Page 16 of Twister's Salvation
I ran a hand over my jaw, thinking.
It wasn’t a bad suggestion.
“We can still do the finishing touches,” I said.“Paint.Build the rage rooms out once the framework’s up.Customize each space.But yeah… letting someone else take on the heavy lifting might be worth it.”
Swift grunted.“You sure about that?Letting outsiders near anything to do with club property?”
I shrugged.“We’ll be here every damn day they are.We’ll control what they see, what they don’t.And we’ll vet every name on the crew.”
Hodge crossed his arms.“We vote?”
I nodded.“We vote.”
“Then I’m in,” Swift said.“With the right oversight.”
Podge and Wheels both nodded.
“Me too,” Gramps added.
That was enough for now.We’d bring it to the table at church to make it official.
The realtor came back toward us, clipboard in hand, her eyes hopeful.“Well?What’s the verdict?”
I looked at the guys.They all gave a nod.
I turned back to her.“We’ll take it.”
Her eyes lit up like Christmas morning.“Wonderful!I can have the paperwork ready within the hour.You want to come by the office, or should I send it digitally?”
“Send it,” I said.“We’ll sign and send it back.”
She shook each of our hands too long, too eager, but I played nice.It was a small city.No sense making enemies when we could keep everything smooth.
Once she was gone, we stepped outside into the morning sun.Bikes glinted in the light, lined up along the curb like a declaration.
I looked back at the warehouse.It was ugly beige with peeling paint and a cracked window near the top.“We’re gonna need to spruce up the front,” I muttered.
Swift grunted and pulled on his gloves.“That’s something wecanhire out.Get a real designer.Make it look like a business people actually want to walk into.”
Wheels snorted.“Rage room with curb appeal.That’s a new one.”
I smiled and could already picture it.“We’ll call around.Find someone who gets the vibe we’re going for.”
Gramps nodded and scribbled some more on his notepad.“I’ll reach out to a few people.”
We climbed onto our bikes, and the engines roared to life one by one.
As I slid on my sunglasses, I looked back at the warehouse again.
It didn’t look like much now.
But it would.
We were gonna turn that shell into something unforgettable.
A place to let it all out.
A place to break shit without breaking yourself.
