Rev sat beside him, one boot crossed over his knee.“Coward shit can still kill people.”
Podge, sitting on the other side of Rev with a notebook resting on his thigh, nodded.“And cost a fortune.”
Magnum, behind the bar, leaned back against the counter with his arms crossed.“Podge cares about the money.Shocking.”
“I care about us not going broke because some shadowy group of rich assholes is playing with us,” Podge shot back.
Several heads turned my way.Not all at once, and not in a dramatic way, but enough.
Britta stepped out of the kitchen with a towel in her hand.“The Badger’s Den will be back open soon.”
Swift’s gaze moved to her immediately.“That’s wishful thinking, babe.”
Britta planted a hand on her hip.“No, it’s called positive thinking.”
“It’s called tempting fate,” Swift replied.
She narrowed her eyes.“You are always this cheerful?”
“For you?”His mouth twitched.“Always.”
Tempi looked over her shoulder.“Ignore him.He must have been born suspicious.”
Swift shrugged.“Kept me alive this far.”
“Barely,” Wheels muttered from beside me.
Swift looked at him.“You got something to say?”
“Nope.”
“That sounded like something.”
Wheels lifted his beer and took a drink.“Must’ve been the wind.”
“There is no wind inside,” Gramps said.
“Then it was Nugget.”
Nugget’s head snapped up.“Why am I catching strays?”
“Because you’re sitting there,” Method answered.
“That’s discrimination.”
“Against what?”Chewy asked.
“Handsome men with healthy appetites.”
Hodge groaned.“Jesus Christ.”
The room chuckled again, and I found myself sitting back, watching them.
Really watching them.
This was the Saint’s Outlaws MC.
This was the group I had been told to fear.The group city officials whispered about in meetings and used as the reason inspections needed to be delayed, permits needed extra review, and paperwork needed to disappear into piles that never moved.The dangerous outsiders.The criminals.The bikers who were supposedly bringing chaos to Madison.
