SENSEI

 

I’m sitting at the bar with Scratch waiting for the call to come through on the arrival of Spanner. Ruby, our head club girl, is laughing about how she and Cindi spent last night doing Jell-O shots while we were all spending our time being ambushed by the Ishikawa Yakuza. My mind boggles how these club girls can party all night and still manage to function all day without a hassle.

“How ‘bout you, Sensei? You up for a party tonight?” Cindi asks, thrusting her boobs forward as she leans down onto the bar and looks up at me through her lashes while blinking rapidly.

I chuckle, swallowing a large gulp of my beer while taking a little longer-than-necessary glance at her cleavage. Scratch bumps into my side as I place my stein down on the bar, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Possibly… my family is coming in tonight, so I might have to rain check. But keep your door open for me in the future.”

She pouts and lets out a small whimper. “Shame, I love tugging on those dreadlocks.”

Scratch laughs and slaps me on the back as his cell rings, and he puts it up to his ear. “Yellow?”

I glance at him.

“Awesome, we’ll head out now.” Scratch ends the call, tips his chin to me in a gesture of ‘it’s time to go,’ then stands grabbing his keys. “Spanner’s here… time to fix my baby.” His beaming smile is almost contagious.

I gulp down the last of my beer and wink at Cindi as I stand from my stool and head with Scratch out of the clubrooms toward the main gate. Gatekeeper pulls it open, and I see a woman standing there with a toolbox.

She has strawberry blonde, edging on the side of red, hair pulled back in a ponytail. A red bandana tied around her head keeping her hair from her stunning face. Her eyes are smothered in dark makeup, but her irises are an intense hazel, the flecks of combatting gold, green and brown make them stand out against her harsh makeup.

The next thing I notice is the beauty mark on her upper lip, just like the one Cindy Crawford has. This woman looks like a supermodel, but with a hardcore edge, and I definitely am not mistaken by the fact her arms are littered with an intricate, full sleeve of colored tattoos. I can’t decide if she looks like a girly girl or a tough-as-fuck prison inmate. Her curvy, but toned figure is covered in a tight white tank top and a pair of blue coveralls tied at her waist. My cock instantly approves as I look her up and down, but I have to admit I’m slightly confused as to who the fuck she is and what the hell she’s doing here.

“We didn’t order a fucking stripper? Did we order a fucking stripper?” Scratch murmurs in my ear as she places her hand on her hip, blowing out a bubble from the piece of pink gum she’s chewing. It pops with a loud bang, and I open my eyes wide as she stares at us.

I clear my throat as she looks me up and down.

“You gonna let me come in, or what, slick?” Her curt manner shocks me, and I jolt my head back in surprise at her tone.

“First of all, I have no idea who you are. Secondly, we’re expecting Spanner. He should be here.”

She rolls her eyes, and my mouth twitches at her sass. “You’re looking at her, man.” She looks past us into the compound like she’s bored as another bubble pops from her mouth.

Scratch lets out a loud laugh and nods his head in approval. “Fuck yeah!”

Tilting my head at this turn of events, I look her over. She appears like she could handle just about anything thrown at her. She has the edge of a fierce woman, the attitude to match, and I have no idea what the hell is going on right now, but something about her is having a massive effect on me.

Clearing my throat and trying to reign in my composure, I gesture for her to walk in. She smiles at me, and it’s fucking dazzling as she steps up to my side, toolbox in her hand while she walks between Scratch and me as we head toward Scratch’s bike.

“So… you’re a mechanic?” Scratch asks looking her up and down in an overly obvious way.

She chuckles, but it’s more like a ‘fuck you’ than anything else. “Brilliant deduction! What gave it away? And you might want to stop looking at me like that, cowboy, these cookies aren’t up for grabs. Not for you anyway,” she snaps at Scratch.

He chuckles bringing his hand to his chest and fakes a heart attack. “Oh fuck, girl’s got bite. You sure you don’t want just a little taste, princess?”

She snorts and shakes her head. “With you? Think I’ll pass. And call me princess again, slick, and I’ll cut off all that pretty hair of yours while you sleep.”

Scratch runs his fingers through his long brown locks and shakes his head. “Too far… too fucking far.”

