Chapter 25 Tomorrow night was going to be a real fucking blast
Catalina
Three weeks passed in a blink. Every day, while our men were in their church meetings talking business and planning a ride, Jenna and I went over our own plan. We knew they would be gone for a whole week. They were heading to Daytona Beach, Florida, to get permits for selling bikes and other club goods at the big Bike Week rally. Everyone said it was a huge event and a lot of fun. Many of the Old Ladies were making crafts and food to sell. The club was also planning to sell parts for old motorcycles. I was really excited to go, which was still about a month away.
I had been texting Sara every few days. Jenna and I even met her and Emily to go shopping again. Sara now called us all best friends, which was good for Jenna and me. It would help keep us safe. I asked her what she meant by that when we were having lunch at an Applebee’s a couple of weeks after we met.
“Oh, well, sometimes our club can be a little rough with new girls who show up at our parties,” Sara explained. “But if everyone knows you are with an Old Lady, then you are seen as a friend. They will not mess with you too badly.” She kept looking at Emily, who nodded. Both of them kept throwing nervous glances at two big biker guys who had come with them. The men stood a little away from our table but were still watching us.
“Who are those guys over there?” I asked, pointing to the bikers sitting a few booths away. One of them was staring right at me with a hot, heavy look. He was bald, with tattooed flames on the sides of his head. He had a strong build and tanned skin, like he spent all his time outside. His eyes were dark, and he had a big, handlebar mustache.
“Oh, that is Crack. He really likes pretty, fit girls with great bodies. Just like you,” Emily giggled, looking back at him.
I blew him a kiss, and he smiled.
“So, Mandy, are you single? Is there a man in your life? What about you, Nina? Anyone special?” Sara asked.
Jenna and I had already invented our stories. I was a rich, spoiled college girl, and Jenna was my best friend, the daughter of our family maid. Even though she was older than me, we had grown up together.
“No. I had someone for a while, but I caught him cheating with a stupid girl from my sorority.”
“Is that him?” Sara asked, pointing to the tattoo on my ring finger that said Blaze.
“No, that was my first love. I do not like to talk about him. It still hurts,” I said, putting fake tears in my eyes.
They both gave me sympathetic looks. I should have been an actress.
“Nina had a man, but he got mixed up in some bad stuff and is in prison now,” I said, throwing Jenna right into it.
“Oh, really? Tell us more,” Sara said. I could tell she loved gossip and a dramatic story.
I looked at Jenna and smiled. She seemed a little panicked. We had not talked about this part. I loved doing things like this to her. What are little sisters for, if not to annoy their big sisters?
“Oh, well,” Jenna started, finding her footing. “I was with this guy for about three years. We met at a friend’s wedding. He seemed normal, and sweet. He treated me like a princess. Right before our three-year anniversary, he met a new friend. He started hanging out with him all the time, day and night. Some days he would not come home. When he did, he smelled like cheap perfume. He swore nothing was happening, that he was just having fun. This went on for a month. Then one day, the police broke into my apartment. It turned out my boyfriend and his friend were running an illegal gambling ring and selling drugs to a bunch of businessmen. They had been throwing big parties on weekends and making a lot of money. But they were not very careful, and they got caught. He is now four years into a six-year sentence.”
I was fucking impressed with my sister. She looked back at me with a proud smile.
“Oh, wow. That is quite a story. Well, I am actually glad to hear it, because I want to invite you both to a party next week. We are having it at the Jackals clubhouse. There will be drinks, food, and hot bikers. I want you to meet the other Old Ladies, and my man, Razor. I know Emily wants you to meet Bear,” Sara said, with Emily nodding her head like a toy.
“Oh, that sounds like fun, right Nina?”
“Yes, so much fun. What should we wear?”
“The sluttier, the better. There will be a lot of club whores there, so you will want to stand out.”
“Club whores? And stand out for what?” I asked, pretending to be innocent.
“Oh, you are so cute. Crack loves the naive ones. Club whores are girls who hang around the MC just to spread their legs for the bikers. Emily and I hate them. Razor and Bear still use them when we cannot make it to parties because of work. It hurts, but that is club life. All the Old Ladies know their man will cheat someday, but we are the ones they come home to and love. And you will want to stand out to the bikers. You never know, one of them might want to know you better and make you his Old Lady. Then we would be like sisters!” Sara squealed.
I could not believe the shit coming out of her mouth. If Viper ever used club girls, I would rip his balls off. I looked at Jenna with wide eyes, and I could see she felt the same. She would put a bullet in Torque’s dick.
“Hey, Crack?” I called out, raising my voice.
“Yeah?”
“You want to play with me at your club’s party next weekend?”
“Fuck yeah, babe. I will play with you real good,” he said, grabbing his crotch.
Charming, I thought.
“Great, doll. I will make sure to wear something real special for you,” I said with a wink. His grin went from ear to ear.
Sara and Emily laughed.
Now, Jenna and I were going over the final parts of our plan. We were making sure we had enough of the drugs we needed to take them all down.
“What are we going to do about the women tomorrow night?” Jenna asked.
“We take them out of the picture first. I will crush up enough of the roofies to put in a bottle of tequila that I bring. We will do shots with them. You bring water in a vodka bottle for us. That will get them handled. We wait a bit for the drugs to work, then we start on the guys. I will give them tequila shots, too. For the ones we cannot get to drink, we can either make them take the mollies or inject them with the Special K.”
“Okay, we can do this. Sara said all the bikers will be there. Someone just got out of prison, so it is a big welcome party for him. We will have to work fast. Once the party is loud and most of them are wasted, it will be a lot easier for us,” Jenna said.
“Did Viper give you the mollies? Did he ask what they were for?”
“No, I asked Butcher. I told him we needed them for the plan. He got me thirty.”
Our men came out of their church meeting, ready to leave. Viper walked up to me and lifted me into his arms. My legs went around his waist, and my arms around his neck.
“You be good while I am gone. We are leaving Tank, Eightball, Scarface, and Night Owl here. Two prospects will be at the gate. If you go anywhere, you take two of them with you.”
“I will not be able to do that, Viper. Jenna and I are going to need some space to work.”
He let out a deep sigh. “Fine. But please be safe, angel. I cannot lose you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine.
I kissed him hard. We were lost in each other for a good five minutes before a few guys cleared their throats. I looked over his shoulder and saw other men saying goodbye to their Old Ladies.
“I love you,” we both said at the exact same time. We smiled, and he put me down. Jenna and I, along with four other women, walked out of the clubhouse. We watched our men get on their bikes and ride off together in a formation. It was going to be a long week.
“You ready to get this mission over with?” I asked Jenna.
“Yes. I am ready to get bloody. It has been a while.”
I laughed and put an arm around her as we walked back inside. Tomorrow night was going to be a real fucking blast.