by Y. M. Sheree
Hampton Roads: Isis
Lady Guardians
Y.M. Sheree
Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Also by Y.M. Sheree
About the Author
Back Off by Toye Lawson Brown
Additional Chapters
Copyright © 2018 by Y.M. Sheree All rights reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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First Printing: July 2018
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Acknowledgments
I had the pleasure of being in a car club and then being a President of a Social club. I was surrounded by a great bunch of people from all types of backgrounds. There were car clubs, male motorcycle clubs, 1% clubs, female motorcycle clubs, female social motorcycle club, and even a truck club. I learned a lot about the motorcycle club world. You can’t judge these clubs on how they are portrayed in movies. A lot of the clubs are about giving back to the community and also to charities. Never think that just because there are rough edges that they don’t have a softer side about them.
I want to thank Xyla Turner for including me in this great project. Also, my cousin Marvin Hardhead Mason for allowing me to use him and his business in my book. Please check him out. He is very talented. Thank you to my TR friend who looked over my story to give me feedback and to make sure I didn’t cross any lines while writing my story.
To all of my readers, you said you wanted something new and different from me; here you go. I will be creating my own series from this serial. So you will see more from the Lady Guardians of Hampton Roads, Virginia.
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1
"I don't need this right now. I have to work tonight." Tristan Ramsey said aloud as he pulled his old but reliable 2000 Jeep Wrangler to the side of the road. It was the mode of transportation he used to drive to work. Recently, Tristan had purchased a pearl white Jaguar F type coupe, but it was still at the dealership getting his add-ons. His coworker Michael told him that he shouldn't wait too long to get his Jeep looked at because of the front end shaking when he braked. Tristan intended to have it checked out as soon as he could but had been pulling double shifts at the ER lately.
Tristan removed his phone from his pocket and dialed Michael's number. "Hey, Mike. What was the name of that mechanic shop you were telling me about?"
"You finally going to take my advice and go get that heap of junk looked at?"
"Don't talk about Stella like that she is very temperamental," Tristan exclaimed as he rubbed his dashboard as if the vehicle could understand him. Stella got him through high school and medical school. She had always been reliable and seldom needed any work done.
"I'm just saying. You need to hurry up and get that Jag out of the shop and lay old Stella to rest.”
"As long as she's kicking I'm going to keep driving her. Now, what is the name of the shop? I need to see if I can get her fixed before going into work."
"It's called Billi's off of Granby Street in Norfolk. Just ask for Billi."
"Thanks, man. Let me make my way over there now and see what the problem is. I think it's the brakes but not sure."
"They do good work over there, so you're in good hands. I'll holla at you later."
Ending the call, Tristan put Stella back into gear and drove towards Granby Street in search of the mechanic shop. He finally found the shop on Little Creek Road not too far from D&D Import Cycles. Just the sight of a motorcycle brought back bad memories for him. He and his family suffered a tragic loss to one of those confounded contraptions just a year ago. Shaking his head, Tristan pulled into the parking lot of the garage and exited the vehicle. The garage doors were lifted and what sounded like old school R&B was playing at a loud volume.
Tristan wandered through the doors in the search for Billi. He noticed a blonde haired female standing by an oversized toolbox and speaking to someone who was under a jacked up car. "Excuse me. I was wondering if you knew where I could find Billi?"
The blonde glanced in Tristan's direction before bending down to yell underneath the car. "Hey, Billi someone is here asking for you." She stood back up and moved to the other side of the toolbox to allow the individual to roll from underneath. As the creeper rolled from underneath the car, to Tristan's surprise the person was a woman. She stood up wearing a pair of faded coveralls with a bandana holding blondish brown curls in place on the top of her head. Smears of oil were on each side of her gold tone cheeks.
"What can I do for you?" She asked as she wiped at a stray curl hanging down in her face.
"I'm looking for Billi."
"Well, you've found me. What can I do to help you today?"
"You're Billi?"
"Yea that's what I said," Billi huffed as she placed her hands on her hips becoming aggravated by the second.
"I didn't mean to be rude. "
"You were expecting a male. Right?" She had to deal with this type of male chauvinism plenty of times before when men came to the shop expecting her father instead of her. Named after her father William but her mother used his nickname Billi instead.
"Yea, I was. "
"Now that you see that I am not a man is there something I can help you with?"
"My truck is shaking when attempting to brake and I wanted to know if you could take a look at it."
"You will need to leave it here. I have a few vehicles to work on before yours. Are you able to leave it with me for a few days?"
