Chapter 31 ~ Getting Organised
The plan for the girls was set. Some Ludwig bloke had flown in with his partner and their assistant. The girls had advised us about their sexual preference, expecting The Road Warriors to have a problem with it. But, none of us cared. Shit, like I said, ‘as long as the blokes don’t grab no cunt’s cock without permission, I think we’re good.’
Priya still doubted our democratic viewpoint, but this wasn’t our first time at the rainbow fair. Hell, they even had their own bike clubs these days, some places in the world gay’s could marry, and I’m pretty sure the dentist our Club sees, is a fruit.
I was chuckling in my head, my thoughts were hilarious about how suspicious Priya was of my demeanour, but that was probably the reefer I had smoked too. Deon walked in with a mysterious glint in his eye; he was undoubtedly gunning for me; Prez’s focus was on nothing else. I ceased loading the clips for my guns.
“Whatever it is? I didn’t do it. Though, I can’t say the same for Priya,” Deon furrowed his brow.
“Shh, keep it down, idiot. I need to ask you a question...” Deon sifted around the inventory room at the men who were occupied by their own stocking, and he leans in to whisper. “Has Priya heard from Nevaeh?”
I looked into his sad brown eyes, fuck. Priya said she was sworn to secrecy, even from me. What do I tell him? “Yeah.” I slouched back waiting for the next question.
“She... Alright?” His fingers twiddled nervously as his elbows rested upon his knees.
I sucked in a sharp breath, “uhhh? I’m not really sure I have an answer to any of the questions in that brain of yours, Prez.”
“Please Trigger, I have to know.” Fuck, if he asked for Nevaeh’s details, I’ll have to lie to him.
“She’s heartbroken man, so are you. While we are on the subject, what the fuck, were you thinking?”
Deon runs his hands down his face and pulls at his beard. “I wasn’t thinking, that’s the problem. I wanted to provoke little angel into an argument so that she would stay longer. She was walking out on me...” I had to halt his pathetic whining.
“You hit Eva’s brother, knocked him out cold.”
Deon grumbled, “I didn’t know it was her brother.”
“Yeah well, too late now. To add salt to the injury, you told Nevaeh that she was used as a fuck and that she was replaceable - to her face, Prez.”
“Yes, thank you asshole, I know what I’ve done.” Deon slanted against the table, “is Nevaeh... happy?”
“Prez?” I growled, “I don’t want to be in the middle of this.”
“Yeah, okay... mate,” he sneered at me. “I risk the lives of everyone here to save your Old Lady against The Mafia, Trig. The Mafia. And you can’t even tell me one tiny detail.”
“Deon, it’s not that. It’s because... FUCK! It’s because both of you are hurting, badly... but Nevaeh’s safe where she is, and she’s enrolled in college, in some creative writing program, okay. That’s all I know, now, can we drop it, please? I love you, brother, but I’m not causing you further heartache.”
Prez nodded his head, breathing a sigh of slight relief. “How do I get little angel back?” Deon’s gaze begged for mercy, pleaded for me to know some way through his darkness.
I clasped his shoulder with my large hand. “Sorry man, I’m the wrong person to ask. Before Priya, I never entertained the notion of getting into relationships; pussy was so readily available.”
He nodded in understanding; I watched on as this once strong, mighty man was now a shrouded bleak, desolate, and crestfallen shell as Deon stalked his way out of the room.
I knew Priya knew exactly where Nevaeh was and what she was up too, but I told her to specifically not tell me, in case, a situation like this arose. Priya also had promised Nevaeh complete silence on the subject. But for me, I would not be the delivery man of extra punishment for Prez’s already shattered soul.
Deon had to keep his mind focused on the task, hell; we were crazy enough to agree to send in his inexperienced sister for Christ sake. I ran my hands down my face. This better bloody work or we are all screwed.
With Leighton on hiatus and the girls in full practice mode, the Club was uneasy, a feeling we were growing accustomed too. The fallout, if they failed, would be catastrophic. I knew Priya could handle herself, but she had mentioned Ovella was not cut out for fighting, and Aja’s instincts would be to protect her child.
I strolled into Techno’s, electronics’ lair, the camera’s sat on his desk. “Ah, Trig, fantastic timing. I need to do a dummy run with these camera’s that will be attached to the girls?”
“I’m all yours, man, what do you need me to do?”
