Ness, can you cook something to feed about 150 brothers and possibly just as many family members? By tomorrow night? – ToadNessie stepped back and looked at her work. In the past two days she had completely revamped the dining hall. Additional changes would be done in the next few days. The salad bar was cleaned and fully stocked. There was a baked potato bar and taco station. Along the main line were brisket, baked chicken and stew. Steamed vegetables, macaroni and cheese, baked beans and corn were set out, with more trays waiting in the warmers. Also in the warmers were freshly baked yeast rolls, biscuits and cornbread.Chocolate and yellow cakes were chilling in the cooler, sliced and ready to be served. Nessie had recruited some of the club girls to help her. Several were stationed in the kitchen to run the dishwasher and keep the food stocked. They all wore black slacks and gray polo shirts; picked by Siobhan.Looking around at the dining hall, which could hold 450 people, she
Not all who wander are lost. Except my mind, that bitch is gone. – ZeeNessie was not used to being around so many people. Even when all the Shack brothers were here, it was big enough that it didn’t seem crowded. But now, it was crowded.A few days ago, she had come across a little reading nook along the back hallway. It had a floor to ceiling shelving unit that was full of books. She decided that it must be for the kids to do research because most of the books were various types of encyclopedias, almanacs and anthologies. A desk would be better in the little room than the plush red couch. Nessie would also suggest better lighting than just a sconce above the couch. She came around the corner and found one of the teen girls curled up on the couch. Nessie had seen her around the club, usually with Priscilla, the musketeers or in the gym. The girl with the dirty blonde hair had a knack for disappearing in the crowd. As usual, she wore pajama pants and a tank top.Looking up as she t
It’s a good thing that you like to cook, because we like to eat. – LighteningNessie was right. The women wanted table cloths. She did away with the old black coffee cups. The men did not want dainty coffee mugs. With her evil streak, she ordered small pink cups with frilly flowers. Toad bellowed at her to quit laughing and get the real mugs. Nessie was still giggling as she handed out the 24 ounce black mugs with the patch embossed on it. A few days later, matching travel mugs were added.Cookie made a few changes for her. He added two service windows between the dining hall and the kitchen. One was to return dirty dishes and the other was for special orders to be picked up. He also made the serving lines permanent. Added two sets of French doors leading outside. Made a more permanent drink station and a separate coffee bar. Nessie planned to turn the front check in desk into a fully functional coffee shop. When the time came, she’d talk to Toad about it. Two days before Founde
The twins have decided that you and I are getting married at the Shack. Next month. You were right and I wasn’t quick enough. – MiaThe kitchen had become Knuckles hangout especially when Nessie was cooking. He enjoyed her company and talking to her. He loved hearing her accent and he was getting better at understanding her when she was excited. First plate of food was also nice. Tonight, she was putting the finishing touches on the wedding cake for tomorrow. Celt had asked Mia to marry him at Christmas. Her ten-year-old twins decided that they should get married on St. Patrick’s Day, since his name was Celt. Everyone expected him to say no since it was his birthday. He simply said that he just needed to know when and where to show up. The twins had taken over planning the wedding, except for the reception. Nessie told them to take a hike.Literally. Her exact words had been, “Turn yer arses around and take a hike out that door. I’ve got the reception.”Everyone had been shocked a
Yeh canna read yer own future or yer own palm. Or one tied to yeh. It’s jes the way it is. – Grams to NessieA week after the wedding, Toad went to the food bank and drug his wife into her office. The angry look on his face kept her employees and volunteers from stopping him.No matter how angry he got, he would never hurt her. Her regulars knew this and settled down the new volunteers. Especially after the door slammed so hard that it echoed through out the warehouse. “The feck is yer problem?” Siobhan demanded as soon as they were in her office. “I told him to stay away from her!” he bellowed.“Oh.” She said sitting down behind her desk as he fumed. “He tell you about the kiss?”“He kissed her?” he yelled in surprise. “I think it was mutual. What has you so upset?”“Nessie is avoiding Knuckles and he doesn’t seem to get the clue to back to the fuck off.”“Sit.” She ordered and he glared at her. “My office. You do as I say.”Grumbling under his breath he sat in the chair as she go
Why are there so many dead men in the basement? – NessieIt was Tuesday and church night. The weather was cold and rainy so Nessie had fixed chicken and dumplings. “Nessie,” Buck approached her in the kitchen, “Toad wants to talk to you.”Nodding she gave some instructions to the club girls working the kitchen. She then followed him down the hall to her uncle’s office. Inside the office were the officers of the club – Knuckles, Spider, Sledge, Molly and Werewolf were standing around as Toad sat behind his desk. Dom stood in the shadows of a corner.Nessie stepped in and quickly looked away from Knuckles. Buck motioned for her to sit in the chair in front of the desk. She smiled her thanks as she sat down. “I have a strange question for you, Ness.” Toad said cutting straight to the heart of the issue. “What do you know about the basement?”“Yeh mean the dead men?” she asked and the bikers were shocked. “I think there’s six. Soon to be seven, he’s not always there and the others say h
I miss hanging out with her. If I wouldn’t've kissed her, I’d still have my friend. – KnucklesKnuckles kept his distance for a day. Then a week. Then two. Pretty soon it had been a month. They were approaching six weeks.He saw her every week when they had church. The officers and Siobhan made sure he knew what was going on. They kept him informed not only of the Petros situation, but also how she was doing in general. They all saw the looks when Nessie and Knuckles thought no one was looking. They all knew that the club girls no longer went to his room. She had shown no interest in any of the other brothers.Nessie spent most of the time in her kitchen and office. She created a program with Trevor that kept track of occupied rooms. When they had large gatherings, she quickly assigned rooms and keys.The club girls were doing more around the clubhouse also. They had assigned duties and although at first, they objected, they were doing their jobs well and without complaint. Two of th
Luck never gives, it only lends. – Scottish ProverbChurch was going on downstairs. Nessie was curled up on her bed crying. He was leaving her. It was what she wanted, what needed to happen. He would be safe. She didn’t want him to go. The secured land line phone on her bedside table rang. There were only a few in her family that had the phone number. Her mum, Grams and Papa Dean. And it would be early morning in Scotland. She reached over and picked it up. “’Allo.”“Nach. None of that, lass.” Grams Stewart said. “Tell me why yer upset.”“Yeh know why.” Nessie sniffled.“Aye, I do. But you need to say the words. Words have power, lass, yeh know this.”“He’s gonna leave me.” She whispered.“Only if yeh let him."“Yer vision-"“Acht. Visions change. That’s the thing about shadows. It’s not until it happens that it becomes clear.” “Grams, I can’t be the reason he dies.”“But can you be the reason he lives?” came the counter argument from a half dozen time zones away.“What do yeh mea