Raging Barons MC – Book Three – Silver

-:- MEAT -:-

I hope I’ve made the right move coming here, but I’m committed now and Target, Chaos and Stitch seem to be happy with the setup here, so I’m willing to give it a shot.

The room they have given me has its own bathroom, so that is pretty good. I’m not a prude but I hate sharing as I like things as I like them and yes, it’s a bit OTT but who cares!

Queen-size bed, dresser, small walk-in wardrobe, easy chair, desk and chair. What more could I need when you see the small number of physical things I own?

I finish in the bathroom, throw on my joggers and hoodie, and head downstairs. The first thing of my day is a five-mile run. Since it’s only 4:00 am the common room is empty and the kitchen is in darkness as I pass through to the back door.

Stretching and warming up a little I see someone on the gate, walking back and forth, trying to stay awake I would think. They lift their hand in a wave and I respond before walking over to them.

“You’re up early? Going running?” the gateman asks.

“Yeah, which way is best?” I ask and he points inside the compound, “Go that way, follow it around, and if you keep going, you’ll do about 10-mile. If you turn early up the track where the fallen tree is, you’ll end up doing two miles when you get back to this point.“

“Thanks, what’s your name?”

“I’m Fizz. I’ll be here until about 9:00 am, then Jig will take over.” He walks back to the gatehouse and leaves me to get on with my run.

Dressing after my shower I’m feeling pretty good. The run was good; the compound’s set up pretty well and safety has obviously been a priority. A couple of places could be better, but if I stay, I’ll bring it up at some stage.

Walking into the kitchen, this is my domain, I think to myself, and wrap my apron around myself. Switching on lights, then the stoves, I check the fridge and pantry for the makings of the first meal I will serve here.

I notice a radio on the counter nearest the back door, so I turn it on low and find a decent channel. Once low blues music flows, I make biscuits and get them in the oven.

When the first of the brothers walk into the kitchen, the smell is damn good; I have to admit, biscuits and gravy, bacon, eggs scrambled, poached and fried, waffles and pancakes. Fresh fruit cut up in a bowl for anyone that wants them and a large jug of coffee at the ready.

Mia, who I was introduced to yesterday, walks in and smiles broadly, “Oh, Meat, it smells divine.” She walks right to me, wraps her arms around my middle and hugs me, then grabs a plate and places waffles, bacon and fruit onto it before sitting at a table giving humming noises as she eats.

Before long, the kitchen is bulging with men, piling plates high, and enjoying their breakfast. I’m pretty pleased to see them rinse and place their dishes in the dishwasher, shout thanks and then leave the kitchen to start their day.

Axel walks in late but I’m pleased to see enough food is left to make another plate. I walk over to him and Mia, who is giving him a running commentary of how good her breakfast was, each individual thing by the sound of it.

“Do you need me to make you anything?” I ask as I pick up Mia’s dishes, even though she’s telling me to leave them alone.

“No, plenty on here, thanks Meat. These biscuits and gravy are damn good, not sure what you did with them, but they have some flavor.” Axel shovels another mouthful in which stops his flow of words.

“I’ll need some money to go get supplies. The fridge and freezer need stocking, and I need to check the pantry.”

“No problem, speak to TwoCents and he’ll give you the club card to use. Don’t use your own money, the card is used for the purpose of all this type of thing. Any cleaning equipment or detergents are all paid on that card, so make sure you use it.” Axel is firm about this, so I nod and walk back over to the sink, rinse the odd dishes and place them in the dishwasher.

Mia and Axel shout ‘bye’ see me at six thirty for the evening meal and they exit the kitchen, leaving me to pick up his dishes and get the kitchen back into shape.

Picking up my cellphone, I pull up the app I use to make notes and start in the pantry listing everything I’ll need, then I check the fridge and freezer. I open every cabinet and make sure I know where everything is and what I may need.

Checking around, I see the kitchen is spotless, so I quickly head up to my room, freshen up and change, then make my way to the office where I’ll find TwoCents.

Petey, one of the other prospects, is sent with me to get supplies, and they gave us one of the trucks. I snag the keys, much to his amusement. No way am I not driving.

Back at the compound, I empty and wash every cabinet before placing everything back where I want it. The same with the fridge, freezer and pantry. By the time I’ve finished that, it’s time I make sure the evening meal is prepared.

The large piece of beef I slice into good size steaks and I’ll make sure I cook them to perfection, placing them in a marinade that I’ve used over the years.

Peeling and slicing vegetables, I get them in the oven to roast and check I’ve cleaned up after myself.

Settling down, I open the case I brought down earlier and start sharpening my butcher’s cleavers and selection of knives. Most are butcher knives, but a few are not. I don’t care. Whatever they are, they will be sharp and ready for use at any time for any reason.

A redhead storms into the kitchen, giving me the once over, “Oh hi, are you Meat?”

I give her a nod, but don’t verbally respond. I don’t know who she is and I’m not interested either.

“I’m Shar, Mia’s friend. I run the Coffee House which the club owns.” She babbles. “Do you need any help?”

Giving her another non-verbal response, I just shake my head no and continue sharpening.

“Oh well, since you have nothing to say, I’ll grab a drink and leave.” She mumbles under her breath about men being assholes and God should have made it so females could reproduce without male sperm because it would be a far easier place to live if men were not in it.

The man called Hammer walks in, fixes himself a coffee from the pot, gives me a nod, then pointedly looks at Shar, “What are you grumbling about now?”

“I’m not grumbling. I’m talking about why the world even needs men.” She states, giving him the stink eye.

“Well, Shar, the world would be far less enjoyable place if the world didn’t have men in it. You know a good dickin’ wouldn’t be possible without men.” That has Shar sputtering and cursing under her breath and as she leaves the kitchen, Hammer crows like a cockerel. I’ve no idea why, but he guffaws as he follows her out.

The place is as crazy as me; I think to myself, then smirk slightly because maybe I’ll fit in here after all.