GGS: Good Gaelic Souls A Biker Saga (G.G.S) (15 page)

She thought of how many American's were in this same boat. How easy it would be for just about anyone to take a fall like this? And how many had already fallen with no help in sight. Da had seen it coming, he knew that government and big business were using the American people. He also knew that they would continue to do so until it all fell down around them. The ones that would ultimately take the fall, would be the generation that was taught to spend friviously and trust in the powerful few. He also knew, that the powerful few were so insensitive to the public in general, that they would continue to beat a dead horse. There was really only two choices now, fall down or fight back.

"If you wouldn't be offended Mac, I may be able to help you with that, what exactly do you do for a living?" She inquired, thinking that with all of the people that they knew, maybe she could refer him to someone who had work available. Mac looked hard at her, trying to decide if she was full of shit or might actually be able to assist him and his family. "I'm a concrete man." He told her. "Really," Exclaimed Stax, "And your Scottish too, right?" His shoulders straightened and he held his head high, "And damn proud of it." he stated. Now her thoughts took a different direction, one that could benefit both parties, "One more question Mac, when your son is released, would you be willing to come by the Clubhouse and talk more?" she asked. He looked at her again, now he was thinking that it might be worth hearing what she had to say, "You bet, but I'll have the kids with me."

"Good, I think that we can help each other, and don't sweat the kids, we can let them play at  Cat's Daycare while we chat. They will be in good hands, promise." she said smiling, "How long will your son be in the hospital?" She inquired. "We will probably find out more tomorrow morning, after the doctor comes to check him again." he advised. "Good enough," she stated. "Call me when you know something and we can go from there." She wrote her number down and handed it to his wife, "I don't think that you are going to have to worry about going back to the lake." She told her, "If this all works out, I should have a place for you to stay in the next couple of days. If they release him sooner, I will get you a motel room and Mac can work it off later." She nodded at them both and turned towards the door, "I don't know what to say Stax, other than, "Wow", Mac said as she was leaving.  "Exactly" she said, as she walked into the hallway.

Chapter 11

"Time"

Stax rode for awhile, just letting her mind wander. It felt good to think of nothing for a minute, but of course, it didn't last. She needed to concentrate on her new mission, so she pulled in to a little pub and decided to have a quiet drink and think on it for a bit. Walking in, she was pleased to see that it was all locals and very few of them. She grabbed a beer and took a chair in the corner to sit and think.

One of the biggest issues that was still on the table, was finding a good concrete man, who wasn't tied to a big company or would do shoddy work for too much money. Slider preferred to barter when possible, but there were so many houses uabout to go up. He had been trying to come up with suitable solution now that the Castle was nearly complete and time was a factor. Once they moved to the new Clubhouse, everyone should be able to move into their new home and finally enjoy the fruits of their labor. This had caused him much angst during the last several months, they had over thirty houses to build and the time to start was drawing near.

Stax was of a mind, that Mac might be the answer, either as a short-term worker or possible club material, was yet to be seen. He worked for himself, which meant he probably had connections with other concrete workers that he could call on for a big job. They needed worker's who wouldn't expect things like insurance, workmans comp and the like. As for Mac and his family, they could offer him free housing, food and clothing during the constuction, along with a small paycheck. They wouldn't need much, the Club was self-sufficient and could cover this family too. It was a win-win for all, if it panned out of course.

She sent a text to Griff, who called her back immediately. She explained the situation and it's possibilities and told him to give it some thought and she would have more information tomorrow. "
Sounds good
" he said. "
Ya doing a'right lass
?" He questioned, his brogue filled with worry. "I'm fine, Griff." she said lightly, "How are you guys holding up?" she asked with concern, " W
e are a'angin
" he told her, "
We'er all gonna be ok lass, just takes a minute.
" He said, sounding older than his years. "
Stay safe Stax.
" He instructed before he hung up the phone. She missed him. She missed all of them, and that was going to stop. She would get through this day, and in the morning she was heading to the Clubhouse, come hell or highwater. Enough was enough, she needed to be with her family. Her next call was to Tandy, she told her of the families hardships and how she was hoping to help, advising her that she would find out if he had any immediate family later, she hadn't got that far yet.