I let out a small chuckle as I glance at her sideways and then ask the question running around my head since I spoke to Smokin’ Joe. “Why do they call you Spanner?”

She snorts rolling her eyes like she’s had to tell this story a thousand times. “So I’m pretty sure you know Smokin’ Joe’s all Australian. Back in the land down under they call wrenches, spanners. Since moving to the States, he hasn’t been able to shake off his Aussie slang.” She cocks her lips up in a grin. “Even though he’s been here close to thirty-five years, he still talks like the Crocodile Hunter.”

A slow smile creeps on my face watching her talk about Smokin’ Joe. She definitely has affection for him.

“So, for me to fit into the shop, be one of the guys, he thought it best I have a nickname. Spanner it was, and has been since I can remember.” A look of fondness crosses her face, and I can’t help but smile. As we approach Scratch’s ride, her eyes open wide as she looks at his mangled bike. She pulls to a halt and places her toolbox on the ground tilting her head. “This is the ride I need to look at?”

Scratch nods. “She’s my baby.”

Spanner winces and looks over the bike from a distance. “What the hell happened?”

“One of my brothers hit her with a fucking truck,” Scratch replies, and she lets out a loud laugh and nods like this is a normal everyday occurrence.

“Okay, well, you’re gonna have to bring that hunk of tin to my shop.”

I look to her and puff out my chest. “No. You can fix it here.”

She finally glances over at me and raises her brow assessing me as her eyes wander my body looking me up and down. The simple gesture makes my cock damn-well throb.

“You don’t have the things I need here.” Her tone drops an octave, her voice taking on a sexy huskier tone, and with that, my cock instantly begins to harden.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the hell is this woman playing at right now?

Well, I can play just as easily.

“Right then, Spanner, what do you need?” I ask looking back at her right into her hazel eyes. Our eyes lock, and I notice her breath catches. She might be playing a game with me, but we’re both being affected by each other right now. The staring between us is making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as silence engulfs the compound, and all background noise seems to cease. The tension rises as she swallows hard and then finally looks away from me breaking our connection as she stares back at the bike.

Spanner smiles and runs her hand along the crumpled tank. “Well then, I need an industrial-size dumpster because that ride… is fucked.”

That’s her answer after our moment? Whatever the fuck that moment was shocks me, and I furrow my brows in annoyance.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I reply, my anger taking hold before I can contain myself.

She looks at me with a smirk. “It’s fucked. Scopata. Baisée. Gefickt. Jodido. Körd… comprende?”

Hearing her say fucked in five different languages with such fluidity and ease has my body working overtime keeping itself together. This woman might look like a firecracker, a tough nut who only works as a mechanic and knows nothing other than engines, but I can tell just from that little display, she’s smart despite what her looks tell me about her. This has my cock aching even harder, and I’m trying everything in my power to keep myself in check right now.

Scratch bursts out laughing. I’m nothing but confused seeing as how he was just told his ride is totaled. Shouldn’t he be devastated by this news? Not laughing at this woman’s apparent talent for linguistic flair.

I turn to Scratch as my brows crease together. “Are you not annoyed your ride is trashed?”

He nods with a broad smile. “Well, yeah, but watching you squirm is sooo worth it.”

Scrunching up my face, I scoff out a, “Fuck off.”

Scratch then turns to Spanner. “So, really, you can’t fix her?”

Spanner shakes her head running her hand over the tank and grimacing. “Nah, man, your ride’s toast.”

Scratch slumps and frowns. “Shit!” He lets out an exaggerated sigh and shrugs. “Thanks anyway.” He turns walking off hurriedly leaving me with Spanner as she watches him march away.

Raising a brow at Scratch’s strange behavior, I turn back to see Spanner running her hands all over his bike, her eyes focusing on certain parts as she tinkers with small sockets and runs her fingers over the bent air filter.

I fold my arms over my chest. “What the fuck are you doing now?”

She doesn’t look at me or stop what she’s doing but continues to check over the bike. “It can still be used for spare parts. Chillax. You’re so uptight.”

Relaxing my muscles slightly, I drop my arms from around me and let out a small huff. “Things are… tense here at the moment.”

