We stopped by my mom’s yesterday, but again, she wasn’t home. I wanted her to get to meet Viking. It was the same way as before with my dad and brother’s Softails parked there and the truck missing. I’m starting to freak out; it’s been two months since I’ve physically seen her and about a month that we’ve spoken to each other and not just in random messages.
Viking told me that he was meeting with Prez today but that he wasn’t going to the barbecue. I’m relieved I won’t have to worry about a confrontation, but I was kind of hoping to at least ask if he’s seen her. I just want to make sure she’s okay. In her last message she sounded like she was desperate to see me, but now it’s almost as if she’s avoiding me.
There’s nothing I can do, besides keep trying and ask my dad or Brently if I see them.
Once my mom’s famous Italian pasta salad is complete, I paint on some light makeup and dig through my closet. I need to find something that’s fit for a biker bitch to wear but also says I’m the Ol’ Lady to a President of an outlaw MC. One benefit of having my mom as the Prez’ Ol’ Lady, she knew how to dress.
Settling on some thigh-high black leather boots with four-inch heels, I pair them with a cherry red leather miniskirt and my black Harley tank top. Finishing the look, I use a blood red lipstick that’s smudge proof and tie my hair in a high ponytail. We’ll be riding his bike, and I’m not showing up with my hair looking like a hot mess.
His stack of bandanas that I washed sits folded perfectly on the counter spurring my idea further. I pick out the nicest looking black one, fold it a few times and wrap it over my hair. It reminds me of those workout headbands you use to hold your bangs back; only this one is much more badass.
“Odin, do you drive? I can’t carry the pasta salad on Viking’s bike; the bowl’s too large.” He doesn’t respond, so I turn around to make sure I’m not waking him up or something.
I’m met with large eyes and his mouth slightly hanging open.
“Odin?”
“You’re wearing that?”
“Umm, yes. Is it not good?”
“Do you want my brother to kill someone tonight? ‘Cause if you wear that outfit, that’s what will end up happening.”
“Whatever, it’ll be fine.” I laugh and roll my eyes. “Do you drive?”
“I can.”
“Perfect, I need you to follow us with the pasta salad.”
“Cool.”
“Thanks.”
He nods and the front door opens; Viking’s finally back.
“Hey! How’d it go?”
Viking takes his boots off next to the door like I previously asked him to and started peeling the few chunky rings he wears and such off, not glancing up yet. “Fucking perfect. We did a little tweaking and shit, but overall it’s going to work out. We’re going to settle about twenty miles out at an old pig farm. Best fuckin’ part is, your dad’s gonna work with me on making him payments so I can start the build on the club right away.”
“That’s amazing news!”
“Yeah, I’m so fucking stoked.” He glances up and goes silent, just standing and staring.
“Vike?” I raise my eyebrow.
“I’m going to kill someone tonight,” he finally answers, and Odin pops in.
“Told you.”
“Should I change?” I don’t want to and wouldn’t any other time, but this is the first time he’s riding with his club to meet another MC. I want it to be his night.
“Fuck no; you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Hell, yeah,” Odin comments and Viking growls.
“Shut up.” His eyes glaze over looking at me again. “I need to shower, or we’ll never fucking leave.” He storms off, and I do a little dance inside, knowing that I’ve made him proud.
The ride over isn’tbad at all; if anything, I’m really starting to enjoy Viking sharing this with me. I know he loves the wind and road when he’s on his Harley, and that means something special to me because I love him. Pulling into the Compound is a little nerve racking. I was made to stay away basically my entire life and now to be invited, is just surreal.