Chapter 5

A few hours have now gone by. Heather and I went over the two locations that I will work on. The club's bar and the club's garage. The Vice president handled the bar, and the Sergeant at arms handled the garage.

She revealed to me that the garage isn't just a normal repair shop, they build custom bikes and people come from different states just to buy a motorcycle from the Grim Rider's MC.

She explained I will have to go over the inventory for each location and make sure at the end of each week that the receipts the Managers will hand over to me to match up with the inventory. If I have seen something missing, I was to discuss that with the President.

Simple enough.

I was doing that for the pharmacy I formerly worked at.

Once we were done going over the paperwork, she wanted to take my on a tour of both locations, and I was pretty excited to get started.

When we were walking out of the clubhouse on the way to the garage, I had found out what she meant about the sex in public thing. I saw Tiny binding over a slender naked blonde over the pool table, and I covered my eyes when I saw his white ass facing towards us.

“Like I said, you will get used to it,” she giggled as we walked out the double doors.

I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing that. I'm not a prude, I have seen plenty of people making up and dry humping in those barrooms, but full-blown fucking in public, never. That was something I would definitely be having to get used to.

The garage was big, I expected it to a little shop, but nope. It was almost the side of the clubhouses itself, which is saying something because that place is huge. If Tiny hadn't shown me around, I would have surly gotten lost in my search for Heather.

While we were walking through, my eyes roamed over the few bikes the workers were working on, and I got to say, I'm not a motorcycle girl, but my daddy was certainly a motorcycle man, and he would have loved to have one of these. The custom paint jobs was beautiful.

Real art work was being produced in this garage. No wonder they had people from all over coming here to buy one. They looked spectacular. Heather made sure I knew that each bike was one of a kind. None ever looked the same and even if someone requested theirs to look like another's, both parties had to agree before the Grim Rider's would proceed.

The bar was not a hole in the wall place like I was expecting, and honestly, after seeing the garage I shouldn't have been so surprised. They didn't do anything half ass because it was more like a nightclub than a bar. Two pool tables one on each side of the room, a dance floor in the middle, tables, and chairs circling the dance floor because they also served appetizers.

We went over the payroll sheets, she told me that I didn't need to keep up with the tips any of them made, that was part of the managers' job, I only had to write up the checks for their weekly salaries. I wasn't allowed to write my own, the president will be writing mine.

We are now standing in the parking lot between our vehicles as she leaned against her car, holding her basket of fries she ordered and asked. “You think you can handle it all, Riley?”

“I handled those things for my previous job. I assure you I can handle it all, Heather,” I told her gently.

And I could.

I was damn good at my job.

“I'm not talking about the work part of the job, I'm talking about being brought into the MC life,”

“I mean I'm not exactly accustomed to how the MC lifestyle works, but I am a fast learner, I'll get there,” I informed her because it was definitely the truth.

Over the past few weeks, I have stepped over my normal comfort line.

“It took me a while. The drinking, drugs and partying can be a bit much sometimes, but like I said, they are all good men. It's worth it to work for them, trust me. They even do poker runs for children's hospitals,” she explained.

“Poker run?” I asked confused.

I know what poker is obviously, but a poker run? Do they just ride around and play poker?

I don't get it.

“The club rides around and stops at seven check points to grab one card, at the end of the run, that's the hand you have to play with,” she smiled and added. “It's all for charity, so most of the guys don't care if they have a shifty hand. But if they're playing in the clubhouse? Shit gets serious. I whopped Brick's ass so hard one night that he actually stopped calling me my club nickname,” she laughed.

“What is your nickname?” I asked curiously.

“Buster,” she sighed and rolled her eyes. “They say it's because I'm always busting their balls, but I don't see it. Anyway, the clubs having a party tonight at the bar for the President's birthday. You should come. Get to know your new co-workers,”

“Is that a good idea? I never partied with my boss before. Doesn't that seem unprofessional?” I asked.

“Nah, they don't care, they encourage it. The MC really is just one big family and once you become one of them when you start the job, they will see you as such and will expect you to show up at events like that,” she responded.

“When I start it?” I asked, excited. Doss this mean I got the job?

“Yes when you start. Congrats. You got the job. You will start tomorrow, anytime you want. I have been so busy packing that I haven't gone over any paperwork from the week. I'm actually going to go ahead and head back home tonight. I will tell the President that I have found my replacement and that you will start tomorrow,” she giggled as the smile on my face grew bigger and bigger.

“Thank you. I'm excited to get started,”

“Tonight just have fun. Drink a few. Meet some of them. You will have a good time, I promise, and I'll only be a phone call away if you need any help until you get the hang of everything,” she explained.