She turns her head to look at me and nods blowing another bubble and letting it pop. “Yeah… you’re a biker. Shit’s always tense. It’s how you deal with it that makes the man.” She turns back to the bike as I raise my brow at her words and watch her working on Scratch’s bike. Her body is riddled with tattoos—she’s definitely hot as fuck. I had no idea Smokin’ Joe had someone like Spanner working for him. Joe normally comes here on his own and never mentioned he had people at his shop. Never had to until now I suppose.

“So, Spanner… do you work for Smokin’ Joe full-time?” I ask wondering if there’s a way I can maybe try to see her again. She’s captured my attention in more than the usual way, and all I know is I don’t want this to be the last time I see her.

She snorts. “Yeah, I’m his right-hand man. But I’ll probably be taking over sooner rather than later. But that’s a whole kettle of fish I’d rather not fry right now.”

“Okay… well, if I agree to let you have Scratch’s bike for spare parts… you have to agree to let me bring it to the shop for you.”

She stands up from her crouched position and looks me up and down, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks, and she smirks. “Is this your way of trying to see me again?” She blows a big bubble, the bubble pops, and then she licks the gum back into her mouth.

Fucking hell! I take a breath and try to center myself.

“I’m just trying to get you your parts, Spanner… make of that what you will.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes turning back to the bike. “Man, you’re wound up tighter than an inmate in the shower room of the local jail who just dropped his damn soap.”

Raising my brow, my lips turn up slightly in a small smile as she grabs hold of the fog lamp and twists it slightly making it fall out.

She lets out a small giggle while shaking her head as she turns back to me and sighs. “Okay, bring the bike to me, so I can scrap her for parts, and then we’ll go from there… yeah, pretty boy?”

My smile falls, and I scowl at her. “Pretty boy?”

She laughs. “You should see your face right now. Fucking priceless! What’s your road name, pretty?”

Folding my arms over my chest again, I stand taller looking down at her through strong eyes, but she doesn’t even budge at my firm glare. She simply pops another bubble while waiting for me to talk.

This woman! She really has no fear.

“First of all, you think it’s okay to talk to a brother this way?”

She smiles. “Well, thing is, I’m not scared of bikers like most women. I can handle myself. So that death glare you’re shooting through at me right now is doing nothing but sending your blood pressure sky high. Might want to take some aspirin or something in case you have a heart attack too with the way your face is turning red there, pretty.”

The way she’s talking is having the most remarkable effect on me. That typhoon standing in front of me is also swarming around inside of me, and it’s one of anger and one of insatiable damn lust. Her answering back and talking with such intent is something I’m not used to from women. I’ve only ever had women either falling at my feet or being completely terrified of me. But never, ever, have I had one treat me the way Spanner is right now.

It’s throwing me off my game.

“Call me pretty one more time…” I pause and crease my brows, “… and I will show you just how pretty a shade of red will be on your ass when I’m through with you.”

She waggles her eyebrows salaciously and pops a bubble leaning in closer to me. “Who says I wouldn’t like that?”

My damn cock springs to attention as she lets out a small chuckle while turning and bending over to look at something else on the bike. I can’t help but stare at her perfect round ass as it sits right in front of me, even in those baggy coveralls, and I tilt my head knowing she did that on purpose.

Fuck me! This woman is a fucking tease.

“When can you have her to me, biker with no name?” Spanner asks as she stands up folding her arms just under her breasts pushing them up, so they look extra pert and ready for the taking.

Fucking hell!

Trying to keep my eyes up and on her eyes is taking every ounce of strength I have as I grin. “Sensei, my road name is Sensei.”

“Hmm… I like it. Suits you. Which style is your poison?” she asks, and I know exactly what she means.

“Jujutsu.”

She nods, pursing her lips. “The Japanese style of Jujitsu, I’m impressed.” She smirks. “So, if you’re into that shit… you into tantric and the Kama Sutra, too? You look the type.”

Letting out a puff of air half surprised that she knows the difference between Brazilian and Japanese martial arts, and also at the blasé way she’s asked that question, I move awkwardly as she watches me assessing my every move. “Umm… not that it is any of your business… but no… I haven’t studied the ways of tantric nor the Kama Sutra… but, I’m well versed in the ways of… fucking women…” I narrow my eyes at her, “… hard.”