“Nothing difficult,” he fastened a small pin to my chest. “This is a camera Princess will be wearing since she is the soldier, and if shit goes haywire, we need to see if the movement will interrupt the visual feed. Can you to go out into the training yard and battle with someone?”
“Cool, okay man. Who am I fighting?”
“Boomer offered,” he peeks up at me with an amused sparkle.
“You know I will murder that soulless bastard.” I chortled.
“Yeah, I know. The cocky prick still thinks he can take you after all these years and relishes in the opportunity.”
I chuckled, “Boomer’s an idiot sometimes, still can’t forgive me for kicking his ass when he was a prospect.”
“Ego’s man, that ranga has it in droves.”
We were in the yard, ready to begin. “Never thought I’d get this opportunity at redemption,” the giant ginger snickered.
“Boomer, you will end up the same way, knocked out cold with piss saturating your pants.”
His face paled as the boys rumbled with laughter, “I never pissed my pants, ya lying bastard.”
I winked at him, tilting my head towards the girls. “Yeah, but they don’t know that,” I whispered.
He smirked viciously, “you asshole, Trigger.”
“Yes, I am.”
The fight lasted about thirty seconds. The 6ft 7, mammoth of a man with his dishevelled blonde hair and ginger beard, dropped like a sack of shit after the third strike. I laughed at his unconscious body, lying on the ground. “Jesus Christ, Trigger,” Techno came bursting out into the open, “you didn’t even give him a chance.”
“I did too,” I defended, “his first punch really hurt.” Priya just shook her head at my antics.
“Well, at least we know the feed is stable,” Techno mused before extracting the pin from my chest.
“Good, now we need to prepare, prospects,” I called over the four nominees, Cadence, Phil B, Rocket, and Brocky. Brocky was a very silent kid, he always remained under the radar, we often forgot Brocky was even around, but still found him making himself busy. He was self-motivated, with his dark black long hair and pitch black eyes, most of the time he didn’t speak, but shit, he could hide a body like no one’s business. If anyone of them were going to patch in early, it would be Brocky.
The four stood attentively in front of me, “lift this gigantic man inside and call the fucking doctor.”
Cadence began to whine. “But he’s mesolithic.”
“He’s not a fucken caveman, you prissy bastard,” Phil B scorned, “grab Boomer’s leg, we’ll move him together.”
Phil B was a cocky son of a bitch; I liked that about him.
I made my way towards Priya and the girls, Kitty, I noticed, sat with her head hung low twiddling her thumbs. Ovella’s eyes were flicking from the other side of the yard and then back to Kitty. Curiously, I followed her line of sight, and sure enough, there was Leighton, the same dejected and hurt look upon his face before he disappeared again. He had been evaporating a lot. “Hey Kitty, how you doing?” I planted my ass on the wooden bench next to my woman.
“Hey Trig, fine, thank you,” she excused herself and walked inside.
“Fuck me, that poor girl is completely shattered,” Ovella commented before going after Kitty.
Priya rested her head on my shoulder, “how you doing, baby?” She questioned.
I reached up and ran, her now blonde locks, through my fingers. “I want your auburn hair back.”
Priya chuckled. “It’s not for long Jakobe, and then it can go back to normal.”
“Yep, I know, but I still hate it.”
Ludwig had worked his magic yet again; I stood in the mirror barely recognisable. Gone was all of my uniqueness, and what was reflected was unbelievable. My hair now just passed my shoulders, platinum blonde straightened, and layered. My green eyes now a deep ocean blue, my nose, chin, and cheeks were contoured so much that it didn’t look like me... but more like Kitty and Aja though my neck and jawline appeared skinnier than usual.
In sashayed Ovella, we were looking almost identical. It was like a magic trick because we actually looked nothing alike typically. My mouth fell open.
“Hey, Techno’s just dropped off our new I.D.’s... Brittney Hartman...” Ovella glanced up, “holy shit, how much do we look the same?” We were both in awe of each other’s brand new appearances before we burst into laughter.
“My blonde bombshells, the limo’s here.” Ludwig came waltzing in with pure proudness of he and his protégé’s creations.
“Thanks, Ludwig, for everything.” I opened the bathroom drawer and went to hand him two envelopes both containing five thousand each, but Ludwig swatted my hand away.
