Jem...Chapter 60

Jem…Chapter 60

Chapter 60

I’m blushing at the comparison and the compliment. You’re definitely a Powers woman…

And with this whole thing of me discovering who I am as Angel and figuring out that I’m transgendered it never really occurred to me to think about that. Like where I fit into the women of the family.

“Uhm thank you…”

He sort of smiles and shrugs. “Your cousin Jenna’s one of the best cooks I know and the same goes true for her grandmother.”

“Oh…I don’t really know much about any of them. Uncle Johnny was a guy I met like twice when I was really little and then he was living in the states.”

“Grams can cook.”

“Grams?”

“When she’s out at Jenna’s staying and stuff everyone calls her Grams.”

“Oh cool.” I think it’s cool that she sounds like one of those grandmothers that’s sort of everyone’s grandmother.

“Very.” Yeah he’s a quiet one. There’s an edge to him too but at the same time I can plainly see a nice guy there. If he was a bad guy he wouldn’t have come to help much less bring along baked goods from half way across the country.

“I really hope that I’ll get to meet them sometime.”

“Go visit sometime, maybe in the summer.”

“I’ll have to do that….” Oh…oh wait it just sinks in that he said I was a Powers…shit he knows? “Uhm….How…”

“John, him and your dad talked, and John talked to us. The pink hair’s kind of a give away though.”

“Oh…” I’m not sure what to do or say but then he’s not watching me but his biker friend who’s talking with Dad and Mike and Mitch…Mitch is over mixing paints with Brooklyn and he’s not looking happy?

“What’s going on?”

“Balancing old accounts.”

“Huh?”

“Mike there was involved in something with family of the club and the guys that were harassing you all are here for him.”

“What!?”

“He got some of their family arrested and they want payback. We’re here because this rich kid got his ass up over some things that Mike’s been doing and had him investigated and he reached out to the guys and told Mike he was here.”

“Adam…” My fists clench around the cooler. “Mike’s here because of me.”

“So are we.”

“So now what?”

“Mike’s going to have to give these guys a pound of flesh and then it’s done and over.”

“But he shouldn’t have too this is stupid.”

“It’ll happen anyway, they know he’s here and it’ll either be their way which would be messy or our way which will mean it’s over since Mike’s been Nephewed in.”

“Nephewed in?”

“You old man, he’s got friends in the club.”

“So it means it’s over.”

“No it means they’re not going to kill him but it’s taken down from serious revenge to a beef inside the club and Mike’ll still have to answer for that.”

“But this is my fault!”

“Not in the least bit, if anything Mike’s getting a reprieve for being family. This is something that is because of something Mike did before he came here. It’s only coming to a head here because the little rich fucker showed them where he was…it would have happen sooner or later regardless.”

I’m shaking a bit I’m that upset and angry, and right in that hot faced headachey spot right before crying.

“Uncle Mitch is just going to stand there?”

“Yeah because he knows this becomes a cop thing and it’s back on to Mike being outside the club’s protection.”

“But this…”

I can’t help it the tears start falling and the thing is I know they’re right. The police get re-involved between this and it’ll change whatever favors Dad had pulled and so does Uncle Mitch and apparently Brooklyn too by the look on her face.

I know some people might say that we should get the police involved but that would just escalate things because it’ll turn into biker family versus cop family and it could just turn so sour so fast.

I turn and storm into the house with the cinnamon rolls and I’m trying not to think about how bad this might get but instead focus my anger on the real son of a bitch that’s behind all of this.

“Fucking Adam!”

***………….. Adam.

I was asleep or rather sleeping in after the long day and night I had. Securing Summer and Kisses and Thorns was pretty easy and it was always fun taking Summer shopping, I love it when they dig their own graves.

Clothes, girl junk, but she’s a shiny whore and likes her jewellery. All for her image of course.

It was even good when I took her after that in the motel with her dressed as Jem. She might try to seem like she likes it…but I know she hates it. But that makes it all the more fun especially with the wig and the clothes and the make-up.

