Page 35 of Last Mile

“I am if you are.”

I sure as hell am, I thought. I grinned. “Sure.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”

The rest of the trip to Virginia was uneventful. Well, as long as you considered having the legs of a smoking- hot chick clamped against your thighs uneventful. I tried hard not to think about that fact. Of course, it didn’t help to get a whiff of her perfume or to feel her tits pressed against my back. I sure as hell hoped there were some fresh sweet butts at the party tonight. While I hadn’t had a hard time hooking up at the meetings before, I hadn’t needed them as badly asI did now.

Between all the stops, we pulled into Remington at a little before five. Just like where we lived, it was a small town outside Richmond. Because the Virginia chapter was the original one in the Southeast, they had chosen the location for the meetings. They had set up their headquarters in a somewhat run- down motel. It was owned by one of the Virginia brothers, so there was no worry of it being bugged by the FBI or ATF. Even though there wasn’t that fear, we were still expected to be patted down at any time. Whenever officers went into the meeting room, their cell phones were taken and checked for wires.

The Raiders took security very seriously. Officers and their families were afforded the small number of rooms while the other members camped out in the field down below the motel. All meals were provided and served in the dining hall.

When I turned off the engine, Samantha hopped off. “I guess I better go see what Marley is up to.”

“Most likely he’s already been made someone’s errand bitch.”

Samantha laughed. “I figured as much.” As she handed me her helmet, she said, “Thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you at dinner.”

“You’re not roughing it?” Sam asked.

I chuckled. “If you consider sleeping on the floor of Rev and Deacon’s room roughing it, then yes, I am.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Considering that you’ll have indoor plumbing, I don’t think it’s really roughing it.”

“Sorry. Just some of the perks of being an officer . . . or being an officer’s brother.”

“Just please tell me there’s a communal bathroom where we can shower?”

Kim appeared at our side. She patted Sam on the back. “Oh, honey, do you think I would be going anywhere there wasn’t a shower?”

“I would hope not,” Samantha replied.

With a grin, Kim said, “Just stick with me. I’ll show you the ropes.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that. Especially since I doubt I’ll be seeing much of Marley this weekend.”

“Yep. Your boy is going to be ridden hard. The only thing you can do to make it easier on him is stay out of the way, get him food and water when he’s allowed, and give him a blow job for moral support.”

While Samantha gave a nervous laugh at Kim’s remark, I didn’t find the images running through my mind very funny. Wanting to put distance between myself and them, I said, “I’ll see you, ladies.”

Kim leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Bye, sweet thing.

If I see any available ass, I’ll send it your way.”

“Thanks, Kim. You know me too well.” When I dared to look at Samantha, I found she was staring down at the ground. I couldn’t help wondering if the idea of me with another woman bothered her. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than I wanted to kick myself in the balls for being such a bastard. Inwardly, I groaned because I knew it was going to be a long, long weekend.

CHAPTER SEVEN: BISHOP

At the party in the field, I managed not to be alone with Samantha. Although she was on her own with Marley running around for all the guys, she stuck close with Kim and the other women. She seemed to get along well with all the girls, which if Marley did patch in would be in his favor. No man wanted a woman who was trouble with the other club women, because in the end, it caused him too much grief.

I shot the shit with the guys and drank way too much, but I didn’t end up searching out a piece of ass. Instead, I crashed, or maybe passed out, on the floor around five a.m. The next morning had us rising early. I wasn’t sure whose bright idea it was to have the meeting at ten after a night of drinking and partying. Although we were usually quiet from being hungover, we were especially quiet that morning. I think we all felt the heaviness of the situation pressing down on us.

So we slurped down black coffee and tried eating some from the buffet. When it was almost ten, we headed over to the boardroom. Since only presidents and vice presidents were allowed in on the meeting, Rev and Deacon slipped inside while we were to wait to be called in when it came time for our motion to be heard.

As we stood outside the meeting room door, a nervous energy popped and crackled around us. Of course none of us would have admitted to being nervous. That would have meant we were nothing but a bunch of pussies. Raiders would rather die than show fear. Each of us tried in our own way to mask our anxiety— Boone shuffled the coins in his pocket to the tune of Bonanza while Mac chain- smoked so fast he lit one cigarette off the other. As for me, I walked around the cramped hallway.

“Would you stop pacing?” Mac grunted.