He was tall, lean and tattooed. His hair was a dark brown or black with a short military style. When he glanced at her, his chocolate-colored eyes landed on her blue eyes.
She snapped a quick discreet picture of her sudden crush and sent it to Camille who was at a swim and dive competition. Her caption on the text was simply her calling dibs. The response received later that night was of a sad frowny face.
She wasn’t even aware that she had sighed until Brute cleared his throat.
“Should I tell your dad about your goo-goo eyes over my prospect?”
Shrugging her shoulders she gave a meh sound. “My dad has five wives, you think he doesn’t know his daughters look?”
Brute chuckled as he gave her a light side hug. “How’d your finals go?”
“Really good, I think.” She beamed at him. “I passed my driver’s test.”
“Good for you. What are you driving?”
“The heaven.” Priscilla pulled out a piece of paper from her shorts pocket. Unfolding it, she showed him a new baby blue Harley Davidson soft tail. “As soon as we get my final grades and I get my motorcycle license, dad said that we’d go pick her up.”
“She’s pretty. Bring her by and we’ll customize her.”
Squeezing his waist in thanks, she smiled as her dad walked out of the bar. “Daddy! Brute said that he’d customize my bike and he has a prospect that is freaking hot.”
“You must be talking about Leo.” Molly said walking towards them. “Your moms were checking him out.”
“Gross. All you had to say was that he was too old. You didn’t have to ruin him for me.”
“Sorry, little pretty.” He scooped up two of his toddler daughters. “Ink is wanting to know if you can do some pictures for the shop.”
Priscilla and Camille did a lot of public relations work for the various businesses that the club ran. Between the two teens, they maintained a healthy social media presence.
“Yeah.” She grinned as Leo approached the table.
“Hey, pres. Molly.” He smiled at Priscilla. “I’m Leo.” He offered her his hand.
“Priscilla.” She said taking his hand, her bangle bracelets making a soft tinkling sound that she was suddenly conscious of.
“She’s my oldest daughter.” Molly informed him as he helped one of his many daughters climb onto his back.
“Off limits.” Leo said.
“Until she turns 18.” Molly agreed and then warned, “after that, you just have to survive all of her uncles. She grew up in this clubhouse. My grandfather founded pop’s place. Two of her closest friends grew up with club presidents. Her roots run deep with the Saints.”
“And their overprotectiveness borders on Insane.” Priscilla smirked and rolled her eyes.
“And she has five momma bears.” Brute added.
“You two get everything worked out?” Toad bellowed as he walked out of the hall leading to his office. The whole place fell silent as everyone turned and looked at Riffraff and Taz by the front door.
“Yeah.” Riffraff said grinning at Taz. “Now if she wants to get rid of me, she’ll have to divorce me.”
“No!” Priscilla cried. “There should be pictures, and posts and-"
Taz put her hand over the teens mouth. “We considered that. You and my stepdaughter,” she grinned at Angel, “have two weeks to put a small wedding together. But if you put me in a fucking floofy fugly dress, I won’t show up.”
“I need to call Celeste.” Priscilla said as soon as the hand was removed.
“Not the response I was expecting.” Taz laughed as brothers congratulated both her and Riffraff.
