He nods.
“Good. Keep me posted on that friend of yours and the race details. You can fill everyone in next time we have church.”
“On it.”
“Okay, now fuck off out of my office. I need to get these fucking invoices sorted.”
“You need help, Pres. Get a chick in to do some of the paperwork for you.” Flame laughs.
“Don’t need a chick for that, brother. They have their other uses.” He chuckles before looking down at his desk and all the paperwork.
“You mean like Mindy?” Flame laughs, but Racer’s face hardens.
“Fuck off, now— before I put you on toilet duty,” Pres snaps.
Mindy is Racer’s crazy ex-wife. She thinks she still can rule his life, even though she has remarried some rich old guy who is at death’s door.
“Come on.” I push Flame toward the door.
We walk down the hall back to the main room, and I scan it for Val but do not see her. Savage is at the bar, scrolling on his phone with a candy bar in one hand.
“Brother, the bitch is in her room. Her mouth sure is fucking trashy. Called me all sorts of names. Did you know that gay men are the worst of the worst, are viler than child fiddlers?” He laughs, and humor shines in his eyes.
“She fucking did not?”
“Oh, she did. So a man who fucks with kids is safer than a gay man, according to that cunt in there. No clue what you saw in her,” Savage says around a mouthful of chocolate.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt. “Sorry, brother.
“Not on you, handsome. You cannot control the shit people think, say, or do. That is on them.”
“I know, but fuck. It is crazy how much she has changed.” I scrub my hands over my face.
“Life does that to you. She has been through some shit, Crash, you know that. Hell, you lived through some of it with her. But that does not excuse her behavior now. She is an adult, and knows right from wrong, but you can’t ever take responsibility for someone else’s actions.”
I think over his words, and I know he is right but that does not take away the shitty feeling that I am the reason she is here.
Our history brought her here to the club, but her intentions are far more than getting back into my bed. I know that now— in how she told some bullshit lies to Stevie to hurt her and to keep her from me, and in the way she is treating my brothers, my found family.
“I can’t fucking wait for all this bullshit to be over with, so I can get things in a good place with Stevie.”
“I hear you, man. She seems to be the complete opposite to trash-mouth, so maybe try and keep this one, okay.” He winks at me.
“I plan to, brother.”
My phone rings before he can say anything else. Alex’s name pops up on the screen.
“Hey, man,” I answer.
“Logan, or should we call you Crash now?” He laughs.
“Crash is good.”
“Man, you did anything but crash, so fuck knows how you got that nickname, but whatever.”
“Long story for another day. You got me a race?”
“I got youtheerace. Five-thousand buy-in. You race three other drivers, and win, to get into the final race. You know the drill.”
