Free Stone - Big Girls & Bad Boys by D. H. Cameron Page B

running guns and selling drugs.  I think he means to take it over,” I said.  Rocky looked at me and frowned.
     
    “I know.  I know what he wants.  I looked past it because I wanted to keep the club alive.  I shouldn’t have.  He might just succeed.  I’m tired.  I’m too old for this shit,” Rocky said. I felt so bad for him.  I also saw my family, such as it was, crumbling.  I couldn’t handle that.
     
    “Make Stone your VP,” I blurted out.  The other three stared at me, Stone shocked at my suggestion.  “We don’t have one.  We’re so small.  But Stone cares.  He’ll fight for the Knights,” I said.  Even I was wondering what had gotten into me.
     
    “Rocky, I’m not looking to...,” Stone began to say but Rocky just waved his hand at him.
     
    “I know, kid.  She’s right.  We don’t have a VP.  Haven’t had a real one in years.  When you’ve got half a dozen members, what’s the point?  Too many chiefs, you know,” Rocky said.  He looked at Ginger.  She glanced at me, then at Stone.
     
    “They’re the kind of members we need.  Maria is loyal.  I think Stone is too,” she told her husband.  Rocky thought it over but not for long.  He stood up, went over to the cabinets and retrieved a small patch.  He handed it to Stone.  It read, “Vice President.”
     
    “You sure, Rocky?” Stone asked.
     
    “The fact you asked that makes me sure,” Rocky said and returned to his chair.  “You’re the VP now.  That little shit, Bobby, didn’t listen to me about those fucking guns so I’m not going to ask him and his allies what he thinks about this.  The Knights are mine...ours.  The club will never belong to that boy,” Rocky told Stone.
     
    “Thanks, I won’t let you down.  I won’t let the Knights down,” Stone replied.
     
    “Good, now get those guns delivered tomorrow night and make sure the payoff doesn’t go into Bobby’s pocket.  That’s club money.  Knight’s risk, Knight’s money,” Rocky said.  Stone stood up and shook Rocky’s hand.
     
    “Consider it done,” he said and then headed for the fridge.  “Anyone?” Stone asked.  We all said yes.  We drank for awhile forgetting about the drama.  We talked about other things.  Bikes, runs, our pasts, whatever.  At one point, Ginger suggested we take a powder together.  I knew what that meant.  She wanted information.  Once we were in the bathroom by the offices, she jumped in right away.
     
    “So, you traded up to a better model, I see,” she said.
     
    “I guess you’d know,” I replied.  I remembered the day I caught her, Rocky and Stone coming out of Rocky’s office.  Ginger had had a bit of fun with Stone.
     
    “I guess I would.  Good for you, Maria.  Bobby’s a punk.  Stone’s a real man,” she told me.
     
    “I agree, even more so now,” I replied.
     
    “I won’t...indulge anymore.  Stone’s yours and I respect that,” Ginger told me.  I smiled.
     
    “Good.  Otherwise I’d have to knock you down and sit on you,” I joked.  Ginger laughed.
     
    “Is it serious?” she wondered.
     
    “I think so.  It hasn’t been that long, not even a week, but I really like Stone.  He’s...not what I’m used to,” I said.
     
    “And that’s a good thing?” Ginger asked.
     
    “Very good,” I said.  She hugged me and then we took care of business before we left.  Once we got back, we found that Stone had rearranged the furniture.  His leather chair was now next to Rocky’s and Bobby’s was shoved aside out of the circle.
     
    “I don’t get why you drink tha t stinky brow n beer, but these cigars are pretty good,” Rocky was telling him.
     
    “Life’s too short to drink bad beer,” Stone replied.
     
    “That’s what I’m saying.  I’ll take my Bud over that motor oil you drink any day,” Rocky said.
     
    “Fucking old dudes,” Stone joked.
     
    “Fucking young punks,” Rocky said.  They both laughed and took a puff off