Chapter 99: Fireworks
*Did you ever know something that was really awesome, but you couldn’t tell anyone? – Priscilla*
The parking lot of the Shack had been cleared with cars and bikes being moved to the rarely used parking garage. As the sun went down, people gathered on blankets scattered around.
Priscilla sat down on one after spreading out another one. She wore cut off denim shorts, a floral off the peasant crop top and simple flip-flops. Several brothers glanced at her, but her scowling father kept them from doing more.
Except one prospect.
Leo sat down next to Priscilla on a blanket at the front of the group. She was doing something that he didn’t understand with her fancy digital camera that he really didn’t understand. Taz had bought the camera for the teen last month before Taz and Riffraff got married.
Priscilla and Camille had a small business that did a lot of social media work. Along with promoting Taz, they also maintained the accounts for several club businesses. Leo liked it when she was coming by the fab shop getting pictures of their projects. Especially if he could sneak around the side of the building with her.
“I was hoping that you’d sit in the back.” He murmured.
“And why would I do that?” she teased coyly.
“Everyone will be looking up and forward, not down and back.” He pushed some hair behind her ear. Moving closer he whispered, “And I could finally kiss you.”
“Finally?” she giggled. “You had me pinned against the wall at Taz’s wedding reception for half an hour.”
“Over a month ago.” He grumbled.
"And last week at the shop?"
"Still too long."
She turned and pressed her lips to his briefly before turning back to her camera. He sat in shock for a minute before sputtering for a moment.
“You’re going to get me killed.”
“No. My moms love you, so therefore dad loves you. And Tank and Ink will do anything to make sure I’m happy.” She grinned up at him. “And no one wants to take on Taz or Knuckles.”
“I understand Taz. Kind of get Knuckles. I’m lost on Tank and Ink.”
“If I’m not happy, their woman isn’t happy and that means they’re not happy.”
“OK.” He leaned back on his elbows and stretched out his legs. “What are you taking pictures of?”
“I can’t say. But you’ll know it when you see it.”
“Cryptic.” He said as a brother from the Pop’sPlace clubhouse and his date sat down on the blanket in front of them. Priscilla gave a small growl at the back of her throat. “Need them to move?”
“Yes.”
Leo stood up and approached the couple. “Excuse me, brother, but this blanket belongs to someone else.”
“Get lost, prospect.” The lights began to dim around the property.
“Hi, sorry.” Priscilla said sweetly. “But this blanket is here for a very specific and special reason.”
“Yeah, my ass. Go annoy someone else.” The man said and the woman giggled.
“Okay.” Priscilla said slumping her shoulders in defeat. Then with a sweet grin and venom in her voice, she added, “I guess you can tell Tank that you think you need his blanket.”
All color drained from his face. “Tank?” he gulped. “This is for Tank?” Priscilla nodded. “Come on.” He stood up and drug the woman behind him.
Leo was chuckling as they sat back down. “That was a hell of a change. Why is everyone so scared of Tank?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Priscilla murmured as Tank and Ink led Evie to the blanket. She laid down on her stomach and focused her camera.
“What are we taking pictures of?” Leo whispered.
“Fireworks.” She replied quietly as the first fireworks shot up into the sky.