A slow smile grows on her lips as she blows another bubble, and it pops. She sucks the gum back into her mouth and raises her brow at me, another shade of pink slowly creeps over her cheeks like she’s affected by what I’ve just said.

“Good to know.” She leans down grabbing her toolbox and turns stepping off leaving me next to the bike completely stunned.

“See ya ‘round… pretty,” she calls out and then picks up her step as she heads out of the gate to her car.

While I watch her walk out, I think of the only thing crossing my mind right now—her, bent over my knee and me spanking the ever-loving shit out of her like I promised I’d do.

Fuck! This woman has gotten under my skin, and this doesn’t happen to me. I use women as a means to release tension, and Spanner’s only making tension rise inside of me. She’s testing me. Unraveling all my emotions. And I’m unsure whether I love it or loathe the feeling. The only thing I know for sure is I will be the one to take Scratch’s ride to Smokin’ Joe’s Garage. Because I cannot let that encounter be the last time I see her.

Spanner steps around the side of the gate and Gatekeeper closes it behind her. I rub the back of my neck wondering what the hell just happened as I turn and head inside to find Vibe. He’s the man I need right now. Striding into the clubhouse, the general low drawl of Led Zeppelin rings over the speakers as I head straight for the bar. Vibe is seated next to Scratch as he drowns his sorrows.

“So Spanner said it was completely totaled?” Vibe asks, his Finnish accent coming through strong, especially on the word ‘was.’

Scratch groans banging his head on the bar with frustration. “My ride’s fucked. May as well throw it on the shit pile.”

“Well, at least you can buy a new baby now?” Vibe questions but it’s more of a statement as I step up to them, and Vibe looks at me with a shrug. His ice-blue eyes shining bright against his almost white hair, it’s so blond. He looks like some model from a Finnish magazine. Well, all except for the bruises which still adorn his face from the smack down the Ishikawa gave him.

Scratch groans out a muffled “yeah,” and I place my hand on his back in an attempt to try to soothe him.

“I’m glad you feel that way, brother…” My eyes dart to the ceiling. “I’m wondering if you would be opposed to the idea of letting Spanner have her for parts? I’m sure she’d pay you for the parts she uses.”

Scratch looks up with a forlorn appearance on his face, and he frowns.

There’s not one brother at the club who wouldn’t be fucking devastated if they lost their ride, so we all feel for Scratch. Our bikes are like an extension of our bodies, and we treasure them. They mean more than just a damn machine to us. Our rides hold down a set of ideals which celebrate more than just our freedom on the road but also undeniable loyalty to our club.

“My baby’s gonna be recycled?” He groans but slowly nods his head. “I guess it’s like her being a fucking organ donor.”

Vibe chuckles, and I nod. “Precisely. She can be reborn and live on as parts for other bikes, brother.”

“Yeah, fine! Send her to the fucking scrap hounds. Just make sure I get some money for her,” he demands, and I nod.

“Want me to take care of it for you?”

His lips turn up in a small smirk. “Oh… so you can deal with the sexy Spanner personally?”

“I’ll conduct business with her… yes.”

“Uh-huh, business. If that’s what you call it these days, brother.” Scratch smirks lifting up his hand, and Vibe smacks him in a high five.

Ignoring him with a grunt, I turn to Vibe. “Vibe, can you come with me to deliver the bike to Smokin’ Joe’s Garage.”

Vibe nods and smirks. “Yep, but it’ll have to be tomorrow. Truck’s in the workshop getting the radiator repaired.”

Taking a deep breath, I smile.

Tomorrow.

I will see Spanner again tomorrow.

“Good… tomorrow it is then.”

I turn and walk off, leaving Scratch and Vibe to drink alone while I head to the sleeping quarters to check on the preparations of the rooms for my family. They will be here soon, and I need to know everything’s in working order. But as I walk, I pull out my cell and dial Smokin’ Joe’s number. It rings, and he answers fairly quickly.

“What?”

“Joe, it’s Sensei… Spanner just left. But she asked about having the bike delivered to the shop for spare parts. Can you let her know I’ll be by tomorrow with the bike?”

“Yeah… is that all?” he asks then breaks out into a fit of coughing.

