Goldie:It closes @ 9. Leroy’s the best bet.
Hailey:K. See u @ 9:30.♥u.
Goldie:Me too.
Happy that she’d see Goldie in a couple of hours, she rubbed her shoulders, stretched out her neck, and returned to the computer.
***
Goldie washed up,glad his last appointment of the day was over. He shook out his hands and clenched and unclenched his fingers many times.I need a good workout.Sitting for hours at a time, hunched over while tattooing someone made his muscles stiffer than a board. He normally worked out five to six times a week, but he’d gotten off his schedule since he started seeing Hailey. Deciding he had to get back to his routine, he chose to go to the clubhouse before meeting up with her for dinner.
The clubhouse had a full gym in the basement, including a small boxing rink. Most of the brothers took advantage of it, and sometimes they would stage fights between themselves. He loved getting into the rink and punching a worthy opponent, especially after a stress-filled day.
Ryan had left without a word to him. He hadn’t seen him since that fateful day when his friend found out about his relationship with Hailey. Goldie had hoped that at least they could’ve talked, but Ryan never returned his texts or his phone calls. He’d let it go, but the sting of Ryan giving up their friendship started to anger him. Ryan acted like Goldie wasn’t good enough for Hailey, like he was a piece of shit. He supposed that’s what hurt the most, the way Ryan abhorred the idea of Hailey with him.Fuck it.As long as he and Hailey were good with each other, nothing else mattered.
Walking into the clubhouse, he shook his head at Patches, who had started filling a shot glass. Then he went downstairs and began his workout.
An hour later, he came out of the shower and put on a clean T-shirt and pair of jeans. He glanced at his phone to check if he missed any texts from Hailey. Seeing that he had a little bit of time before he met up with her, he went to the main room and took the shot Patches poured for him. The smokiness of the smooth whiskey tasted good, and it warmed his belly. He motioned for another.
“We’re getting a poker game together. You in?” Brutus asked.
“No, I’m meeting Hailey soon. Another time.”
“You’re never around here, dude,” Skull said.
Goldie smirked. “Do you miss me?
Skull punched his arm and sat on one of the barstools.
“We miss you,” Ruby said from the couch. “All of you.” She placed her finger in her mouth and pushed it in and out.
Goldie laughed. “You got plenty of that with the brothers. One less cock doesn’t mean that much.”
“It does when it’s yours,” Fina said as she pressed her breasts together and bent down low.
“Fuck!” Brutus said as the brothers in the main room whistled.
“Give us a dance and show us your big tits, sweet butt.” Army said as he laid down his pool cue and came over to Goldie and the others.
In a flash, the TV was muted and the jukebox blared out “Pour Some Sugar On Me” as Fina started moving seductively. Not to be outshined, Ruby jumped up and joined her, and the men hooted and whistled. Goldie watched as the women ran their hands over their bodies. From the corner of his eye, he saw Diablo come in. The sergeant-at-arms glanced over at the women, then back at Goldie as he came over to the bar.
“I got the list of names from Dog. You wanna see them?”
Goldie looked away from Fina and Ruby playing with their tits. “For the eagle ornament?” Diablo nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go to the church room.”
Inside the meeting room, Diablo handed him ten pages. “I looked through them, but I’m not sure what I’m looking for.”
“Any name we recognize, the vehicle, and whatever shit they have in their records. That chick Army’s fucking at the sheriff’s office said they hardly have any evidence in the rape cases. They know it’s that fuckin’ Krutcher, but they don’t have much to convict him. She said his car matched a witness’s description, but they didn’t find any hood ornament.”
“He probably took it off,” Diablo said.
“That’s what I’m thinking. If we can get proof he bought one, it’ll help put him away without any shit about being a nutcase. I just want to nail his ass any way I can.”
“I can see that. Helping the badges with their case isn’t like you.”
“If the fucker wasn’t in custody, he’d already be in a grave.” Goldie picked up the document and started going through the names. On the last page, he paused.
“See something?”
