Recluse Protection

Chapter 2

Washing the blood off of me in the shower, I watch as the dirt and blood swirls around at my feet before going down the drain. The animals all fed, milked, and turned out I'm more than ready to eat my breakfast. Rinsing off the rest of my body wash I step out drying off. After pulling up my panties, and bralette I drag a clean pair of skinny jeans up my legs. The dark blue jeans, not all that exciting even when I pair it with a run of the mill tank top. The arm holes have been modified long ago. Keeping the towel I was using in my hand I made my way down the stairs.

Drying my hair with the towel I find myself in the kitchen/dining room. The hardwood floors, pairing with the fairly boring beige walls with your typical farmhouse decor. The light grey cabinets with the butcher block counter top and the large farmhouse sink. Opening the fridge I look around grabbing the milk for a cup of coffee. Starting the coffee pot I go back in search of something for breakfast. Opting for the simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast, I pull out the bacon to start with. Pulling out my cast iron skillet I get to work cooking the bacon. Slicing the bread I made the other day I added butter getting ready to toast that in the pan.

Since I don't grocery shop except for the bare necessities. The farm provides everything I need besides cleaning products. I can make everything else that I'll ever need to survive thankfully. Going through the motions I look over at the calendar seeing what needs to be done today, what plants need to be watered, checked, even planted. Today is probably a day where I'm wasting most of my time in the garden. With any luck Rubble will wake up soon and let me get what I need to get done. I rarely have any contact with anyone in the MC. The only ones I have ever talked to were the major crew; Bear, Rubble, Kado, Forger, Patriot, Shovelhead, Cueball, and Gears.

The long list of ranked members helped me in some way. Bear, the President of Archangels MC saved me from some really bad men who did some really bad things. Rubble the Vice-President of the MC was the one I got in contact with when I needed things. Kado, the SGT at Arms helped set up defenses and taught me a lot of ways to defend myself after years of training he helped me grow a backbone with a cold facade. Gears the Road Captain taught me how to fix anything with an engine, defenses and military tactics.

Shovelhead, the club's Secretary, gave me ways to keep my records straight and not need to worry about anything coming to bite me in the ass. Then we have Cueball the Treasurer of the club who helps me straighten my finances. Patriot the Enforcer that helped me learn more intense defenses, tactics, and hunting methods. Then we have Forger, the Chaplain of the club, when I was first rescued I was in a really bad place. Forger helped ease me in a way I never thought possible; he made things make sense to an extent.

All of these men helped me train in more ways than one. They helped me learn how to survive on my own without the outside world. I've learned traits that have helped them complete their mission in saving men and women in need of a fresh start. After the men risk their lives to pull out these men and women they are sent to me, to get a completely new identity. Forger sends communications to them, helping them the way he did me. I give them a new identity, a plane ticket and send them on their way with contact numbers that should only be used in life or death situations.

Flipping the bacon in the pan I watch as it sizzles creating this enticing scent. I've always been a fan of bacon, so it's not surprising. Hearing the floor boards creaking upstairs I can tell the coffee has woken up Rubble. The man is a fiend for coffee whenever he smells it he has to have a cup. Hearing the water for the shower turn on I continue to make breakfast, going through the motions. Pulling the bacon off I toast the bread, getting the eggs ready to make. Getting the plates and cups down I make my own cup of coffee.

Taking a sip I look out the window pulling off the toast and starting the eggs. I'm pretty sure that by the time Rubble gets down here he will be more than ready to eat and leave. The man is impatient when it comes to coming out here to check on operations. I can't say it's because he doesn't like me - it's just that he would rather be dealing with things back at HQ. He is the Vice so I can't say that it's all that shocking to be fair. As I finish up the eggs I listen as the floorboards creak on the stairs. "Smells good. What's for food?" Rubble asks as he wanders into the kitchen going straight for the coffee pot.