by K E Osborn
Pulling up to the wrought iron gates, the fence has the club logo inset on the iron bars, the skulls on the edge of the motors tinted with a green hue making me excited at the slight difference to our logo. The only difference is it’s only the emblem, no wording.
It makes sense.
No need to advertise in plain sight who’s behind the gates.
They open without me having to do anything, and I ride straight through onto the gravel path, past a grassy area, up to a giant red-brick building. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this place was a damn farmhouse not a fucking clubhouse.
That’s probably the idea.
As I ride in the fresh air even with the bitter chill from the winter bite, the slight rays of sunshine through the overcast sky, I can see why Torque’s mother, Freckles, loved it here. Not here at this particular club, but here in Ireland. She was born here. She married here. And she and Guinness migrated from Ireland to Chicago when shit went down here with the Irish mob. I guess it’s why Chicago Defiance have never really been to Ireland. It’s something Freckles doesn’t go into details about, but we all know without them fleeing Ireland, Chicago Defiance would never have been born.
So for that, we’re all eternally grateful.
Pulling up my hired ride near their bikes, I can’t help but take in the oddness of some of their rides. One of them has a sidecar. I suppose it’s not that strange, just not something we’re used to, and another has the strangest handlebars I’ve ever seen. They kind of take on the shape of horns. Weird.
I have no idea what the fuck I’m about to walk into. I turn off my ride, take off the helmet, and step up to the wooden door. It opens before I have a chance to even knock to a woman with brilliant red curls and the brightest of smiles. But that’s not what grabs my attention. It’s the fact her tits are hanging out of the tight-as-fuck corseted Irish maid outfit—white boobs and sleeves, green dress, thigh-high white socks, and high-as-hell black heels.
“All right there, bud?” she asks, her voice soft and sweet, unlike her attire.
I’m a little stunned as I clear my throat keeping my eyes on her face. “Yeah. Name’s Ace from Chicago Defiance. Here to talk to Warden.”
Her eyes light up while she eyes me up and down as she reaches out wrapping her arm around my shoulder and pulls me inside. “Well, why didn’t ye say so, instead of standin’ there like a muppet? C’mon in, I’ll get the pres for ye.”
She drags me inside hanging on to me like I’m her lifeline as Dropkick Murphys sing their song Kiss Me, I’m Shitfaced over the speakers through the clubhouse. I walk through the hall and into the main area to see a room that appears to be more like an old Irish pub. There’s a big wooden bar even with a glowing Guinness sign, stools, and booths at the other side of the room. It’s decked out in wooden furnishings, tartans, and greens. Honestly, you’d think this is a fucking pub. I’m kind of thrown back as I walk through. Bikers sit around drinking as the sound of pool balls clanking together draw my attention. I turn to see two bikers playing billiards in another room which is like a game room. It’s set up with pool tables, dart boards, and I think I even see a pinball machine in there too as red drags me toward the stairs.
“Ah… where are we going, red?”
Her head snaps to me, her eyes glaring. “You takin’ the piss?”
I raise my hands, shaking my head. “No, ma’am.”
She flashes me a toothy grin and continues to lead me up the stairs. “Good thing, boyo, or we’d be havin’ words, you and me.”
My eyes widen as I take her in. “You have a lot of sass for a club girl.”
She stops dead still and folds her arms over her buxom chest. We’re only halfway up the stairs, from the look in her eyes she might just push me back down them. “You think me a common whore?”
Fuck! I have no idea what to do right now. She grabs my arm and yanks me heading up the stairs. “You just wait till I tell Scotty about this, boyo.” An angelic giggle echoes from her lips like she’s enjoying herself while I still have no idea what the fuck’s going on.
We reach the top of the stairs which enters another hall, and she leads me to a room then gently raps on the door.
“What d’ya want?” a voice calls out from behind it.
“Sorry to interrupt, but the muppet from Chicago is here.”
I narrow my eyes at her as the door swings open forcefully to a man with a beard and a flat cap, sporting a grumpy looking face. But then he notices red, and he softens. “Why’s he muppet, my love?” he asks in a Scottish accent unlike all the Irish surrounding me.
