Page 21 of Holley Jolly Biker

There’s a sayin’ along the bayou in Louisiana.

A Cajun thing, if you will.

And as I walked away from them, a cold wind blew over my frame, and I could have sworn I heard the words, “You found your 'autre moitié.'”

Which translated to,You found your missing piece.

I stepped to the side, but not before I took the tray of whatever it was out of Ophelia’s hands and gestured toward the door.

Thankfully, the brothers and the women had moved out of the way, and as we passed them, no, I didn’t miss the way either of them side-eyed Merlin as they moved at my side.

And neither did anyone else.

Because at our backs, I heard Jasper ask, “Explain that shit to me. Would you?”

It was Nuke who said, “Explain what shit to you?”

Jasper scoffed, “How the hell are they afraid of the most easygoing man in the club, but they're not afraid of Saint?”

I heard Nuke sigh, “Can’t tell you, brother.”

As we stepped inside, I tried to see the clubhouse for the first time as someone who had never been here before.

Then I looked at Ophelia and Soraya as they were taking it all in.

We had knocked out almost every wall on this floor to make it an open floor plan of sorts.

The bar ran along the back wall.

We had recliners, couches, and a big television mounted on the wall.

Three pool tables, a little stage, if you will, and we had a ping pong table, along with some arcade games.

It was essentially a man cave.

A man cave that looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it.

I sighed, then looked at Ophelia and asked, “What do you think?”

She smiled, “I like it.”

Soraya chimed in then, too, and said, “I do too.”

I jerked up my chin towards a table that had three chairs.

They headed in that direction, and once we all sat down, I placed the tray on the table and then looked at my brothers.

They were all standing there; a few had their arms crossed, and a few of them looked at the three of us in a rotation of sorts.

I shook my head, then looked at Ophelia and Soraya and said, “Girls, from left to right. Grey is our vice president. Kettle is our enforcer. Xander is our treasurer. Jasper is our secretary. Jury is our road captain. Merlin is our tech guru. Beside him is his wife Tempie, and beside Tempie is Merlin’s sister Agatha.”

“Who is the man over there?” Soraya asked.

What I didn’t see was that Kettle moved to block her view of Gavel.

But not before I said, “That’s Gavel. He’s prospectin’ for the club.”

Then I looked at my brothers and said, “This is Ophelia and their daughter, Soraya.”