“Thank you, Gage. That means a lot.”
We stayed in our same spots as we both drank our beers, and then she said, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” She had no idea that I meant literally anything. Whatever she wanted, I would hand to her on a silver fucking platter.
“The leather vest you wear, what is it exactly?” And that was the last thing I thought she was going to ask me. Was I single? What was my favorite sex position? Damn.
I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face and the chuckle. “First of all, it’s not called a leather vest, it’s called a kutte. I’m a member of Wrath MC, Dogwood chapter.”
She narrowed her eyes and asked in a cute little tone, “Is that what the bottom thingy means?”
Laughing softly, I said, “It’s called a rocker, and yeah. The top rocker is my club’s name and the bottom rocker is the chapter I’m a part of.”
“And the stuff on the front?” She nodded her head.
I pointed to my name that sat above my officer patch. “I’m the Sergeant at Arms.”
“And that one percent patch?”
“Means we are one-percenters, babe. We adhere to our own codes and laws.”
“Gotcha. So are y’all your own club or are y’all a part of a bigger club?”
“Right now, we have three charters. The founding President and his club are in Clearwater, North Carolina. Our charter is the second and the third charter is set up in Pinewood Lake, South Carolina. In a few years, Cotton wants to expand to other states.”
“That’s really cool. I’ve never met someone that was a part of a motorcycle club.”
“There isn’t anything else like it.” I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was proud to be a member of Wrath Motorcycle Club. And her returning smile proved that.
“I like that. And the bike you ride? Is it a Harley Davidson?”
“Yeah, that one is a 2013 Fat Boy.” She looked at me and laughed. I knew what was coming next, judging by her wicked gleam in those crystal blue eyes.
“A Fat Boy?” She hid her smile behind her beer bottle.
Smirking, I said, “Yep.”
“You’re not fat, far from it.” As soon as she said that, I watched her cheeks flush.
“I know, but it’s a mean machine.” I bared my teeth at her, causing that beautiful smile on her face to hold true.
“And the bike you are working on now?”
“Not in anyone’s best interest to talk about it, but it’s extremely rare.” She simply nodded in return.
That was when her sliding glass door opened and out walked Collins. “Feeling okay baby?”
Collins nodded and climbed up on Conleigh’s lap. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
Taking the beer from her and wanting to give them some time, I said, “I’m going to get back to my bike. Remember what I said, Conleigh.”
I didn’t wait for her answer, just tossed our bottles in my trash and got back to work on the bike.
It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes later that I heard someone’s feet shuffling in my driveway.
Lifting my head, it was to see Collins. She stopped in her tracks and asked, “Mommy told you?”
Nodding, while keeping my eyes locked with hers, I said, “Yeah sweetheart, she told me.”