Page 54 of Grace's Redemption
“Why you teach a little boy that concept is beyond …” Josey’s voice trailed off.
“Bye Mommy.”
I hung up and looked at the prospect in front of me bouncing on her feet and looking behind her.
I grabbed my cut, slung it over my shoulder and stood waiting for her to continue.
“Madam President wants to see you.”
“Okay.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she leaned in. “But, Anna is pissed. I mean …”
I waved her off.
A prospect should not refer to the president by her first name, but I let it slide. We all respected Anna. She never steered us wrong, but she usually carried herself with confidence and composure, I couldn’t imagine what could have upset her.
I slid my jacket on and headed toward the clubhouse.
I walked down a long hallway into the main room. The garage was connected to the clubhouse through a covered walkway.
I spotted Anna sitting on the edge of a table. Her legs crossed, her serious boss bitch face on.
She saw me and waved me up.
I climbed the steps. The voices all lowered as I approached.
“Stick.” She said. She patted the table next to her. I sat and let my legs dangle.
“We might have a problem.” She said.
“Might?” I looked from her to Olive (Olivia) and Patrina and back.
”Your old friends might be crashing the party.”
I stood up.
Anna touched my arm.
I leaned back.
“Some of the new Dragons clubs, the guys in Virginia and Pennsylvania. Justice called and told me.”
Anna was referring the Bikefest. It was an opportunity for the clubs to get together and ride together. We celebrated and partied our asses off. It wasn’t the Dragons style.
“I think you should stay here. Stay out of sight.” Anna stood and walked to the railing that looked down onto the main room of the clubhouse.
“Anna,” I whispered before I cleared my throat. “Those guys don’t know me. And, I doubt if Mase and his father would ride down to Maryland to party or participate in something like this. They’re too busy killing kittens or something.”
Anna shook her head.
Patrina giggled.
“Yeah, but if just one of them puts it together,” she put her hand on my shoulder. “They will come after you and Cason.”
“If they do, I’m ready for them.”
It was Olive’s turn to laugh. We called her Olive because she was stick thin. A strong wind could blow her over, but she also could get out of slippery situations like no other.
