Grinder’s Impasse Novel – WHILE GRINDER WAS in some meeting where the fate of his membership in the club was being determined, I sat on my own at the table. Axel had disappeared after assuring me he wouldn’t be far. He also made sure I remembered I wasn’t allowed to wander around the clubhouse until someone let me know what rooms I can and can’t go in. I don’t want to do anything wrong, so with my bottle of water in hand, I remained sitting at the table alone.
The quiet of the place let me figure out some of what I was feeling regarding Grinder. Never did I believe he would want to be with me. As far as I was concerned, he was just being kind to me because of my brother. I have a loose association with the club now I supposed you could say since I’m Satan’s sister. I’m thinking about Satan, Grinder, getting to know the rest of my family, and losing my mom. Losing my mom is never far from my mind at all.
Her death has been the worst thing I’ve had to deal with so far in my life. Along with not knowing for so long about my family and who they were. I’m still so confused and mad about how close they’ve always been to me, and I didn’t know it at all. Memories assault me of the sound of a motorcycle riding by my house on multiple occasions when I was little. It couldn’t be anyone other than my daddy. I never got to know the man and now I never will. As I’m lost in my head, someone bumps into the table.
It’s pushed so hard; the table is now pressing into my stomach and chest as I sit in the chair. Gasping because of the pain and surprise, I look up to find a woman standing before me with a sneer on her overly made-up face. Her make-up is so caked on, it looks as if it’s several days’ worth instead of just from today. The clothes she’s wearing appear to be several sizes too small as her fake boobs and hip hang out of them almost on full display. I don’t know anyone who would ever dress like this.
Raine doesn’t and the women who came to the funeral with the other men didn’t dress like this either. I’m not sure who this woman belongs to or why she’s so angry with me.