After that it was going to meet Justin and making plans for later then that meeting with the biker trash. I showed my cards a little there…just enough muscle and my gun so they know who not to fuck with.

Then going to “The House.” Things are going well there or they’re starting too…all those whores owe me and for me not ruining their lives they run my private parties. Do who I tell them to do…it’s not like them being greedy sluts isn’t in their natures it’s how they got trapped in the first place.

And no it’s not just about the sex or them being degraded or beaten…I have lots of tapes with many sons of people who know things or have access to things being with these girls…my under aged girls…even the girls get picked not just because I know I can bend then break them but also like the sons I picked them because they have access to things.

I’m slowly getting the town wired, not like my father or my grandfather but on my own, under the cover of youth because no one would suspect I’m getting my leverage and control from my own generation.

I was woken up by the knowing on my door.

That has to be my father.

Grandfather had his mercenary butler give the old man a beating just outside of the country club. My father’s useless…a coward in the worst of ways and he’ll never inherit the empire. He just doesn’t have the balls.

“It’s open.”

He comes in and I’m getting up, he’s got two video recorders in his hands. I frown, those I hadn’t heard about from the talk of what had happened at the club. My bikers went to them over my head…and more than one camera.

I honestly didn’t think Dane was that smart to go to grandfather, still it works for my plans.

I’m getting dressed and he’s looking at me. “Your grandfather has an order.”

“Oh?” Buttboy.

“The families of the bikers you’ve threatened they’re off limits, you are to have nothing to do with them period.”

“And why is that are they blackmailing us?”

“No you little shit they sent two people here to make sure of it from their leadership or whatever you call it.”

“Why? And their called Clubs I believe.”

“Because we have an agreement with them.”

“Over?”

“Shipping or somesuch, I don’t care.”

Hmm..I see… “Fine…I’ll leave things be.”

“What?”

“I’ll leave things alone, I have better things to do that to really get involved with this riff-raff anymore.”

“He want’s to see you.”

“Fine, I’ll be there once I’m cleaned up.”

“Here…don’t be so damned stupid next time you almost ended up getting all of us into hot water.” He tosses the video-cameras on the bed. He’s staring at me like I’m a disappointment. I give him a bland stare back. He hasn’t been brave enough to beat me up for his failings as a man in two years ever since I got my growth spurt and matched him in size…only I’m younger.

Oh I see his fist clenching a little and he wants to but the last time he did I bloodied him and then beat him. He hasn’t laid hands on me drunk or high or even sober since.

Like I said weak…he grew up in this house too…but he wasn’t hungry enough to try for more…instead he settled for being a rich boy and pandered just enough law to look respectable and the rest of his life has been dumb whores and booze and cocaine.

I stare him down until he leaves then get out of bed and go and get a pair of gloves and some Glad-bags. I put the cameras in them and hide them away with the clothes and the shoes and the gun I had last night. It’ll go well with the other evidence…it wasn’t me at that meeting I have witnesses…and well there’s the fact all of it is his including some slowly gathered amounts of his various drug stashes.

My poor father in too deep with the drugs and now those bikers…

I lock the combination lock and cover the spot up and get dressed and head to grandfathers office. I wonder what he’ll say, what he knows and what ultimatum he’ll put out there.

I’m wondering about these other bikers, how will I deal with them? Are they even a factor?

I knock respectfully before entering his office. Simon is there and while I’ve never been on the receiving end of Simon having a “talk” with you I’d just as soon not give him cause.

I respect the old bastard because of the generation he came up in of the way he controls everyone and everything. Like at the country club…everyone knew what was happening outside to my father but no one even acknowledged it happening. He’s that much in control…he’s that feared and respected.

I’m going to be that too…

I smile at grandfather who’s smoking a Cuban cigar and nod to Simon who’s there as always.

“You wanted to see me sir?”

I’m going to be feared and respected on my own and then…then I will take what’s yours before you die old man.



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