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Which meant she was involved with someone serious and seriously fucked in the head. And if I kept fucking around with her, I might land my club in more shit and that was the last fucking thing we needed. I needed to find out who this dickhead was.
“Well when you can, let me know.” She smiled when I leaned in to kiss her, my cock already growing harder by the second. When she moved against me, I slipped inside her tight, wet pussy and gave her a good hard fuck. One that would have to last me until I made it back up to Reno again.
Chapter One - Cross
“Do we have any new club business?” It was strange as fuck to sit in the Merry Mayhem room and talk about mundane shit. For the past few months, hell for the past few years, the Reckless Bastards have been through one shitstorm after another. Gangsters, politicians, bikers and even fucking crooked cops had tried to fuck us from all sides and every fucking time we came out on top.
It felt good. Damn good.
“Yeah, I do.” Golden Boy, who’d recently chopped a few inches off his signature blonde ponytail, stood with a reluctant grin. “Me and Lasso need the next week free of the club rotation.” To make sure all of our businesses were covered, we all took turns tending to shared club interests.
“Why?” Not that I would say no. I treated my men like family because that was what we were.
“Don’t you know, Prez?” Lasso stood, wearing his patented shit-eating grin as he slapped Golden Boy on the back. Hard. Golden Boy sent an elbow flying right to his gut, making him grunt. “GB and I are heading to the City of Angels for a tattoo expo and competition. First prize is fifty grand plus a feature on Tat Magazine. Pretty fuckin’ cool, yeah?”
“Hell yeah!” Though we didn’t always go in for high profile events like this. After the shit hit the fan with a crooked Governor, the CIA and a crooked fucking councilman, the Reckless Bastards weren’t exactly keeping a low profile. Plus, fifty grand was a nice payday. “We need some drinks.”
Stitch stood with a smile and opened the door. “Any Bitches out there? ‘Cause we need drinks and plenty of ‘em!”
“Yeah, Stitch, you’re a real asset to the club,” Savior joked, sparking up a joint with a relaxed grin.
“You’re welcome, grandpa.” Stitch loved to give everyone shit and he was good at it. He was also young as hell and determined to prove himself. “Should we add some prune juice to your beer?”
“Nah, I prefer lime, shithead.” Savior laughed and passed the joint, blowing out a large plume of smoke. “So. Mandy’s pregnant. Just a few weeks.” The room fell silent, everyone shocked because she’d been so focused on her career, making high profile confections for high rollers who flocked to the Siren Casino & Resort just to see her magical chocolate creations. And Savior, well the man was solid and reliable. But he was about as paternal as a fucking brick wall. “Say something, fuckers!”
Max and Lasso were on their feet first, smacking his back too hard with wide smiles and words of congratulations. “It’s about damn time,” Lasso said with another clap to the back. “I was starting to think your jizz had turned to dust.”
“Asshole,” Savior grumbled, but there was no hiding the happiness on his face. “I’m happy, but fuck, what the fuck do I know about being a dad?”
“The same that any of us knows,” Max assured him. “It’s like riding a bike. The books only tell you so much and the only way to figure out how not to crash your bike is to crash it a couple dozen times.”
“Yeah, thanks. Hope my kid survives the crash known as me.” His sarcastic tone only sent up another round of laughter and congratulations. “Anyway, that’s my news.”
A knock sounded at the door before it opened and three prospects brought in the booze. The Reckless Bitches were completely barred from the Merry Mayhem room. The new prospects could enter when invited.
“We got beers and we got booze.” The threesome was led by Black, a twenty-three year old prospect with a short black buzz cut and eyes so dark they might as well be black. He was a damn cool customer but a former sharpshooter who’d been dishonorably discharged when he beat the fuck out of his commanding officer for taking advantage of a fellow solider.
“Thanks. Stay and have a drink.” That shocked the shit out of all three of the prospects because we had put them through the ringer this past year. But with all the shit the club had been through, we needed new blood. Tough new blood at that.
“What are we drinking to?” The question came from Lex, another prospect with bright red hair and so many freckles it was hard to believe he’d spent almost a decade doing wet work for Uncle Sam.
Stich barked, “Savior found enough jizz in his nuts to knock up Mandy!”
Savior grunted, “Asshole,” at Stitch and snatched the joint from his mouth, handing it to Lex.
“Congratulations, man.” Black lifted his beer, smiling to himself when Savior glared at him.
“Yeah, thanks. All of you Bastards.”
Lasso pounded on the table, his favorite way to get everyone excited. Hyped up. One by one everyone joined in, pounding in a staccato beat as they chanted. “Mayhem! Mayhem! Mayhem!” On and on it went until the room was a roar of noise and pounding fists on solid wood and metal.
Goddamn it felt good to have life back to normal.
Chapter Two - Stitch
“Oh come on, man! Why not?” Letting out a long breath, I followed Cross out of his office at the clubhouse to one of the picnic tables we kept out back. “This could be a win-win for the club.”
My Prez sighed the way he always did when he didn’t want to talk about something. Or make a fucking decision. “Because I don’t know these people and I don’t like to do business with strangers.”