“Darling, I’ve worked for your family for so many years. This one’s on me. I’m sorry about your father, Bella; he was a great man. Now make sure you take out that asshole trying to destroy your life.” My appreciation at Ludwig’s gesture was immeasurable. I hugged him tightly.
“Thank you.” Ludwig just smiled and nodded.
We exited the bedroom in our new uniform, only to be confronted with a roomful of loaded up bikies, scary as fuck. Their mouths almost on the floor in shock. I had never been in a room, so stunned in silence; it was a little unnerving.
My sparkling blue dress was just covering my tits and butt as my skin shimmered and my black six-inch heels, clicky clacked, on the ground with every step.
“Uh, Priya?” Shit, even Jakobe was unsure if it was me.
“Yes, Jakobe,” his shocked face was hysterical.
“Holy fucken hell, you don’t even look like you.”
“Yes, that’s the point.” The deep baritone, borderline scary voice from Tiny, rumbled in laughter from behind us.
Ludwig snickered gleefully beside him. Ovella stood beside me in her red, skin-tight revealing dress that just covered her plush, rounded booty and her ample breasts; you could practically see everything she had on offer, which is precisely what we wanted. Aja came to stand behind her, and for an older woman, Aja sported a killer body. Joshua had dressed Aja in tight black denim jeans, white glitter four-inch heels, and a white glitter top. Her hair almost identical to ours - in colouring only. Ludwig had added grey strands to hers as well as extra wrinkle lines to her face. Aja’s brown eyes now transformed into a darker shade of blue.
Kitty closed the door, gaining the attention from everyone in the room, even I had a double-take. Her skin a glowing bronzed colouring, and it sparkled thanks to the shimmer dust Tiny had covered Kitty in. Katie-Anne’s feet adorned silver six-inch heels, which she floated confidently in. Damn Kitty and her young ability to switch from flats to heels as if it is nothing.
I had no idea Kitty’s legs were so muscular and athletic; if I could choose anyone’s parts, it would be hers, shit, they are sexy.
Deon’s little sister was dressed in a black pleated mini skirt that showed just a hint of her abdomen, and barely covered her firm, tiny taut backside. Her black, off the shoulder top, covered her chest completely, stopping at the elbows and clung to her like a second skin. Kitty’s long platinum blonde locks cascaded down her back and curled elegantly at the ends; her deep blues suited her as she perused the shocked faces before her with big doe eyes. Gone was the shy innocent sixteen-year-old; in its place stood a confident, sexy woman, that looked to be around twenty-two.
“Nope, no fucken way,” Deon spat angrily.
“Shut it.” Aja sneered.
“Mum, Kitty’s meant to be invisible? Look at her,” Deon thrust his hand in Kitty’s direction, “she looks fucken gorgeous.” Leighton’s face fell, and tears crawled down his cheeks as he faded away, fuck his pain hurt, and I was only watching it from a distance.
Kitty strode confidently forward, “thank you, big brother. Now, can we get a move on? I can’t bend over in this thing without my ass falling out the back.” Kitty winked at Deon knowing full well her comment meant to goad him, and continued her confident strut to the limousine, purposely emphasising extra sway in her hips.
“Don’t... she was provoking you,” Aja warned her son.
Ovella leaned over and kissed Brutus on the cheek. “Handsome, please... don’t watch the cameras. I may have to do everything I can to get the information we need. Know... it is only you that I love, no one else, and this is all pretending.”
They locked lips passionately as he whispered back, declaring his love just as heartfelt. This would be the first time Vell would have to do this job in a relationship; my chest ached for her.
“You ready, Mafia?” Jakobe held my hand, walking to the limo.
“I love you,” I stated.
“I love you too; I will be there if you need me.”
“I know you will.”
With one last erotic pash of ecstasy, I climbed in beside Aja and closed the door.
Brocky was our driver for tonight; Techno sat on top of his three-wheeled trike, he needed the extra room for the monitoring equipment he was taking and watched the phone screen in front of him. Deon lifted his handheld radio and signalled for Boomer to blow the warehouses. We waited with batted breathes inside the large car. No one said anything as hour-long minutes passed by.
Suddenly, there was a bang on the top of the roof and the compounds giant steel gate opened; the bikes were started and headed out before us, giving enough time for The Road Warriors to get there first and set up a site on the outskirts of the town.
This was it, time to get into character.