"That shouldn't be a problem. Just give me a call to let me know when it is ready." Tristan removed his wallet to pull out one of his business cards and handed to Billi.
Billi read the card. "Alright, Mr. Ramsey I will call when I find out what is wrong with your vehicle. I just need the keys."
Tristan placed his keys into her outstretched hand. He looked at her for a moment before walking towards the exit. Once he was there, he pulled out his phone to call an Uber. While waiting, he texted Michael to let him know that he was going to kill him. He felt like a complete ass after meeting Billi. She intrigued him and to say the least he was shocked she was the mechanic. It didn't take long for his ride to come, and he traveled home to take a nap before his shift.
"He's gone, Billi." The blonde announced from one of the open bay doors.
"Danika come away from the door and help me finish up with your car."
"Alright, I'm coming." Danika walked back towards Billi and her car. "He was a cutie."
Billi hadn't noticed much about the stranger expect for his handsomely rugged looks with his piercing blue eyes and brown hair
"Are you ready for your race n
ext weekend?" Billi asked as she checked the spark plugs on the candy apple 1988 Ford Mustang GT 5.0.
"Yea I should be ready after you finish up with my girl Nasty Grind," Danika replied as she rubbed the fender of her car.
"Well, you just make sure you kick some butt. You know the girls, and I will be there to support you."
"Is Malcolm pulling my trailer?"
Billi couldn't help but laugh out loud. " You know good and well that he will. I don't know why the two of you keep playing games with one another. Just get right down to it."
"I have no clue what you are talking about."
"Yea ….Yea… that's what your mouth says."
"Since you want to start in on me what about Mr. Shell shocked a few minutes ago? He was a fine specimen of a man."
"You know I don't have time for a man especially with running the shop since daddy got sick, on top of club business, and making sure everything is set up for Unity day Saturday."
Billi Madison was the only child of William and Maureen Madison. Once her father became ill about six months ago, she took over the shop. Growing up she always knew her father wanted a son and she decided to be the next best thing. She constantly stayed around him in the garage and learned everything she could from him. Her father used to be part of a 1% motorcycle club called The Thunderguards. He never spoke about the life around her, but she would eavesdrop whenever he was on the phone with one of his friends from the club or as he called them—his brothers.
Billi never understood what her dad meant when he called them his brothers. There wasn't any biological connection between them. It wasn’t until she began her own motorcycle chapter Lady Guardians of Hampton Roads Virginia that she understood.the commrodery and closeness. She had to go through a lot to even become an MC (motorcycle club). When she explained to her father, she was organizing her own MC chapter in their area he explained to her it would be hard because a lot of the male MC’s didn't feel that women should have a MC.
She did her research and found the National Chapter of the Lady Guardians in Reading, Pennsylvania. She reached out to the National President Eva Wyatt aka Lady Justice. Once she spoke with her and learned the ins and outs of what she needed to do to start her own chapter, Billi spoke with her father. She knew that she had to go in front of the Bike Council in her area to gain permission to begin her own chapter it was out of respect. Anyone wanting to begin a new club had to do the same.
A few things played a part in her gaining the yay or nay. Of course, she had to have at least her officers in place, all the females had to have bikes and have ridden for a while, the colors for their vest couldn't be of any rival clubs to keep drama at a minimum, and she had to give the reason of wanting to start a chapter.
After getting all her ducks in a row, she went before the Council again with her officers in place. She explained to the council that her National Chapter fell under The League of Guardians another 1% MC club. Pleased that she did her research, everyone on the council gave their approval.
Her chapter now consisted of twelve females with some potential prospects lined up for their next meeting. She had seven officers including herself. She was the President of the club, and her street name was Isis. Her bike of choice was a pink Suzuki Hyabusa called Cotton Candy. Her Vice President was her childhood friend Zaida "Phoenix" Charles who was an elementary school teacher. The treasurer was Daila "Baby Doll" Blocker, an amateur boxer. The club's PRO (public relations officer) was Delicia "Delicious" Dias who happened to be a probation officer. Kai "Lotus Flower" Linn was the Sergeant at Arms who happened to be a martial arts instructor. The Road Captain was Iyana "Cookie" Smith who happened to be a Chef at Hell's Kitchen. Last but not least, her sidekick whose car she was working on today, Danika "Ghost" Bland the club's secretary.
After they became a club she could say she understood why her father called his MC his brothers. Her Lady Guardians meant the world to her, and they were her ride or die chicks. True they have only been a club for less than a year, but they did a lot to help their community. It was one of the most important things they did as a group besides proving every day they deserved to be a part of the MC world.
