Geeze, these bikers are gorgeous, not like those bikers that I see downtown.
“Slash,” Pixie says, looking at him.
Pixie’s eyes light up; she actually glows. I know that she likes him. He looks at her, and he likes her, but he’s being more reserved. I bet that there is something there.
“I need help with some Brothers that were shot on a run,” Slash says.
“Of course,” Pixie says, nodding.
Another biker walks up, stands looking at Slash. He looks harder, with a strong commanding presence. I look at his Cut, the patch, Prez. Demon.
Ha, he’s the Prez and that means in charge, right?
“What the fuck happened,” Beau says, taking a few steps closer.
“It was a drive-by at the strip club,” Slash says.
“Who got shot,” Beau asks.
“Fierce and Savage,” Slash says.
“Fuck! Are they okay,” Beau asks.
“They’re alive,” Slash says.
“Did they see who it was,” Demon says, resting his hands on his waist.
“They didn’t see because it was a black van,” Slash says. “Spy and Menace brought them in the cage. I need to take care of the gunshots.”
“Fuck,” Demon says, shaking his head.
Pixie and Slash walk away, over to the steel door, and enter a code.
“Fuck! I’m going to get Spy to look at the street cameras for the fuckers,” Demon says, walking away.
“Baby, I’ll be right back,” Beau says, looking at me. “I need to talk to my Brothers.”
“Okay, I’ll wait here at the bar,” I say, nodding.
Beau kisses me and walks away. I lean against the bar countertop and look around the room.
It’s starting to get busy; the club whores are strutting their goods. I don’t see my sister, and I want to know if she’s okay.
“Would you like a drink,” the biker behind the bar asks, resting his hands on the bar countertop.
“Yes, a beer,” I say, nodding.
I watch him grab a bottle, pop off the cap, and bring it to me.
“Thanks,” I say.
I grab the beer and take a drink. I slide onto the stool and pull my cell phone out of my purse.
No missed calls or messages.
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