Page 33 of Pride

EPILOGUE

Fisher

I took a burger off the grille and turned toward the deck. Anna sat between P-Nut’s wife, Joey, and Peyton, who was Crip’s wife. As she told the story of how she’d surfed from dawn until dusk, both the women listened intently.

I scanned the deck and found an empty seat beside Pee Bee, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms.

I flopped into the chair and rested my plate in my lap. “What’s shakin’, motherfucker?” he asked.

“I’m sore from head to toe,” I said. “Surfed from seven until about an hour ago. That girl is a monster.”

He rubbed his beard for a moment, and then looked at me. “Thirteen hours?”

I swallowed the bite of burger I was chewing. “Yep.”

“Damn. She is an animal.”

“She’s a good woman,” I said.

He looked at the three women and gave a nod. “Sure seems to be.”

“So, what about this poker run coming up?” I asked.

“It’s a deal we do annually. From here to Palm Desert and back. It’s a fundraiser that was started in memory of Joey’s dad.”

“Oh, did he pass recently?”

“Not recently,” he said. “But memorably. You’ll learn all about him in time, Prospect.”

I didn’t care that I was forced to start at the bottom and work my way up. I made sergeant in the Marines in three years, which was unheard of. I was a great listener, good at following directions, and was respectful to those who gave me respect in return.

“Can’t wait to learn more about him,” I said.

“He was one of Hells Angels finest,” he said.

“Prospect!” Crip shouted.

I dropped my burger and jumped to my feet. “Yes, Sir?”

“Go get me a beer,” he said.

I took a few steps toward the cooler.

“Not one of those,” he snarled. “I want a fresh one. From the liquor store. In La Jolla.”

La Jolla was an hour ride away. Crip was busting my balls in hopes that I’d give up. That I’d say something smart-assed in return, or challenge him.

I wasn’t about to.

The brotherhood I had felt in the two months that I’d ridden with the Filthy Fuckers was second to none, Marines included.

“You’ve got it, Boss,” I said. “One La Jolla Budweiser, coming right up.”

I walked to the edge of the deck and gave Anna a kiss. “Sorry, gotta run to La Jolla and get Crip a beer.”

She looked at Crip, then at me, and rolled her eyes. “Okay.”

“Where you headed?” Cholo asked.