Moon
Monthshadpassedsince that night. Things fell into place, and the other Grizzly Skulls welcomed me with open arms. I couldn’t tell if it was because I was fresh blood to ease their mindless boredom at the saloon or because the guys threatened them with endless torture if they didn’t.
I accepted that I would never know, but it still irked me. After all, the guys knew full well what I was willing to do for a bit of information.
They no longer accepted requests from outsiders for a little fun. I was all they needed, and we turned it into a game. There was always something new to learn about them or their world, and I suggested I continued to pay for it.
The only difference was that they had to play as well. If they wanted to know something about me, they had to be prepared to pay the price. They always were, but I was becoming more and more creative, finding new things to try with each man.
For instance, Grizzly had never been pegged before, and I was eager to change that. He was holding out on me though and didn’t ask any questions that would require that level of payment.
What a cunt move, if you ask me.
When we weren’t fucking in the cabin or the million other places on their property, I was behind the bar serving drinks and chatting with the other members who enjoyed my presence. I was the one woman they didn’t have to hide things from and expect a game to be played. We were able to talk freely.
There wasn’t much of a choice on my end for the future. I had the freedom to come and go as I pleased, but I was quickly moved onto the property so they could always have access to me and I could always have access to them.
But as much as I loved spending time at the saloon and with the guys, I also needed alone time. After all, I had gained far too much information on the life inside a motorcycle club to not use it to write a book. They didn’t know that though. They thought I was getting a mani/pedi and my hair done again or sitting at a Starbucks, chugging one too many chais.
My lying had improved, but I knew they would catch on eventually. Luckily, I was a fast typer, and I would be able to surprise them with the book next week.
The looks on their faces would be priceless, and I wanted them to know how worth it the entire experience was. I regretted nothing despite my hatred of them at first. I owed them so much, but I would never truly tell them that. They knew, of course, but those words wouldn’t be spoken aloud.
Today, I was behind the bar like every other Sunday morning. Some people went to church, but not the Grizzly Skulls. This was their bonding day. All were invited for a BBQ, and the attendance had skyrocketed since I arrived.
Might have been me or more likely, my cooking abilities. The guys could grill up a storm and smoke any type of meat you could want, but I was the master of all the sides: mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and mac and cheese. It changed each week as I liked to keep them on their toes.
It had been a long day. Games were played, music was blasted through speakers, and the food was devoured. Despite the exhaustion it brought on, I loved the attention and conversations. I learned so much about the members and even had information on them that Grizzly was unaware of.
Not that I told him. The members made it clear what was common knowledge and what wasn’t. I refused to spill the beans to my guys about any of it. They allowed it and knew I would handle any issues if they arose, but for now, there was peace.
Well, relative peace. I mean, these were the Grizzly Skulls; peace was not their thing.
As I was cleaning up the bowls from the banquet table and tossing them onto my cart, someone came up behind me. I thought most of the members had left besides the few who stuck around to clean up and my guys.
When I turned around, I saw Specs, Kam, and Thib. They were the oldest trio in the club, surpassing Grizzly by a few years. Kam and Thib were twins and followed Specs around like bear cubs despite their similar age. Apparently, they had been this way since they were kids.
They looked nervous and refused to look me in the eye.
From my peripherals, I saw Kodiak stop and look over, but I shook my head and waved him off. I knew he was there if I needed him, but they came to me for a reason.
“That bad, huh? Can’t be worse than my origin story, can it?”
They let out awkward chuckles, but my comments lightened the mood, and they seemed to relax.
Specs let out a deep breath and nodded. “We would like your help, Moon.”
I tilted my head, wondering what I could actually help them with. Besides food and being a good listener, I hadn’t offered anything to the club.
Kam decided to speak up. “We would have gone to Grizzly, but we figured…”
“Maybe you would be a better fit for this question,” Thib finished.
“Go on.” I put down the bowl I was holding and leaned against the table. I was far too intrigued by this. I now had a thing for information, and this felt like a treasure trove ready to be plundered.
They all looked at each other one last time with hope in their eyes. As one, those gazes fell on me, and the weight of their longing dropped on my shoulders.
It was Specs who finally explained. “We want what you have with Grizzly and the boys. We have been playing this game for far too long.”
“And we are far too old to keep it up,” Kam scoffed.
“If Grizzly and Kodiak can do it, so can we,” Thib said with an eye roll which felt far too similar to a hairflip.
Specs sighed and let his head fall back in exasperation. “Would you two stop so I can finish?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle then flipped out my hand, signaling for Specs to carry on.
“Moon, will you help us find our little grizzly?” Their eyes pleaded at mine as he spoke.
I pushed myself off of the table and stood before the trio of older Grizzlies.
“Now, how can I say no to that?”