She lets go of my arm folding her arms over her chest. “Called me a common whore, Scotty.”
Scotty puffs out his chest like he’s ready to lay his fist into me fast as another man steps into the doorway. He’s a little younger, about Torque’s age. Has a strong vibe about him as he eyes me up and down. “Easy, Scotty, I’m sure it’s a misunderstandin’. Ace, this lady here be Fae. Scotty’s Old Lady. What made you think she was a whore?”
I simply take in her outfit as Scotty and the new guy both seem to understand immediately. “Fae darlin’, go get the rest of the old ladies ready for the party. Tell the club girls to get the ale flowin’. We have a guest, and we’re gonna celebrate.”
“Aye, pres.” Fae glares at me, then her gaze shifts to Scotty, and she winks at him then flitters off like a little fairy.
I stifle a laugh. Seems old ladies are just as feisty here as they are at home. I turn back to the president, Warden, and Scotty, who opens the door further, and I sigh. “Sorry, I’m not used to old ladies dressing like that, it’s normally a club girl thing back home.”
Scotty belly laughs. “Aye, she’s a right peach, my Fae. Oh, I have the glad eye for her.”
Warden shakes his head, pushing Scotty back inside the room. “Ignore the stook, he’s a lovesick fool. Easy mistake to make, brother. They don’t normally dress like that. It’s theme night.” He dips his head. “You understand?”
I tilt my head. “Dress ups?”
He shrugs. “You can’t control the women, boyo. They want to dress up on occasion, you fuckin’ let ‘em. Plus, it’s only good for us.”
Laugher echoes from behind the door. “I get it. My Old Lady dresses up all the time for work. Some of the stuff she gets into… well, it’s even more fun taking it off.”
The guys all agree as Warden and Scotty move out of the way to lead me inside, I’m assuming, their chapel. I stride in taking in the giant wooden table, the taxidermy animal heads on the wall making it feel like a hunting lodge in here. It’s so different from Chicago, but it’s theirs, and it suits them.
Scotty shuts the door and pulls out a seat from the table for me to sit on. I glance around the room noticing the other bikers. I take in the names on their patches.
I glace at the VP, Heathrow. Then there’s Crank, Tatoes, and Ram. I notice Equalizer who came to Chicago a few years back, and I tip my head to him. He does the same.
“Guys, great to meet you all.”
“Pleasure to have you here, Ace. Now, I know you didn’t come here to slap each other’s backs and braid each other’s hair. So, how about we talk some business?” Heathrow asks a little more grumpily than the other two.
I fold my hands together into a tight fist and lean onto the table. “Well, let me talk to you about what Chicago has to offer.”
The club girls, who are dressed more like our club girls back home, and the Old Ladies, who there aren’t that many of, are rushing about getting all the food ready while my new friends and me drink Guinness in the pub-style clubroom and generally have a good time.
I wish Starlet were here she’d be loving this. I hope I can bring her here to meet them before we have to fly out to the next city.
“So really, you shoved a potato down his throat?” I ask Tatoes.
Tatoes stretches out his legs, his eyes glazing over like he’s reliving the memory. “Aye, the smarmy bastard had it comin’. You try
it on with me sister, and I’m gonna choke ye with a potato.”
Everyone cracks up laughing, including me. “So wait, was this just the one guy who tried it on with your sister?”
He curls up his lip. “No. You dense, boyo? Every lad who’s tried it on with her. She’s my baby sister. No man can touch her.”
I glance at Warden and he rolls his eyes while drinking his beer like he’s heard this all a thousand times before.
My mind wanders to Starlet and what she’d be doing about now, so I yank out my cell and start texting.
Me: How’d your thing go? Wow them all as usual?
I smirk at myself for no apparent reason other than the beer is kicking in as she replies.
Starlet: General interview hubbub. How’s the Dublin brothers? You getting along?
I scoff out a laugh as I take another sip of my beer and type out my reply.
