Page 62 of Clint & Ivy
After Ivy left, I feltlike a goofy kid with an awkward boner. I couldn’t get her out of my mind, and walking around hard wasn’t an option.
I found relief after enjoying her scent on my pillows and imagining the feel of her in my arms.
My head didn’t clear like I expected even after I came. I still felt Ivy with me, even as I headed down to the garage. She was a stranger days ago. Now, she owned my every thought.
Rowdy and Rock were sitting on their rides, debating whose dog made the larger turds. I hoped I didn’t look as weak as I felt. The men sized me up, maybe searching for weakness. If they spotted any, they didn’t mention it.
We left the garage and rode northwest toward the Sorority House. Most of the foxes wouldn’t be up this early, meaning we’d have a quiet house to stretch out in and discuss the upcoming meeting with the Black Rainbow MC.
The Sorority House was located in a wealthier side of Little Memphis. Most homes in that area were standard brick, two-story affairs with fenced front yards for their horses.
The Sorority House was a whole other beast. Back when the house was colonial style, a family ran their funeral home out of the location. Later, a wealthy family from Savannah infused the big white box of a house with southern charm. They installed a wrap-around porch on both floors and widened the front columns.
When the house came on the market, after years of neglect, I had the idea to buy it for the foxes. They were always bunking with each other in various locations. They also tended to annoy their neighbors with their late-night parties and early morning chat sessions.
Sitting on acreage, the Sorority House allowed the foxes privacy. To the south was a golf course. To the north was a cornfield. They could play their music as loud as they wanted without complaint.
The front iron gates opened once I put in the security code. We rolled onto the currently quiet property. A Belgian Malinois mix napped in the gazebo to the right of the front porch. Death to Missouri ignored our motorcycles rolling in and parking on the circular driveway. He wasn’t housebroken and spent all his time outside, unlike the other dogs who called the Sorority House home.
Rowdy and Rock remained outside on the porch while I grabbed cans of iced tea from the kitchen overlooking the family room. As I exited the house, I heard someone moving around upstairs.
“I messaged Devin about joining us at the meeting,” I told the men, mentioning my uncle as I sat in one of the porch’s pink wicker chairs. “I don’t want the cops or feds getting any ideas about showing up.”
“I assume you’re thinking the heat would come from Louisiana law,” Rock said, cracking open his drink. “Unless you have a reason to worry about our people in Arkansas.”
“I have no reason to trust the Black Rainbow crew. It’s possible they have a deal with their cops to look the other way as long as Zodiac offers up other power players. I’m not looking to be taken down by the Whitey Bulger special.”
Deep in thought, Rock eyed the front of the property. “The Black Rainbow club has been in flux ever since Wrecker stepped down. I’ve heard good and bad shit about Zodiac,” Rock said and shrugged. “Mostly bad. Apparently, he’s an arrogant twat who doesn’t play nice.”
“I’m not looking to make friends with the guy, but he might be a useful ally,” I replied and then asked the same question Rock asked me in several texts, “Who do we bring?”
Rock flashed a sly grin, knowing I was testing him. “Rowdy should come.”
My cousin nodded in between yawns. “Sabrina wants to come.”
Rock instantly frowned at me to see if I would agree.
“I think we should bring mostly foxes,” I told Rock. “We can tell a lot about Black Rainbow’s management and muscle by how they respond to women in the mix.”
“Depends on what you’re looking to gain from this meeting. Do we want an alliance with these fuckers? Or are we trying to scare them out of Arkansas?”
“Maybe neither. I’m not sure what their club has to offer us. Also, any alliance with them would mean nothing if Tricky and the Jokers weren’t onboard. Tricky is talking of banning the Black Rainbow members from riding our roads. He’s getting a bug up his ass from those new Baton Rouge recruits.”
“So why meet with these fuckers?” Rowdy asked us.
“Zodiac has wanted to meet for a while. If Tricky’s new recruits are bringing trouble from Baton Rouge, we shouldn’t remain in the dark.”
“Tricky claims the Black Rainbow club want Little Memphis,” Rock muttered.
“He told me the same thing.”
Rowdy’s casual expression turned menacing. “Tricky’s new guys think it’s funny to hassle the foxes. I was around when a few of them tried wagging their dicks at Jas and Dalisay. Those boys were lucky they weren’t facing off with Sabrina.”
“He’s not vetting these fuckers,” Rock sneered and shook his head. “He also doesn’t demand obedience. These dumbasses are new toourtown. They shouldn’t be hassling anyone, especially not people wearing our patch.”
Sensing the mood turning dark around me, I muttered, “Tricky got a big head when he first created the Jokers. He had strong, experienced guys. But my dad and other older members are retiring. The guys we grew up with are joining our club rather than the Jokers. Tricky feels weak, so he’s grabbing any available tough guy to increase his numbers.”
“You’re assuming Tricky is doing this shit out of ego and not because he’s got nefarious plans for us,” Rock spat at me. “You underestimate him.”
