Chapter Nineteen
Diablo sat atthe bar, watching Brutus and Army play a game of pool. It’d been one week since Fallon had moved into her own apartment. Each time he caught her standing in her kitchen admiring the appliances, he had to laugh. In many ways she was just starting to grow up. Her dad had kept her sheltered and dependent on him for all of her life. Diablo narrowed his eyes. Her dad probably didn’t want her telling people what he’d done to her, so he made her afraid of life and living.
“How’s Fallon liking the apartment?” Muerto asked as he sat on the barstool.
“Loves it. You’d think she was living in a fuckin’ mansion the way she’s been carrying on. It does look better with the new paint.”
Muerto jerked his head back. “Paint? What the fuck?”
Diablo shrugged. “Raven brought over several cans a few days ago. I gotta admit the colors look better than all them white walls.”
Muerto guffawed. “Raven really pushes my buttons sometimes.”
“No control over your woman?” Chains said as he came over to them.
Muerto shook his head. “But I fucking love it.”
“That’s why I like to fly solo,” Chains said.
“Flying solo’s the only way I’m going. I don’t need a woman around my neck telling me what to do, or tying me down. I like the variety pack when it comes to fuckin’,” Goldie added as he came up to the bar.
“I heard you got a Road Glide Special.” Diablo curled his fingers around his beer bottle.
Goldie’s blue eyes lit up. “It’s a fuckin’ beauty. Just what a Road Captain needs. I fuckin’ loaded it, spared no expenses. It’s metallic silver and looks like a flash of lightning when I’m speeding down the road.”
Soon all the brothers who were in the main room formed a circle around Goldie. A new Harley was big news; no other conversation could rival it. They all followed him outside, his bike gleaming under the sun.
“It’s fuckin’ wicked,” Diablo said as he hunched down on his knees to inspect it.
“Awesome, bro.” Army ran his hands over the shiny silver body.
For the next hour, the brothers admired the newest addition to their family. The club girls sat on the front porch scowling and shaking their heads, griping about how a metal and chrome bike could get all the attention for the last two hours.
“We gotta celebrate, dude,” Army said. The other brothers voiced their agreement.
As they discussed the particulars of the celebration, Steel rode up on his Harley. He walked over to Goldie’s new bike. “Fuck, this is gorgeous. You just get it?”
Goldie nodded.
“We were just saying that we need to celebrate,” Cue Ball said.
Steel ran his hands over the handlebars. “For fucking sure. Why don’t we go over to Cuervos?” Steel was part owner of a non-biker bar in town. His buddy from back in the day, Jorge, was the other owner.
“Sounds like a plan,” Goldie said.
“But this is for brothers and club women only,” Army said. Many of the brothers agreed with him.
“That’s cool. I’m sure our women don’t want to hear about Harleys all night. I’ll tell Jorge to expect us around eight,” Steel replied.
As the brothers continued talking, Diablo went around to the side of the clubhouse and took out his phone.
Diablo:Hey. How’s work?
Fallon:Great! I love this bookstore.
Diablo:Goldie got a new Harley. It’s fuckin’ badass. Brothers r gonna celebrate tonite.
Fallon:You celebrate when someone buys a bike?