Me: Hubbub, who says that? And seriously gorgeous, you have to meet these guys, they’re crazy… in a good way… I think. I totally understand Freckles more now lol
I glance up to see Tatoes watching me and raise my brow at him. “Texting my Old Lady,” I tell him. He nods and goes about his business as Starlet’s reply comes in.
Starlet: Freckles really is an interesting character. If their whole club is like her then yeah, I can see why you’re having fun. Take your time, do your duty, I know why you’re there, it’s all good. Just make sure when you crawl into my bed tonight you’re naked and ready to go. I’ve been thinking of you all afternoon.
I smirk, taking a sip of my beer, my cock instantly approving of this idea.
Fae walks over swapping out my nearly empty beer for another, and I grimace. At this rate, I’m not going to be able to ride back to Starlet tonight and that’s not an option after a text like that. “Thanks, Fae.”
“With a smirk like that, ye better be enjoying me ale and not the view, boyo,” she chides.
I glance at her snorting out a laugh. “No offense, Fae, but I’m chatting to my Old Lady. She’s the one making me smirk.”
Her eyes narrow on me like she’s studying me intensely. I wonder what the fuck she’s doing when a dog runs in. A little black Scottish Terrier. It runs right up to me and starts to sniff my leg, then sits at my feet like he’s happy I’m here. Fae lets out a ‘huh’ sound and tilts her head. “Well, if Dog likes ye, then I guess I have to as well.” She turns walking off. “C’mon, Dog,” she calls out and the terrier aptly races off after her.
I shake my head as I return to my cell.
Me: I’ll be there as soon as I can, babe. I’ll let you know when I’m leaving. Hopefully, I won’t be too much longer, especially knowing you’re waiting for me. I love you Starlet, I’ll see you soon. xo
I hit send and place my cell in my pocket knowing I’m probably being rude as I glance at Scotty to see him watching me. “You saw the bike outside with the sidecar?” I nod wondering where this is going. “When I ride, I like to take Dog with me. It’s how I got the name Scotty. ‘Cause I like Scottish Terriers.”
I raise my brows. “Not ‘cause you’re a Scotsman?”
His torso bops up and down a couple of times with the humor of the question. “Everyone thinks it’s that simple, but no, it’s because of Dog and the fact he rides with me, so does Fae. We all ride together.”
What a great idea riding with your family. I want a family with Starlet. I know while she’s in the height of her career, it’s not an option, but one day. For now, I’ll have to settle for spending the time with her when I can and moving from town to town.
“Family’s important, my Old Lady’s too busy to start one right now, but one day, we’ll get there,” I admit.
“Your Old Lady, though, Ace, she’s a real hottie. Neve De Villa, how the hell did ye get so lucky?” Tatoes calls out.
“I don’t know, fellas, I honestly don’t know.”
“Hey, we got a problem, Warden,” Ram calls out over the general racket of the clubroom. He rushes over to us holding a piece of paper.
“Well, you gonna stand there all day shakin’ ye cock? What is it?” Warden asks as I listen in.
“When Ace arrived, I put my trackers on the Irish mobs, ye know because of everythin’ that happened in the past with Freckles and Guinness. I just wanted to make sure if anythin’ activated, we were notified.”
My heart starts to race as I stare at the piece of paper in Ram’s hands like it could be a harbinger of death. It sobers me up pretty fucking fast.
“Get on with it, boyo,” Warden yells.
Ram stares directly at me and winces. “It seems we have chatter.”
A cold sweat invades my entire body as I grit my teeth. “Chatter about what?”
He takes a deep breath. “About Chicago. They noticed your arrival, traced where ye from, and then fact-checked everyone at Chicago Defiance.”
I stand abruptly from the table spilling my beer slightly as I wait for him to finish. “They know Freckles is there.”
Fuck! I start to pace the clubroom floor, I feel panic setting in.
“And Torque, Trax, and Neala.”
Fuck.
“That’s not all, Ace.”
I snap around, my eyes wide, my muscles taut with tension. “What?” I practically yell.
“They just bought plane tickets to Chicago.”
Holy shit!
in
Defiance: The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 7
to be released in
late 2019
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Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
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