The Valkyrie MC

THE DUCHESS Friday nights are my favourite. Unless we’re out on a job, we have a party at my bar, Valhalla. We drink too much, smoke too much, f**k around, whatever it is that makes us happy. This week was like any other in Redville Beach. It was scorching hot, so we’d broken one of the grills out and we’d have one of our chefs cooking up a f**k tonne of burgers and hot dogs all night. All of the patched members of the Valkyrie would attend as long as they weren’t on a job, and they all brought partners, relatives, people they were f*****g, whatever it might be. Our parties were always popular, and more so when it was hot. As soon as the grill came out, half the town would turn up for a night of drink, drugs and s*x. It was common knowledge what went down in my bar, but I had local law enforcement eating out of my hand, they wouldn’t touch us. It helped, of course, that a good few of the local cops were very good customers of mine. Our weed was very popular, even with the law. Life was good. My name is Alexandra Madden. I’m the Duchess. I run this town. Everyone would be wise to remember that.