Wincing, I sigh. “Yes, tomorrow.”

He continues to cough and splutter, and then suddenly, the line goes dead like he’s hung up. Raising my brow, I nod. “Good chat,” and keep walking down the hall.

I notice Ruby coming out of one of the bedrooms, and she smiles. “Oh, hey, Sensei. I’ve made up the two rooms for your family. They’re all set to go. Trax helped me put together a bunk bed for the girls, but don’t worry, we fought the urge to christen them.”

Screwing up my face, I let out a grunt while she giggles. “Ruby, the mere fact that you even thought about fucking in the room my sisters will be sleeping in… is disturbing to me.”

She snorts out a laugh and slaps my chest. “Oh, Sensei, lighten up. It was just a joke. Did anyone ever tell you you’re too tense?”

“Oddly enough… all the time.”

She smiles. “Then perhaps you should… let go a little. Find a woman who can unleash that beast inside of you, Sensei. You deserve to let your inner wild child flow free. Let your inner feng shui out or whatever it is you’re into.”

Cocking my head, I smirk. “Just because I’m Asian does not mean I’m into feng shui.”

She chuckles again not caring. “Gaaa… I’m trying to help you grow. Sensei, live a little, try something different. Be spontaneous. When was the last time you did something that wasn’t calculated to death first after you went through all the possible scenarios in your head before you did it?”

My Adam’s apple bobs up and down in my throat. “This discussion is closed, Ruby.”

She chuckles. “We’ll get you out of your Ninja Turtle shell.”

“Jesus Christ, Ruby. Don’t talk to a brother like that…” I let it float for a moment before continuing, “Go make yourself useful.”

She chuckles while starting to walk off. “Yes, oh wise Master Splinter,” she mocks calling me the name of the Ninja Turtles pet rat as she skips off down the hall.

Luckily, I’m in a normal mood and let it slide. Shaking my head, I open the door to the first bedroom and walk in to see the bunk beds made up. The pink comforters are sitting nicely on the beds, and the white pillows are fluffed up to perfection. The room is sparse, but there’s a desk on the far wall big enough for them to both sit and do their homework if they need to. Ruby’s done a great job. There’s even a vase of flowers on the desk.

I dislike the fact my kid sisters will be here for God only knows how long. They’re both naturally shy, but mischievous at the best of times, and being here, in this environment, might push them further into their shells. At least I’ll have Ruby to look out for them. The other club girls will help as well, I’m sure.

I know Ruby likes to harass me, at the best of times, but she only has our best interests at heart. She’s a club girl, and they’re mostly here for our enjoyment. But Ruby’s been with the club for a long time—since she was eighteen. She’s twenty-four now and hasn’t looked back since joining. She’s a true asset as much as she tries and sometimes succeeds in giving us shit.

She runs this place to perfection, and she does it well. Though, I think with Foxy being claimed, she might come in and shake things up a bit being the top woman. It could put Ruby’s nose out of joint for a while.

Ruby knows her place when she needs to. She knows how we treat our club girls and is fine with her position in our club. She does get some liberties due to the time she’s been around, but she knows the main reason for being here is to service us when we want her and to be quiet and respectful the rest of time. Club girls’ duties also include keeping the clubhouse clean and tidy along with kitchen duties. So, it will be interesting to see how she takes to Foxy, and how Foxy will take to club life. My gut instinct is Foxy will adapt with skill and ease.

She’s a natural.

Foxy being claimed by Torque, my president, was a big deal considering his past. No one thought he would move past the death of his pregnant wife just over six years ago. Then along came Foxy and turned his world upside down. She’s changed him for the better, I hope I can have that someday.

Turning around, I step out and head to the next room. Upon opening the door, I see a queen-size bed in the middle of the room with a red comforter. I smile knowing my father will be happy with this choice of color because in Japan, red denotes strength, passion, and self-sacrifice. Everything my father and mother stand for. This will make them feel more at ease while staying here.

I’m not sure if Trax and Ruby did this on purpose, or if it’s perchance, but either way, this is a win in my book.

My cell suddenly rings and notice it’s Gatekeeper. I swipe across the screen and turn out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

“Yes?”

