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Raising my eyes from my screen, I see all the brothers deep in thought.

“Remy. The librarian. Savage said she’d transfer to the library here, if we agree. She’d train with you and possibly Chewy around her shifts.” Marx taps his enormous fist on the table. “What do we think?”

Rider clears his throat “I think let her. In the long run, it adds security to the Death Riders and frees up Wire to work on whatever shit it is he works on.” The big bastard smirks at that while I roll my eyes and flip the bird.

“As long as it’s a library woman, I’m sure Chewy will be fine,” Rhodie adds with a nod.

“Dude, Chewy is fucking scary. It’s not her you should be worried about,” Rider laughs, the brothers all joining him.

“Shut it! Are we all in agreement?”

A chorus of “Yes, Pres” goes around the room. I join in with the rest of them. Rider is right. The less stuff I have to do for the Death Riders, the more time I have to work on my actual shit.

“I’ll let Savage know to arrange it.” Marx bangs his meat tenderizer that we use as a gavel because we didn’t have one. We all leave church heading for the bar, grabbing our phones we dump in the box next to the doorway on our way out.

It’s only 6 pm so I’ll have a beer for now, unlike some of my brothers who are hitting the hard stuff. I’ve never been a hard partier. Even less since we’ve had shit going down. A lot of the club security comes down to me. Chewy usually steps in to give me a hand whenever she’s around, which is most days after she finishes work. The woman is a machine and so open and free with her knowledge. I’ve learned so much shit, both legal and illegal, and it’s all down to her. I’m much better at keeping the brothers safe and keeping shit ticking over thanks to her and some of her tech.

A hand grips my ass and I turn to find Whitney on me. She’s been throwing herself at the brothers with more aggression since Chewy turned up and locked Rhodie down. She’s barking up the wrong tree with me, though. Yeah I’ve tapped that a couple of times in the past, but I can smell the crazy on her. These days I prefer to head to town and pick up a bit of strange from one of the local bars rather than use the bunnies and give them any ideas. Gently pushing her towards Sniper and Judge, I untangle myself from her claws, giving my brothers a chin up when they drag her off in their direction.

I finish my beer by shooting the shit with Tank and Rider before heading back to my cave. I want to do a little research into Remy, so I know what to expect. Hopefully, this woman knows how to use a computer; it’ll be a total ball ache to start from the very beginning.

“That was fast. Anything I need to know?”

Chewy is sitting at the station I set up for her, watching the camera feed from one of the garages we own.

“Yup, we have a trainee, Chewy.”

She spins in her seat to look at me with her huge eyes. “A trainee? A baby hacker? A newbie? A probie? A computer prospe-”

I put my hand up to stop her. “Yup. A trainee.”

“Who is it? What do we know about them?”

“Well, she’s the -”

“SHE?” Chewy shouts, wide eyed. “The baby hacker is a she!? Shit, I gotta go, I have girl friend stuff to research. Rhodie!”

And with that I watch Chewy run off like her short ass is on fire. Letting out a sigh I take a seat in my comfy as fuck leather chair and look around what is dubbed “The Control Center”. When I got out of the military and landed here Marx knew that there was no way I would be separated from all my “toys” as my brothers call them. So he did the only thing he could think of, he gave me the biggest room on the first floor to house everything. The control center takes up one whole side of my suite and with so many people coming and going, we sectioned off my bed and bathroom area with a dividing wall for privacy.

The new kid will sit between me and Chewy, that way they can get the best of both worlds. Chewy and I each have dual screens, with a larger almost wall sized screen. We can project anything on there and use our dual screens for searches, surveillance and in Chewy’s case, early 2000’s music videos. IfI have to see or hear “Dirrty” one more time I’m going to set Chewy’s workstation up in my closet, since she loves it so much.

Checking my video feeds one last time to make sure all is right in my world I pull up my search engine and type in one name. Remington Wright.

Remy

“Thanks Miss Remy!”

I wave the last of the kids and parents off before rolling to the side, getting up out of the beanbag I’m sitting in and tidying up the floor cushions. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are the days that I host the Afternoon Readers’ program in the kids’ section of the library. I’ve been working at Roxwell Library since I left high school. I knew community college wasn’t for me purely because I had no idea what I wanted to study or do with my life. There seemed to be a world of career options and I just didn’t know which one I wanted to settle on. The only thing I did know for sure was that if I wanted to spread my wings and have my own apartment I would need a job. Our old Pres, Hammer, pointed out how at home I felt at the library and maybe that would be something I liked doing. Luckily for me, Miss Shawna gave me a good reference for the children’s librarian job when it came up. I like kids, books and the computers and I mean, I had spent the best part of my childhood at this library. I know this place like the back of my hand.

“What are your plans for your last night in town, Miss Thang?” Smiling, I turn to find Miss Shawna leaning on the early reader’s bookshelf, her hip popped out, hand resting on it.

“Well, I’ll be spending my time getting myself ready for my move.” I chew my lip for a moment before Shawna’s tutting breaks me out of my thoughts.

“You know I told you, child, the Rose Grove Library is full of good folks, and they’re excited to have a new children’s librarian for their after school programme. What you should do instead of fretting, is plan a big going away party and get drunk and dirty dance with some of those fine male specimens I see wearing the MC patch.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I can’t help screwing up my face.

“Oh, heck no Shawna! Those men are like uncles and brothers to me. Ugh.”

She throws her head back and cackles, her ample bosom jiggling her many beaded necklaces. “Well, hopefully, Devil’s Rose MC has better options for you.” She moves closer to me, resting her hands on my shoulders, her warmth seeping into me. “Remy, take a chance. It’s a new place, with new people. Heck, you don’t even have to work at the library. You can do anything you put your mind to, child. You have too much light inside of you to hide it. So let it shine, girly. Show them the kickass woman I know and love, yeah?”

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