“Good, about time, you needed something different to challenge you, you know these guys too well.”
“I think she would be good for training some of our guys too, they need a new challenge, want to get the bouncer training over first, then look at what we can do with the boys, and maybe we can put the word out, for woman training session, most don’t want to, they like us to protect them, but maybe one or two want to be able to protect their kids better.” Bruiser continued, they talked as if I wasn’t in the room, but kept looking at me.
For what?
They need feedback or something?
I am still in shock that I cracked his rib. I rewound my spar session, in my mind, trying to pick when that happened, and the slight change in his face, that twitch, must have been when I landed a good one. I had acknowledged that twitch and chose that spot after seeing it.
“Are you on board with this, Sweetness?” Bruiser asked, and I looked at them, confusion on my face. I was so far away in my own thoughts that I missed whatever they were talking about.
“Sorry, I was going over the fight in my head, pinpointing when I broke that rib.”
Bruiser chuckled.
“You work it out?”
“Yep.” I smiled back, giving him a wink.
“I was saying, would you mind training the ladies if we get some interested in learning to defend, nothing too high, just basic, hold breaks, it’s better coming from a woman, you can use the guys as dummies.”
“If there are some that are interested, I can give defence lessons.” I was a little surprised but happy to help. When do I fight it all in?
Guess we will work that one out when and if we have interested ladies.
Tank POV
Besides being turned on by my little lady when she was giving Bruiser some stick and making the Prez work to get out what he wanted, I would have to say the meeting went in directions I hadn’t expected.
I thought I would be hearing something along the same lines as when we get a new prospect in and test them in the gym: ‘sloppy’, ‘needs lots of work’, ‘not strong enough’, ‘needs to leam the basics’.
But I heard nothing like that.
Bruiser was full of praise and even suggested using her for training others and a girl group; my pride was through the roof. We had a hidden gem here, and her parents were stupid to throw her away; although that was good for us, we would never have approached her like this if the family hadn’t been so foolish. So after they kicked her out and Mike comered her, she opened up to him and told him enough for him to approach Prez and ask for the rooms above the bike shop. Mike had said he knew she had been having home troubles for years, but nothing had prepared him for what was happening. He thought it was normal sibling rivalry, but this went deeper than that. Further than he thought possible.
I pushed away the negative thoughts and stayed with the positive. Nothing had prepared me for the Angel who walked into the workshop and started helping us; instead of flirting with the patch member, she was entirely the opposite of any girl who walked onto our turf, and so perfect to me.
“Starting tomorrow, Maxine will begin her training. She will spend the first two hours of her day working with Bruiser, then she can go work in her workshop. And then later, when club scrubbers start to arrive, she stands at the door with Bruiser. Also, to be at his side, when we get unexpected visitors, she can be our secret weapon; men will underestimate her. Win-win for us.” Prez started giving orders to Maxine, who sat patiently while he finished. If she was against any of it, she didn’t show it. My little lady hides her emotions well, too well.
“I have a few changes to that.” Max started, looking the Prez in the eyes. He nodded.
“One hour in the morning, not two, if he hurts me during training, I am done for the day, and I don’t want to waste a day, well not unless you want to put that paint job on hold, so far you have loaded me up with so much work, it’s impossible to do any in the timeline you have given me, in addition to the extra work load you have just piled on me, just because I can defend myself.” I shook my head. No one had talked back to the Prez like this before. As VP, I should be standing up for him, but my gut told me to stay quiet and let my little lady fight this one.
They talked for another half an hour. My little lady was quiet with the negotiator. I don’t think the Prez knew what hit him.
We left the Prez and Bruiser to discuss the changes that Max had put in place. It seemed reasonable to me what they had expected from her; there were not enough hours in the day to complete, let alone do some of the repairs or paintwork.
After sitting out on the patio, listening to the others chat about the upcoming run, I notice Max yawning, but trying to hide it.
“Come, let’s hit the hay,” I whisper in her ear, and chuckle. She rubs it with the back of her hand, and my beard tickles her each time, and I love watching her react to it.
“Yeah, that workout with Bruiser was a killer, and to think I got to be up at six, to do more training, I asked to skip tomorrow but Prez wouldn’t hear of it, said I got to start and tomorrow was a good a time as any, I have wasted most of today, and haven’t go much done. in the workshop.” She complains, this must be the only person I have met who was complaining because they didn’t get to work for long enough. Most of us don’t want to work at all, unless it is on our own bikes.
Max was asleep in my arms almost straight away, she wiggled a few times to get comfortable and then the long slow breathing of sleep took over, I lay for a bit longer, enjoying holding her close to me, for a change I wasn’t forming a semi, I was more content to be near her and not having my bodily urges pushing me to take her. This was different and new, and strange. I have no clue what was going on inside of me, but I like how she makes me feel, and how she can calm me down, just by sitting on my lap or touching me when I am raging inside.
My phone ringing woke me; it was still dark outside.
“Need help, come to the bike shop.” Mike’s voice broke over the phone, and he hung up before I could ask questions.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.