“Not yet. The asshole promoter’s trying to set something up as soon as possible. I’ll let you know.”
“You don’t like him?”
“Nah.”
“Any reason why?”
Diablo shrugged. “He rubs me the wrong way. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“It’s gonna fuckin’ suck to check out each chick who wants to party with us. I bet they’ll stop coming. Those asshole Pistons have fucked everything up,” Jigger said as he sat at the table.
“They’ll still come. Chicks can’t resist a bad boy. And they’re fuckin’ crazy for biker cock.” Army placed a bottle of Jack and five shot glasses on the table.
As Army, Goldie, Jigger, and Skull—who’d joined them—spoke, Diablo threw back the shot of Jack Army had given him and let his mind wander. It landed where it always did for the past two weeks—Fallon. When he first saw her, he was struck by how pretty her eyes were and how delicate-looking she was. The sprinkling of freckles that lay over the bridge of her nose made her look young—he put her at twenty, but he couldn’t be sure—and she was slender with small breasts and hips.
It disturbed him that she got angry when he told her she was beautiful.She’s been hurt real bad by some jerk. I wonder how she got her limp.She may have been born with a club foot, or had an accident. He’d been surprised by it, and he suspected it was one of the reasons she was so shy. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. He’d have to go slow with her. After spending that little bit of time with her, she reminded him of a little bird who’d broken its wing.
And for some unknown reason, he wanted to fix her wing so she could be whole and fly.
