For Your Sake by Elayne Disano Read Free Book Online

this past Valentine’s Day.  Before her father died.  Before breaking up with him afterwards.  Why she still kept it was beyond her.  Maybe it was some silent reminder that men with buffed fingernails and pay seventy five dollars for haircuts aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
     
                  Fully dressed, she secured silver hoops in her ears.  The charm bracelet was the one thing which rarely came off, its message as close to her heart as the man who gave it to her.  By nine a.m. she was out the door.
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
     
                  By eleven, Ben pulled into the clubhouse and went straight to the body shop.  Taz was inside with several cars on the docket.  He was an artist at restoring cars, as well as taking apart other things which were best left off his work resume.  “Hey.  Think you got time to buff some scratches out of my bike?”
     
                  Firing up a blowtorch which looked way too comfortable in his hand, Taz lifted up his face shield.  Black hair, black eyes and pointed black beard, he looked every inch the devil he was when that blowtorch wasn’t being used on metal.  “Think so.  What happened?”
     
                  That wasn’t for discussion.  “Took a little spill.  No big deal.”
     
                  Taz turned down the torch, and removed his shield, displaying the array of piercings in his brow.  “You good?”
     
                  A brother laying his bike down was never classified as ‘no big deal’, but Taz was the male version of a gossiping bitch.  He liked to talk and was always in a chipper mood despite his….proclivities.  Plus the last thing he wanted was a member thinking he couldn’t handle his shit after what happened last night. “I’m fine.  Vic here?”  He changed the subject fast.
     
                  “Nah.  Elle had some town thing she’s chairin’.  Had to make an appearance – you know, photo-op and shit.”
     
                  If there was a perfect ol’ lady it was Elizabeth Connors.  Mid-fifties and chic from her wardrobe to her hairstyle, ‘Elle’ as everyone called her, found a way to balance the biker queen with the town organizer.  While she and Vic raised two, grown children who had since moved away, she stayed immersed in Tippitt through various committees and boards, which kept the club in good standing by proxy, and to get the scoop on any town goings-on the club should know about.  On occasion, Vic accompanied her, in his cut, further representing the club, and preferably alone as having a fleet of Harley’s blazing up to some ribbon cutting wouldn’t go over well.
     
                  “What about Aero?”
     
                  Taz pointed towards the clubhouse.  “Inside.”
     
                  The veep would have to do as Ben walked over.  Seeing a light on in what was The Water Rock’s old office, he made a stop in first to find young Wes surrounded by the technological nightmare which had been Stash’s former domain.  “Got a sec?”
     
                  The young patch stared up, looking a bit awkward as if finding the right thing to say after last night.  “Yeah, sure.”
     
                  Ben surveyed the mass of equipment, wires, surge protectors, software CDs and firewall blockers.  “You figuring this shit out?”
     
                  “Tryin’ to.  You, um….need somethin’.”
     
                  “Yeah.”  Ben retrieved the piece of paper he stuffed inside his cut pocket the night before.  “How good are you at looking up license plates?”
     
                  Wes’s eyes lit up.  “Piece of cake, bro.  There’s this chick at DMV who loves me.” His eyebrows wiggled a bit.”  What’ya need?”
     
                  “Info on who owns this