Getting back on her bike, she enjoyed a pleasant ride home. The sun was out, the wind was light and traffic was easy. She didn't always ride her own bike, she actually liked riding bitch with Strangler, it was a pleasure that they both enjoyed. But when she did ride her own, she enjoyed it immensly. There was such a feeling of freedom in riding alone. A feeling of inner peace and exhilaration that only a true biker would understand. She had to fight herself not to ride straight to the Clubhouse, but she had made the decision to wait and that's what she was going to do. Instead, she stopped by the steak house near home and enjoy a good dinner before returning to the house. After removing her riding gear, she donned a pair of shorts and a halter top. Making  herself a drink she went out to the Florida room table to smoke a joint and give her thoughts time to gel.

As she sat there, enjoying a light buzz, it came to her that she hadn't seen Samson in several days either. "Wow," she muttered to herself, "Another first." She wasn't excited about this new reality at all. "Time," she reminded herself yet again, "It will all take time." At that moment, the girls came in rubbing their tummies, complaining that they had eaten way too much seafood. Laughing together like children, they told her of their day, showing her the pictures that they had taken at one of Florida's theme parks. "They look so happy together." Thought Stax as she watched the pair lavash each other with complements and make sexual innuendo's about Mermaids and Pirates. Stax was thrilled for Serenity and hoped that this relationship was long term, for her sake. She had never seen her act so carefree when she was with a male. "Time will tell." she thought, wishing she could see a little further into the future. "Time." There was that word again.

Another text from Strangler came through, this time it read "
North Run. In a.m.-U gonna be ok
?" She thought about that for a minute, pissed that she wouldn't get to see him tomorrow. She excused herself and went to the bedroom to think. Laying across the bed, her thoughts tried to travel through various scenerios, but she stopped each one in it's tracks. Firmly, she reminded herself that she had to think clearly and act only on what she "knew" not whatever popped into her head. She felt so stressed, life was changing too fast and she was sucking hind tit in the "sink or swim" department. She took the high road and replied. "
Yep, no worries, Stay safe
" And let it go at that. "Damn," she thought, How long is this shit gonna take?"

"This won't stop me from going to the Clubhouse tomorrow," she decided firmly. "It just means that I won't see Strangler. Having a new thought, she texted him again, "
Gone long
?" She typed. Several minutes later while walking through the livingroom,
'Not sure
' popped up on her screen. "For fucks sake." she muttered, Serenity and Lee looked at her questioningly. "I haven't seen Strangler for days," she told them, "and I was going to the Clubhouse tomorrow to see him and  get caught up with all that's going on, but he just told me that he had to run up north and doesn't know for how long." Serenity told her, "Understood. Just give it time, sister, give it a little more time." Stax wanted to scream several obscenities that all had to do with 'time', but she held a firm grip and offered Serenity a weary smile. "Yeah" she said, "I get that alot these days."

Once again, finding herself with the need to refrain and regroup, she asked the girls. "Have you been to the Clubhouse yet?" Serenity shook her head, "Not since my first day back, and I only spoke with the Gaelic Trio if the office and then came straight here." She replied, referring to an old nickname that  they had bestowed on Rage, Moby and Griff when they were children. They had considered calling them the "Gaelic Gangsters" first, because they were always armed, but decided against it. The Trio wouldn't have liked it, and both girls knew that pissing them off wasn't beneficial in way way, especially to their tender backsides. Back in the day, only Slider and the Trio were sanctioned by the club to bare firearms. As time went on and other's had proven themselves in the area's of ability, self-control and good sense, that circle had widened. Now almost every member was packing, including most of the females.

