Page 480 of Devil’s Disciples

Frustrated with Cash’s bullshit, I turned toward the door. Crip’s offer to join the Filthy Fuckers was sounding better and better.

“Where are we going?” Ally asked.

“Mexican joint, I guess,” I said. “But, if he acts like a dick, I’m stabbing his dumb ass.”

The twenty-minute ride to Chula Vista was relaxing, but that relaxation didn’t last long. After the group pulled into the parking lot, Cash revved his engine to a point of rattling windows within a ten-mile radius.

Wearing a shitty grin, he shut off the engine.

I glared. “Is that fucking necessary?”

“What’s it hurt?”

“Other’n my ears? It’s fucking irritating.”

He cackled a laugh. “If you don’t like the sound of power, maybe you ought to start riding with a moped club instead of a motorcycle club.”

He glanced at everyone, hoping the others would appreciate his keen sense of humor.

No one did.

“Maybe you ought to act like a fucking adult.” I gestured to the four cars in the parking lot. “These people are inside trying to eat. I doubt they want to listen to you rev your shit up like you’re trying to wake the fucking dead.”

He stepped off his motorcycle and removed his helmet. After hanging it from the handlebars he gave me an apologetic look. “I’ll keep it quiet when we leave.”

I gave a nod of appreciation. “Appreciate it.”

Cash was like a great big muscular child. His behavior was immature more often than not, but he was loyal to the club one hundred percent. In the end, he was a difficult man to warm up to, but equally difficult to hate.

Ally clapped her hands together. “Let’s do this. I’m ready.”

I pulled the door open and gestured inside. “After you.”

The dining area had a dozen people in it, which was busier than most late nights. Disappointed that they weren’t empty and hoping Cash didn’t make a complete fool of us, I glanced at Carma and smiled.

“Have a seat wherever you like,” she said.

“Is that her?” Ally whispered.

“It is.”

“Oh. Wow.” She stole another glance and then looked at me. “She’s got an interesting look. Kind of…”

“Exotic,” Goose said, taking the words right out of my mouth.

Ally nodded. “Yeah. Exotic.”

“She’s not an easy one to forget,” I said.

After we took a seat, Carma brought menus by. “I’ll give you a few minutes to look these over. Can I get you some drinks?”

We placed our drink order—a combination of margaritas, beer, and water. While everyone scanned the menu for their favorite Mexican dish, I waited anxiously for Carma to bring the drinks.

“Look at that shit, would ya,” I said when she arrived. “A dozen on one tray. She didn’t spill a drop.”

Cash looked at Carma like he was unimpressed. He clapped the tips of his fingers lightly against the palm of his hand. “Amazing.”

I immediately took exception to Cash’s attitude. I glared at him and then looked at Carma. Seeing her lack of reaction to his Neanderthal actions prevented me from making a scene in her place of employment.