Bishop by Zahra Girard

Author:Zahra Girard [Girard, Zahra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Bishop

"What is that aberrant thing on your face?" Alessia snaps the second I step through the doors at The Noble Fir. She's seated at the front desk, her usual pleasant frown on her face. Where she's seated is unusual, but her attitude isn't. "I don't like it."

Molly's beside her, a cup of coffee in her hand, with a bored look on her face. "That's just his face."

"I know that's his face. It's what he's doing with it that's bothering me."

"It's a smile. Lighten up, he's obviously not very practiced at it."

"Where's Rabid?" I say, letting their joking around slide off my shoulders because I am in a good mood this morning. It's hard not to be when I wake up next to Eden. Even with all the concerns in my life, her presence is enough to make me as close to happy as I've been in a long time.

"Church. Along with the representatives from the Iron Savages MC, and the Steel Reapers MC. It's a closed meeting. Only those with patches are allowed inside," says Alessia, which explains her attitude. Usually, because of her mob connections and the fact that she's Goldie's ol' lady, she has at least a tangential part in club business. But since we're reaching out to other clubs, where they may not be as open-minded as the Twisted Devils, she's taking a back seat, and it's killing her.

"Fix this before you go in there," Molly says, gesturing to her face. Then, with a wink, she adds, "What's her name?"

"Eden," I answer without hesitation.

"She real, or is that the name of a new antidepressant?" Molly says.

I reach into my wallet and take out a folded picture. It's from the dance, one of the ones that Elroy took while Eden and I were together. I feel ridiculous carrying the damn thing around, yet I've already looked at it three times this morning on the ride in. What the hell is happening to me? "Here."

Molly takes the picture and then passes it to Alessia.

"I think I've seen her around," she says.

"Youth Center. She runs it."

"I'm happy for you, Bishop," Molly says. "But you better take your photo and get in there. You know how Rabid is with punctuality."

Grunting, I retrieve the photo and stick it back in my wallet. They're right, Rabid still has a few habits left over from his military days, and keeping accurate time is one of them. I have a minute, maybe less, to get into that meeting or else he'll rip my head off.

"Ladies," I say as I leave.

Inside, it's the most packed church has ever been; every member of the Twisted Devils MC is present, along with Rook, Bullet, and Thunder from the Steel Reapers MC, the trucker, Moose, and five unfamiliar faces who must be from the Iron Savages MC. Both their president and vice president have hardened, roadworn looks to them. Their president has short-shaved gray hair, a gray goatee, a scar over his left eye, and a craggy chin like a cinderblock that’s been hit with a sledgehammer.

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