This was not so much out of any immediate necessity, but was a prevenitive measure and a security concern for the club. Combined, they possessed a large and varied amount of assets, this inclulded everything from tools and equipment, to firearms and ammo. Not too mention that they didn't use a bank to do business, so their safe would be a gold mine to a thief. Though most people wouldn't be stupid enough to try to rob a biker's Clubhouse, they knew that the world was full of both ignorant and desperate people. Especially drug addicts looking for a quick way to score.

"I was wondering if ya'll would like to come with me tomorrow, and let Lee meet everyone?" she questioned the girls. "If your not comfortable with that, I understand" She was personally hoping that they were ready to share their relationship with the family. "We've discussed it already." Advised Lee, looking over at Serenity, again with that brilliant smile, "We were waiting to go whenever you decided that you were ready." Serenity nodded in agreement, "I've been fucking ready" Stax said a bit too terse, "But life keeps getting in the way!"

She told the girls about Mac and his family, and the idea she was pitching to Griff. "I have to talk with Mac first thing in the morning. I need more information and an update on his son, then we can head to the club. "Serenity, would it be too emotional for you to drive Da's truck?" she asked. Watching the trembling of her sister's chin, her heart ached. "Aye, but it would also give me comfort." Serenity answered slowly, "There will be a first time for everything in our new reality, so I guess it would be wise not to put anything off just because we know it will be painful." Stax nodded in agreement, and picking up the partial joint in the ashtray, lit it and passed it to Serenity. "No thank you," stated Lee, when the weed was handed to her. "I'm good," she said. "If I get the munchies as full as my tummy is right not, I would absolutely burst wide open."

Later that night, as Stax lay in bed thinking about the last several years that she and Strangler had been together, she reflected on how they first met. Stax remembered the first time that she had laid eyes on Strangler. That was a night for the history books!  He was fresh out of prison that same day, and had made his way into the bar that she was working at. She had asked him about the shamrock tattoo on his forearm, thinking that he might be of the Aryan brotherhood.

"Not of the brotherhood," he explained, "But when your locked up, a man does have to have a few allies." And that was all that he had to say on the subject, but he did explain his tattoo, "I'm Irish," he told her,"But my luck is so bad, that I had the shramrock tattooed to look like it was broken, with all of the luck running out."

It hadn't escaped her that he was damn good looking. Nice thick thighs and a perfect ass. She could tell from his button up shirt, that he had a hairy chest, and for her that was an "ace in the hole."  Throughout the afternoon, he stayed and drank beer. Shooting pool and flirting with her in between games, he was waiting for a friend to meet him.  He made a little money on the tables, but his friend was gonna hook him up with some cash before he left to go out west. He had been in the joint for over three years.  They talked, flirted and played the, "I'm probably going to take you home and fuck your brains out tonight" game, until the bar closed.

One of the brothers had been at the bar that night, as Slider always made sure at least one of them was around when she was working. Stax didn't like it. Tonight it was 'Scratch', who had engaged Strangler in several games of pool, trying to feel him out. Scratch found that he actually liked the stranger, which kinda suprised the old hard ass biker. By the time Strangler's friend had came and gone, he had missed his bus out of town and would have to wait until morning. He only had three days to travel from Florida to Arizona to check in with his new probation officer. Scratch thought about it for awhile and told him, "Look, I'm thinking that your not gonna have a problem with a place to stay tonight," he said nodding towards Stax, "But she has been known to changer her mind. If that happens, you can stay on my couch."

Later, Stax had confided to the owner of the bar, that she had made the decision to take him home with her. Sheila had told her flat out, "We don't know who he is, Stax. You could get yourself killed."  Stax smirked and replied curtly, "I know this much, he hasn't been laid in three fucking  years, so I figure if I'm gonna die, I'll at least get off first!" Leila had gasped and  thrown her hands up in defeat. "Stubborn little assbite!" She mumbled, walking back to the office.