Tabby, on the other hand, was melding herself to me.
I didn’t question it and I didn’t mind it. Her relationship with her mother was strained (to say the least), something it wasn’t hard to notice at first because it was so out there, it was in your face. But since then I’d discovered it was more. From what I could tell, Naomi loved Rush and showed it. Her daughter, not so much. Why, I didn’t know. But it was happening.
Therefore Tabby had latched onto me as the woman in her life. I liked it because I liked kids so I just liked it but also because Tabby was sweet, charming and funny. I enjoyed her company immensely and we had a good time together. It helped that I was giving her that. It felt good. A good woman in a teenage girl’s life was important and it was cool as all heck she chose me.
Tabby was shopping for school clothes. I was still on my mission to dress like Brandi from Storage Wars, a show that Rush now taped for me so I didn’t miss it and caught up on episodes when I was at Tack’s. So I needed Brandi clothes. They were probably going to be one size bigger than what I normally wore but… whatever.
“Gotcha,” Tack replied.
“I’ll call her and tell her to come down the mountain and meet me at my place at ten.”
“Make it noon.”
“Malls open at ten, Tack.”
“And my woman’ll hit them after I have plenty of time to hit her.”
Oh.
Well then.
“Right,” I said into the phone through a smile. “Noon then.”
“Right. Noon,” he confirmed and I could hear his smile. “And do me a favor. Top drawer, back, in the dresser in my room in the Compound is an envelope. Go in, grab it and bring it home. I’ll need it tomorrow.”
A mysterious envelope.
Hmm.
“Got it,” I replied. “Top drawer, back.”
“Right, darlin’. You leavin’ soon?”
I looked at the bottom right corner of my computer screen to see it was ten after five. Part of being Tack’s woman, him being my boss and living the biker life with a biker, my eight to five workdays became nebulous. Weeks ago, Tack told me my responsibility was to get the work done, how I saw about doing that was up to me. It didn’t matter what the office hours said on the door, I went in when I went in, I left when I left and as long as the work got done, he didn’t care. If I didn’t happen to be there to take a call, customers would have to deal and I found they did. They knew they were dealing with bikers.
Bikers didn’t do office hours.
This I liked a lot. I didn’t take this freedom and f**k over Tack, Ride and thus Chaos. I got the job done and these days that meant actually getting it done without f**king up, finding or calling Tack to ask how I’d f**ked up and then redoing it properly. Sometimes Tack rolled in with me on the back of his bike at seven, seven thirty in the morning and I’d get started then. Other times, or, say, after energetic mornings it was closer to nine (or even ten). Sometimes, we swung out of the forecourt close to six at night. I worked until I didn’t need to anymore and if Tack wasn’t ready to go or he wasn’t around and I didn’t have my car, one of the boys took me home or I hung in the store, in the office, in the Compound common area or outside it with the boys.
Life was, except for the upcoming rivers of Russian mob blood, entirely stress free.
And thus life was, except for the Russian mob, entirely good.
“Yeah,” I answered Tack. “Closing up shop now.”
“I’ll call Tug, find out where he is and either he or I’ll call you back and give you his ETA.”
“Thanks, honey.”
“Later, babe.”
“Later, Tack.”
He disconnected. I flipped my phone closed and then I shut down the office. I grabbed my phone and my purse, headed out, locked up and clicked on my high heels to the Compound.
As I moved over the tarmac of the forecourt, I noticed there was only one bike outside the Compound. This I found surprising. It didn’t take a master strategist to figure out that Dog’s text and Tack’s call stating he would be late meant Tack had given them the order to be on some mission. Their missions didn’t always require every member in attendance, this was true. But if it didn’t, there were always at least two or more bikes outside the Compound.
I’d never seen only one.