Moose shook his head and turned away from us as Fox gave Maze a smile that I imagined he thought was charming or sexy, but even to me it looked creepy as fuck.
"The open bunk is above me," Duke said and, if I wasn't mistaken, he meant it as a comfort. I was left wondering if maybe he picked up on Fox's creep vibe and Moose's animosity like I had. If so, it was yet another thing that worked in his favor.
"Works for me," Maze said, shrugging, slipping her hands into her butt pockets and it made her tits press out invitingly.
I sucked in a breath, reminding myself that Reign said she was off limits, and took a step away. "I'll leave you guys to get acquainted. Meet me at the bar in an hour and we'll discuss jobs. Maze, you should run and grab some of your shit."
Because the first plan of the Maze Takedown was to have her working ungodly hours days in a row, seeing if that was enough to break her before I had to get more creative. She wouldn't be allowed to leave the compound. She'd be lucky if she had time to change her clothes.--"You know the wrath of shit you're going to get from the girls if they find out what you are up to?" Cash asked as I moved into the kitchen to grab coffee.
"I don't even want to think of the lecture Janie is going to give me," I agreed, shaking my head. Janie might have been Wolf's woman, but she was one of the best friends I had. She was a genuine pain in the ass with all the charm of a porcupine, but there was something about her foot-in-mouth tendencies, about her spine of steel, about her resilience despite everything she had been through that made you have to like her. It also helped that she was one of the very few people I could count on being awake if I called at three A.M when sleep was a foreign concept and the walls were closing in and I needed to get out. Janie had nightmares too. She understood. And she would meet me for coffee or beer or just conversation on occasion.
That being said, Janie would string me up by my balls and carve a fucking Rosie the Riveter image into my flesh if she knew I was blindly following orders to make a girl's life a living hell so she would quit the MC just for the reason that she was a girl.
"You disagree with Reign?" Cash asked, running a hand up the shaved side of his head.
"That's not my place."
"Chrissake, Repo, you can have an opinion. We all have opinions."
"And yours?" I asked, leaning against the counter.
Cash, maybe because he grew up with Reign, was a lot more free with his thoughts and feelings regarding club business. And Reign wasn't a dick. He was open to ideas and opinions though it was commonly known that the ultimate decision was his and his alone.
Cash shrugged. "I don't feed too much into the sexism bullshit, but I can honestly see both sides here. This is and has always been a brotherhood. Bringing women into the fold could cause conflict with the older members. And Maze will have to put up with the guys being dicks to her all the time. This isn't exactly a gentlemen's club and most the members are used to seeing women just one way."
"Maybe she's okay with having to eke her way up in the ranks."
"Maybe. Maybe not. I guess time will tell. If you do your worst and she still doesn't break, I don't know what the fuck Reign is gonna do," he said, clamping a hand on my shoulder as he made his way back out into the main room.
Yeah. I didn't know what the fuck I was going to do if I couldn't get her to quit.
I'd never disappointed Reign before.
I got on his good side when, as a probate still, I had tried my best to fight off the mother fucker who kidnapped his woman. Then, barely healed, I had charged in to fight her out of a shit situation at his side. I was pushed through to being patched as soon as possible after that.
Since then, I held down shit at the compound. I was there when the bombs went off and blew Reign's torture shed to kingdom come. I kept the probates in line. I made the club money with my car restoration. I went on runs when they needed me to.
It was maybe a little pathetic of me, but I needed Reign's approval. I needed his faith in me.
So, while my opinion was that it was fucked up to haze a probate just because she happened to be a woman, I was going to do whatever was necessary to stay in my boss' favor.