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Bonnie and Sarah, two other old ladies, walk over and congratulate also, but they both see that I’m not overly warm, so quickly walk back to where they had been sitting, along with Belle and Jeanette.

“Alice is now First Lady of the club. Old Ladies and whores all defer to Alice. Don’t think for one minute I will allow you to disrespect her or not follow orders. Things are changing around here and changing for the better. If you feel you can’t change with it, then it’s time for you to hand in your patches, or move on to another club so you can whore for them.” Jax is not pulling any punches. He’s straight down the line. I can see that they are all understanding and look willing to follow along with what is happening.

Teckie steps forward and hands a box to Jax, who quickly opens it to take out the cut inside. Shaking it out, Jax holds it for me to slip my arms into, and I have to smile softly at him when the back clearly states ‘Property of Jax’ at the top and ‘First Lady’ at the bottom. The front has a patch with ‘Goldie’.

I throw my arms around Jax’s neck, which gives him the opportunity, which, of course, he doesn’t miss to kiss me thoroughly while the room explodes in applause and congratulations. It’s an ideal moment for the club to party, and oh yeah, they party hard.

Chapter 17

Jax

Sitting in the office, I want to get everything sorted out before I take Alice home for the weekend. We are getting to know each other on a personal level, and I know we are going to make this work.

Alice is in the clubhouse kitchen at the moment and has all the women in there with her. I told Lethal to stand watch because I know he’ll crack down on any shit that may be thrown Alice's way.

Lethal gave me his report, and I was more than thankful all brothers checked out as clean. Teckie apparently has been running checks, not wanting us to have any more trouble with traitors within the club.

I think Lethal was disappointed as he’s been bored of late. It seems since we cleaned the chapters up and got them all away from illegal shit, he hasn’t had a need for his particular skills. I’m sure something will come up in the future, it always does.

Now, Gunner’s report was interesting, and it seems we have ourselves a petty thief, but she’s not as clever as she thinks she is. Here in the office, I have a box…in this box, I have a watch, fourteen thousand dollars in cash, a necklace, two bracelets, and an assortment of lingerie. Now, why lingerie I don’t know, as she hardly wears anything, anyway. But this is fancy shit that is not from a dime shop. It’s the good stuff that would look hot on Alice.

This will end today and both myself and Gunner are ready to show this bitch what the door looks like when you are on the way out of it.

Gunner and I walk out of the office and to the bedrooms the club whores use. Seeing Beryl packing her suitcase, I grin as I turn to look at Gunner. “You think someone is getting ready to run?”

Gunner chuckles in reply. “Oh, yeah, but as Sheriff Bowden is on his way, we’ll need to keep Beryl here until he arrives. See, the thing is, Beryl, we have you on CCTV taking the shit, plus of course we found it all in your room. That’s why you’re running now, right?”

“I did nothing. You are wrong.” Beryl tries to bluff.

“Yeah, well, we’ll let the Sheriff decide.”

Taking both myself and Gunner by surprise, Beryl runs past us and down the hall, through the common room, and toward the gate. Since we are right behind her Gunner shouts the prospect on the gate to stop her.

Oh, he sure stops her. He tackles her, and she bangs her head on the ground, knocking herself out. Standing, the prospect shrugs as he steps back to the gate and his duty.

It’s only a few minutes before the Sheriff arrives, and once she starts to come around, he drags her into the back of his cruiser. Taking the evidence along with him. Thank fuck, that’s the end of that thieving skank.

Bolt’s report on the shopping was interesting too. It seems the freezers were nearly empty, and the fridges were in the same state. Now I say freezers and fridges because we have two commercial ones for each.

Two club whores and one of the old ladies were the last to have shopped for groceries. My issue is where the fuck is the money they were given to do the shopping? Because they sure as shit didn’t buy any food.

That’s another thing that will need sorting out so Alice can stay on top of the women. I feel sorry for Bolt as he’s worked so hard, yet behind his back, the club as a whole has been sitting on their asses. Well, not on my fuckin’ watch.

Beast walks into the office and gives me a sorry smile. “Time for us to get back to the chapter. You know what it’s like, things to do, people to see! But we’ll be back often ‘cause Black wants to be a part of Alice’s life now. He is looking forward to grandkids and being called some stupid fuckin’ name.”

“Oh, like you won’t mind being called Gramps?”

A chuckle escapes when I see a red tinge hit his cheeks right before he smirks. “Gramps sounds damn fine, I have to admit. Black can be PopPop…” throwing his back laughing, he walks out of the office mumbling PopPop, and each time he laughs more.

Shaking my head, I follow him out and half an hour later stand with an arm around Alice who has a few tears in her eyes while we wave bye to Beast, Black and their brothers.

I had watched Alice hugging Black. She was crying gently, but he whispered something which calmed her, and then he kissed the top of her head, gave her a last squeeze before handing her to me.

Kissing the top of Alice’s head, I say reassuringly, “They’ll be back soon. You know your Papa won’t be able to stay away from you long. Now, let’s get this place organized so we can get back home and have ourselves some time.”

“Oh, can I have one of the prospects bring my older Camry to store on the compound? I don’t want to sell her. She means a lot to me,” Alice asks.

“Of course you can. I’ll arrange it, so consider it done.”

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