Legacy, Steel, and Havoc are out back on the loungers with their women. Reagan is sleeping in Legacy’s arms. I’m surprised she stayed awake as long as she did with their three-month-old keeping them up at night. Tempe is at Steel’s side, talking to Aimee, Havoc’s old lady.
Even Ghost hasn’t left the party yet. He and his old lady, Luna, are on a couch in the back of the room. They’re talking instead of fucking since they did that already. Still, he flips me off when he catches me watching them, right before he stands up to take a phone call.
I’m not one to judge when I also have a reputation for fucking in the middle of the clubhouse, but Ghost and Luna have been outshining me in that department lately.
I drag my hand through my hair, walking through the aftermath of chaos. Spilled booze has my boots sticking to the floor with every step. Half-naked members and patch bunnies are scattered around the room. It’s a beautiful sight, and yet, I didn’t partake in any of it like I used to because everything is fucking wrong lately.
Being the VP of this club is all that’s ever mattered to me. I was born and raised in this life, and when I was given my position, I vowed nothing would come above it. It’s all I ever wanted. Now, as I look around, I’ve lost my purpose.
My drive.
Things that used to distract me haven’t meant shit these past few months.
Maybe it’s a good thing we’re going to war with Zane any minute. Drawing blood scratches an itch. Fighting gives me something to focus on. And now that the Feds are finally off our backs after breathing down our necks for the last year, I’ll get my chance to take out some of this aggression.
After we blew up the Iron Sinners compound, Rick Zane tried everything to tie us to the explosion. He didn’t appreciate us taking out the guys who were doing his dirty work. Only, they weren’t able to find anything, and now, they’ve finally backed off, giving us our opening.
Zane should start counting the days he has left. After everything he’s done to my brothers, their women, andthis city, he’s going to get what’s coming to him. He’s a dead man walking. I’ll make sure of it.
I cross the room, almost tripping over one of my brothers.
“Go find a fucking bed.” I kick him, and he groans, rolling over but not getting up.
Chaos chuckles from where he’s sitting at the bar with a coffee in hand. He’s nursing his hangover with caffeine instead of sleep, watching Willa cross the room as she heads outside to talk to the girls.
It’s good having my brother back after five months of him traveling the country with his old lady. A trip he deserved when he’s given his blood, soul, and life to this club. He’s almost died for us. He’s gone to prison for us. Chaos is the definition of what our patch stands for. And after all the shit he and Willa went through with their families, finally finding their way back to each other, I get why he needed some time away from the club to clear his head.
This place is all lawlessness and gunfire.
Anarchy and carnage.
It’s not a place of healing, just fucking yourself up beyond the point of recognizing when something is bothering you.
“Nothing like having a reason to celebrate.” I slide onto the barstool beside Chaos. “But it would be nice if these parties weren’t the result of tragedy for once.”
“Agreed.” He tips his coffee at me, taking a sip.
I wave down the last prospect left standing behind the bar. “Beer.”
He nods, grabbing one from the refrigerator and handing it to me.
In the past twenty-four hours, I’ve been wasted, passed out, and now I’m rallying until we start the party all over again. Patching-in parties last for days, especially when someone makes rank. This is only the beginning, and I’m looking forward to it so I can get out of my fucking head.
I grab the beer from the prospect. “It hasn’t been the same without you here.”
“You should have come to Reno. Reaper’s club is always a good time.” He drags his hand through his dark hair.
“Don’t I know it.”
The Reno chapter of the Twisted Kings makes our clubhouse seem tame. The party never ends, and it’s one of the many reasons I’ve jumped on any excuse to ride North over the years. I’ve spent entire weeks in Reno partying and fucking.
Maybe I should have taken Chaos up on his offer to meet him up there when there are so many beautiful, fun, willing women. Maybe I should grab a patch bunny right now and end this fucking celibacy streak that’s driving me out of my mind.
I glance over at one of the girls, topless and playing strip poker with a couple of the guys. She winks when she catches me watching her, but I turn my back because all that look does is make my stomach sink.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I take a sip of my beer, ignoring that thought. “You and Willa good? You’ve been gone a long time.”
