Page 32 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

“I know,” I answered quietly, and left it at that.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the guys from Charleston and Sierra High too.”

“Sierra High?” I had never heard of that place before, so it had me curious.

“Small little town in the Georgia Mountains. It’s just a tiny little lake town, peaceful for the most part, if you discount the fact that they have two MCs in residence there.”

“Two for a small town is strange, isn’t it?”

“Well, we moved in on someone else’s territory, but lucky for Aces High, the President of Sierra High Evermore MC happens to be the daughter of the National President of the Aces High MC.”

“Wait, did you say his daughter’s MC?”

Tango grinned at me. “You heard right. A few of the guys refer to them as the Bitch Brigade, but if you ask me they’re a badass MC all on their own. Those ladies managed to build something special there, from their security ventures to the clubs they run, they’re extremely successful. A couple of our financially struggling chapters have had a sit-down with Angel Girl about her business model. We’re hoping she can help get them on a fast-track to better avenues of income so they don’t have to keep relying on illegal ventures to supply income.”

“Wow, I didn’t even realize there were female MCs. That is pretty damn cool.”

“They are few and far between, and there’s more female or coed style riding clubs than actual MCs, but Jamie grew up in the club life so I guess she didn’t want to half-ass it.”

“Jamie?”

“Jamie Murdock, otherwise known as Angel Girl, the Sierra High Evermore Club President.”

“Oh, okay. I wish she was here. I think it’d be cool to meet her.”

“I’m sure you’ll meet her eventually. We all do a charity run together down in Cedar Falls, West Virginia once a year to raise money for several children’s charities. Some of the girls usually come up for it.” We stopped in front of four men, including the silver-haired man and his son Toby, whose kutte actually indicated that he was called T-Bone now. I had to work at not rolling my eyes about that one. I could only imagine how he’d earned it.

“Guys, this is Liza,” Tango started the introductions. “Liza, this is Double-D, T-Bone, Grim, and Snake. Grim and Snake are from Sierra High while Double-D and T-Bone are from Charleston.”

“Nice to meet you all,” I stated while glancing between the four men.

Most of them bobbed their head in greeting, but Double-D spoke up. “You and your brother have any other family out there aside from one another?”

I shook my head. “No, both of our parents are gone now. It’s just Frank, me, and then his fiancé and their baby that’s on the way.”

“Ever been to the Georgia Mountains before?” The one named Snake asked.

“No, the furthest east I’ve ever been before coming here was to Salt Lake City.”

“Seriously?” A wide-eyed Snake asked me, his tone one of disbelief.

“Yeah, I just never had the mind to travel. I had my business in Reno and didn’t really need to go much further for anything. My brother would never take me with him to conventions or expos too far from home. I think he was worried someone would snatch me up, and I wouldn’t come back to help out in his shop.”

“You a tattoo artist too?” Grim asked.

“No,” I stated a little too quickly. Grim was an intimidating figure standing at about six feet, five inches with black hair and nearly black eyes to match. His name fit him perfectly. All he was missing was a scythe to carry around, and people would mistake him for Death.

“I’m an artist. I usually design ad campaigns and websites and things for people. I’ve recently dabbled in book cover design for a few authors I met online, and I’ll probably start doing a little more of that since I’m here and don’t know anyone local I can get set up with.”

Snake smiled brightly at me then. “My friend Poppy does the same stuff. I don’t think she’s ever done books though.”

“Oh, you should give her my number, maybe we could network together and throw each other work if one of us has too much,” I suggested.

“I will do that.” He glanced over toward the bar, seeing that the BRATs were now out and about, and that was all she wrote. “I’ll get that information later, brother,” he told Tango and then he was off to the races so to speak.

“Damn, didn’t take him long.”

“Probably the mention of Poppy. I think he needs to wash her out of his system.” The distaste in Grim’s words was evident.

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