“Sensei, your family has pulled into the compound,” he advises.

Relief floods through me, and the tense muscles in my body visibly begin to relax. “Excellent.” I end the call and walk with haste out of the club rooms into the compound. Noticing the minivan, it makes me smile as the back door slides open to reveal my sisters arguing. Mei jumps out holding onto her iPad as Keiko follows closely behind her waving her hands through the air.

“Seriously, Mei, you’ve been on that freaking channel for hours. I’m so sick of hearing Liza’s voice,” Keiko almost yells.

“Urgh, you don’t understand. Liza Koshy is the bomb dot com,” Mei calls back.

“I can think of something I can do with a bomb,” Keiko murmurs under her breath.

Advancing a little more, Mother and Father step out the front of the van.

“Girls… enough! Mei, turn off the iPad and say hello to your brother,” Mother demands, and I chuckle as I keep walking and finally stand in front of them.

Keiko grins at me stepping up, her long black hair is down past her shoulders as she jumps into my arms and smothers me in a tight hug.

Mei runs up and joins in, her ponytail swaying from side to side as I move my arm to wrap around her. She giggles using her finger to slide her glasses up her nose as she looks up at me with her big brown eyes. They sparkle with excitement, and I lean in pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

“How was your day?” I ask.

They both pull back and start talking at a fast rate and at the exact same time, so I can’t understand either one of them.

Shit.

“Oh heavens, girls, calm down. It is like you haven’t seen him in years. It’s only been a couple of weeks. Now move aside and let your mother through. I need to show my boy some love,” Mother chides.

They step out of the way, and Mother slides past as I open my arms to embrace her. She maneuvers into my arms, and I wrap myself around her tiny frame which cuddles into my chest. Her height has always astounded me.

How I managed to get to my height with such a tiny woman as my mother, I will never know.

“Son, has there been any news?” Mother asks.

I don’t know what the girls know, but I also don’t want to discuss anything in front of them just in case.

“Let’s get the girls settled first. They need to work on their school work.”

“Ohhh Daaad,” they both drone out in unison.

“No arguments. Mei, you are falling behind, and Keiko, you are in your final year of high school. You have to work hard. No more of this messing around on the internet.”

They both nod and look down at the ground. I weakly smile as I know how they both feel, I went through this too—the pressure to succeed at school. Father put me through all of that as well, and all the while training and disciplining me in martial arts and the art of war. He was tougher on me than he is with the girls, but I still see him acting reasonably firm with them. I didn’t turn out too bad. Sure, I’m not perfect, but the girls have an expert trainer, so I’m sure they will be taught and groomed well.

I know they will be fine.

It’s tough, but they will learn to be righteous individuals, and they can protect themselves should the need arise.

“Come through… I will show you to your rooms. You can settle in and start on your homework,” I suggest.

Father slides open the rear of the van, and we reach in grabbing their luggage.

I take both of the girls’ bags while Father takes his and Mother’s, and we step off. Once inside the clubhouse, everyone turns to watch us as we walk in, my brothers all nodding a gesture of hello to my family as they arrive. The girls smile and wave, but my parents keep to themselves. They have never been a big fan of me being a part of this club, but they know the Defiance MC will keep us all safe.

Walking down the hall, I take them to their rooms and look to the first door. “This is your room, sisters.”

Mei smiles and opens the door running in without hesitation. “I’m on top,” she calls out, and Keiko groans.

“Bunk beds? What are we? Five?” Keiko asks as we walk in.

Father huffs as I place the luggage next to the desk. “What have I taught you about being grateful, Keiko?” Father looks at her sternly, and she nods her head with a wince.

“Sorry, Rai. Thank you for having us.”

I nod and turn walking out of their room and close the door behind me leading Mother and Father to theirs. Opening the door, we walk in, and Father places their luggage on the floor and smiles. “This will do nicely. Thank you, son.”

“Yes, thank you, Raiden. We really appreciate you and your clan taking us in like this,” Mother beams, and I let out a stifled laugh.

“It’s a club, not a clan, and the members are my brothers…” I pause remembering these are my parents, and I need to speak courteously to them. Their understanding of my club and its members holds little interest to them. “I think you should take a seat… we have things we need to discuss.”