“I appreciate that,” I told her because I seriously did. I didn't want to be thrown to the wolves, and knowing I can call her if I need is a big relief.

We said our goodbyes and I headed home, wondering if I should just go to the party tonight, meet the people I would be working for and have some fun with them.

“Just go have some fun,” I told myself.

And I decided that I was going to go and celebrate my new bosses' birthday at the bar, and hopefully meet a few people that I could potentially call friends. I have to start making some eventually, tonight seems like the best night to day that.

I had a couple of friends in my old town. Those women were also dating, married or engaged to Paul's friends and that meant once they found out about I did, he would get all the friendships. If I'm being honest, that's totally okay with me. They were boring, just like Paul. We had one girl's night every two weeks and those girl nights were tedious, not fun, and I'm pretty sure I feel asleep a few times.

Book club.

That was what they considered girl nights and while I enjoy a good book and being brought on a new adventure in my head, I didn't like the types of books they picked for the month.

Self-help books.

All I remember was the books started with a C.

They were not fun to read. In fact, I only read each book halfway through, I got bored with it and couldn't continue reading it. I would sit there in my bed reading the same paragraph over and over because I really wasn't paying attention and I knew they would be asking questions on the pages at the next meeting.

Don't get me wrong, at the time they were okay. Book club got me out of the house, I got to hang out with my friends, and at first, the idea seemed thrilling. I thought we were going to be reading some steamy smut novels and hide them from our husband's.

Not the case at all.

“Meow," I hear a soft whine coming from the flower bed next to my apartment building as I'm walking inside.

That little helpless meow cut through those memories and brought me happily back into the present.

I stopped walking and looked towards the bushes and my eyes landed on the cutest little chubby cat that I ever saw. It looked to be about a few months old and by the way he was looking up at me, pretty hungry and alone.

“Well, aren't you the cutest little thing,” I whispered and tried my best to talk calmly, so I wouldn't frighten the little thing away and stuck out my hand.

“Meow,” the kitty purred, and lazily walked towards my outstretched palm.

I gently and slowly ran my hands over the kitten's head. As soon as he leaned against my palm and rubbed against it, I picked him up.

“You are just so cute. You haven't been skipping any meals, have you?” I asked the kitchen and smiled when I got a purr noise in response. “I have to get ready to go out. Be safe out there. Don't pass on any roads,” I ordered, and set the kitty on the grass.

I turned and started walking up the steps to my apartment building, and just as my hands touched the door to push it open, I heard the little patter of feet running up behind me. I turned around and saw the black and white kitty looking up at me with sad eyes and my heartbroken when it tried to claw its way up my pants leg.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I don't want animals in side. They leave hair everywhere, and it's a mess to clean,” I whined like a pitiful child. "Go. Shoo, shoo,' I waved my arms, trying to get the kitten to run down the steps, but it either didn't understand me or was entirely ignoring me.

I never had a pet, never wanted a pet. A few of my friends had animals inside their homes and I would always come home with animal hairs all over me, and Paul was also allergic.

No.

Wait.

New life, fresh me.

“Okay, fine. You can stay with me. I have a few rules though, and you're going to follow them buddy,” I cautioned the cat, bent over and plucked him off the ground. “You didn't need to look at me with those adorable eyes like that,” I fussed at him.

“You are not allowed to climb on my kitchen counter,” I instructed the kitten, who was happy playing with my shirt as I pushed through the apartment building doors. “My kitchen is my kitchen and,” I kept explaining why he or she wasn't allowed on the kitchen counters when I discovered loud footsteps coming up behind me.

“Hello gorgeous,”

I whirled around as soon as I heard the apartment manager's raspy voice.

“Oh hello Mike,” I retorted kindly and plastered a fake smile on my face.

“Having any problems?” He asked, eyes roaming down and stopping on my chest.

Creep.

“No, everything is working just fine,” I responded, wanting to just walk away from him but also knowing if I did, he would just start staring at something else.

“Oh well, remember I'm always around,” he reminded me, even though I was fully aware he was constantly around because the man didn't seem like he got out too much, if you know what I mean.

Food stained shirt.

Unwashed hair.

Ewe.

“Yes, thank you. I changed my locks yesterday myself, so I'm sure if I have any problems, I can handle it. Have a fantastic day,” I told him and turned away, needing a bath because now I felt disgusting knowing he was looking at my ass.

I tried my hardest not to let my ass cheeks sway when I walked, but I'm a thick girl, and my hips don't lie.

“Now. What should we call you cutie?” I asked the kitten as I walked us up the stairs to my apartment.