"Isis…..earth to Isis. Are you over there thinking about him?"
"Ghost now you know better than that. Why would I be thinking about him? Especially with his uppity ass coming in here expecting to see a man. Men kill me with that. "
"You know some men still struggle with the fact women do men jobs nowadays. The struggle is real, and you already know this with some of the pushback we receive with being an all-female MC."
"Yea the good ole caveman mentality." Isis laughed at her own joke. "Come on here so I can get his vehicle in the garage before I close up shop." The faster she could fix his vehicle the faster she wouldn't have to deal with Mr. male chauvinist.
"Is Lady Justice and the rest of the National Chapter coming down this weekend?"
"Yea. I spoke to her, and she stated they were stopping by before the head to see the two Arlington Chapters here in Virginia. I can't wait to see them again. We need to get a meeting together this Wednesday to go over everything for Unity day, and so everyone's prospects know what is expected of them."
"I will make sure everyone is at the clubhouse on time with their prospects. Alright, let’s get Nasty Grind ready, so I can go test drive her."
"No more burnouts until it's time for the race because I can't get your tires in fast enough."
"Well, you know me I can't promise anything, but I will try," she laughed as she ducked under the hood.
Isis rolled back underneath the car on her creeper to work on the new starter she installed. She hoped that Unity day went off without a hitch. It was the first mass community event her club did with other clubs in the area. As a newer club, they were still getting their feet wet in their area. She met many of the other presidents from the other clubs, which consisted of social clubs, social bike clubs, motorcycle clubs, truck clubs, and car clubs. This Saturday would get them all together, and she could mingle more.
2
Tristan let Michael have it the day he dropped off his Jeep at the garage. He explained how much of an ass he made of himself thanks to him not informing him Billi was a female. Michael said he hadn't been there in awhile and the Billy he meant was an older black male who owned the shop.
It had been a couple of days since he dropped off his vehicle and he hadn't heard a word from Billi. You would think that she was avoiding calling him not that he could blame her. Lucky for him his Jag was finally upgraded, and he was able to drive that to work. However, with the congested traffic during the week, he'd rather drive his Jeep. Some drivers in the Hampton Roads area didn't care if they cut you off or even ride your bumper.
Tristan walked down the hospital hall towards the cafeteria to purchase his lunch. He had three more hours to go on this twelve-hour shift. He had seen enough bullets, stab wounds for a Thursday night, and knew it would probably become worse since it was a Friday. Lucky for him he was off this weekend. He loved his career, but he needed a mental break from it on a weekly basis. As he paid for his sandwich and chips, he felt his phone vibrate in his lab coat. Not recognizing the number, he answered it because when he was working, he never took personal calls until after his shift was over.
"Hello, this is Tristan." He spoke into the receiver as he took a seat at one of the tables in a far corner.
"Mr. Ramsey this is Billi here at the garage."
"Good afternoon Billi. Please tell me you have some good news for me."
"In actuality, I don't. You need two new rotors in the front. They are warped which also means I need to replace the brakes."
"I knew it had something to do with the brakes in some way. Alright, so what will my damage be?"
"It will be around $500. That is including parts and labor."
"How long will it take for it to be ready?"
"By the end of next week, I don't order the parts until you agree to me fixing it."
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"Alright sounds like a plan to me."
"I'll give you a call Mr. Ramsey when I have finished fixing your Jeep."
"Wait, Billi, before you hang up, I want to apologize again for being such an ass towards you the other day. I automatically assumed I was asking for a man. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did when I realized I wasn't."
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Ramsey."
"I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me."
"Have you ever heard that first impressions are everything? Well, yours wasn't impressive at all."
"Well, I do hope that we can start fresh."
"I'm sorry I have some work to do here before the day is over Mr. Ramsey."
"Tristan…" He whispered to the dial tone. She definitely is a feisty female. Making amends would prove to be difficult, but hopefully, he would succeed. Taking a bite of his sandwich, he noticed Michael making his way towards him.
"Man, what a night. I can't believe all the emergencies we had last night."
"Yea. It was a madhouse in here. I could have sworn there was a full moon last night.
"You would have thought so. What's up with your Jeep? Any news on it?"
"I just spoke to Billi. I need new rotors and brakes."
"What you need to do is go ahead and junk that old scrap of junk. You are going to put more money into than it is worth. "
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop talking about my baby Stella?"
"I just don't understand it; you have that beautiful sleek automobile in the parking lot but yet still hung up on that Jeep."
