Page 6 of Riggs
"Last night. You got coffee made?"
"Sure, have a seat, and I'll fix you a cup."
At the far end of the kitchen, I take a seat at the square table next to Track, sitting across from me and Everest. "I have a liquor delivery scheduled to arrive in an hour over at the bar. I need you two to head on over there and help unload the truck. Take inventory and stock the bar. Two boxes of whiskey should be sitting in the back of the room marked clubhouse. Bring them back with you." I get right into what needs to be taken care of today. The two of them nod, get up from the table, and leave. Payton places my coffee on the table in front of me. "Thanks."
"Can't be bothered to call your only brother to let him know you're alive?" Cain strolls into the kitchen with a box of doughnuts and shoves half of one into his mouth. He chucks the box on the table and plops down in one of the chairs.
"My ass was draggin' when I landed. The only thing on my mind was sleepin' in my own bed," I tell him.
Payton places a fresh cup of coffee, prepared the way he likes it, in front of my brother. Cain winks at her. "Thanks, sugar," he flirts. That's why we call him Nova. He's a flirt — a manslut. He's been this way his entire life — Casanova on an iron horse.
"Pop wants us to visit this evening," I let him know.
"Ann, from church fix him dinner again?" Cain smiles because we both know the lady is sweet on Pop. "He should go for it. She's a widow, and Grandma has been gone for years now. You only live once," Cain says making a valid point.
"I can tell he has taken a liking to her, but I'm thinking his feelings for Grandma is the reason he's holdin' back."
Fender walks into the kitchen, grinnin' with Kiwi right behind him. "Prez, good to see you, brother." Fender extends his right hand and shakes mine. "Just get in?" he asks.
"Naw, brother. I rolled in around midnight last night."
"My ass would still be in bed," Kiwi mentions as he plucks a doughnut from the box.
"Old habits die hard. I can't seem to sleep past 5:00 am." Standing, I take my cup to the sink. "Pop is feeding us later, so make sure you two clear your schedule so you can come to get some grub. Let's say around, 4:00 pm?"
"You got it," Fender answers.
"By the way. Jake called while you were out of town. He was able to get his hands on those handguns we were lookin' for. They should arrive in another week." Kiwi says with excitement. "I can't wait to test them out."
With having the only indoor shooting range near the city, Kings Tactical makes the club a decent amount of money. Fender and Kiwi run the storefront and range. With Jake having direct access to pretty much whatever weapon he desires, thanks to Demetri Volkov, he's also able to get us things clients are looking for, but most places don't sell because getting through all the red tape to obtain them would take months.
"Where is Wick?" Cain questions.
"Spending some time with his family," I tell them and make my way toward the kitchen door. "I'm about to head back to the bar, pay some bills, and take care of some paperwork. I'll see you guys later."
"Heads up. Lexi was out by the bar when we arrived, and she asked about you, Prez. That woman has it bad for you," Kiwi warns me knowing the reason I've been avoiding her for some time now. She's becoming much too clingy for my liking. No matter how many times I've made it clear I'm not interested, she keeps trying. I've never shared my bed with her, but because some of the other members seem to like her, I've kept her around. If she doesn't cause trouble, she'll be allowed to stay. The moment she crosses a line, she's gone.
Walking into the common area, Lexi immediately spots me as I make my way toward the front door to leave.
"Hey, Riggs." She greets me dressed in her usual attire — a mini denim skirt and barely there top, that does nothing to hold her paid for breasts. My pop didn't raise me to be rude to women, so I respond.
"Lexi." She steps in front of me, stopping me mid-stride, and presses her chest against my body. I look down at her, trying my best to contain my annoyance. "You need somethin'?"
Her fingertips travel along with my biceps, and she licks her overly glossed lips. "I could think of a few things." She tries her best to flirt, but it does nothing for me.
"I don't have time, Lexi."
"Come on, Riggs. I promise you won't regret it." She goes to grab my cock, and I wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her.
"Show the same respect given to you. The brothers don't touch you if you don't want them to, and the same goes for you. Don't go grabbing a man's dick without being invited to do so. Are we clear?" She doesn't say a word. Nodding her understanding, Lexi turns around and walks toward the kitchen where the others have gathered. Lifting my hand, I look at my watch. With a full day ahead of me, I head out.
Hours later,we are all sitting around the table at my Pop's drinking a beer after stuffing our faces with pot roast, creamy mashed potatoes, smothered cabbage, and some cornbread. "Thanks for the invite, Pop, but we're about to head out. Bar opens soon."
"Glad you boys came by to see an old man." He stands, and the rest of the men follow. "I'll be checking the cages this weekend. Which means we need ourselves a crawfish boil." He walks with us to the front door of my childhood home.
"How about I help you with the traps, then we get the whole club family together. We'll have some mudbugs and fire up the grill. You can cook those famous baby back ribs." I smile at him. Whenever we have a big gathering, with all the members and their families, I use my Pop's property, because the clubhouse isn't the place for kids to play. He lives on five acres of flat open land. On the backside of the property, are water inlets that branch off Wood Lake. The land has been in the family for three generations. I fished these waters growing up just as he did, and his father and grandfather did before him.
Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, Pop takes his cap off his head, then wipes the sweat from his forehead. "Sounds like a plan to me."
