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When Mountain arrived in town, he was happy to see Amber’s mini-van parked across the street. Heading into the Roadside, he saddled up to the bar, Freaky next to him. “What do you think about Blood Sport?”
“I think they’re a bunch of assholes that are trying to move into our territory.” Freaky took a draw on his beer.
“That’s what I thought too. Them coming up to me at a park.” He shook his head from the fear that ate him for not only Amber, but Callum and Maisie. “When I was with Amber was too much of a coincidence. Ax can I get a beer?” Mountain asked the prospect who was serving today at the Roadside.
“I just don’t know why the Blood Sport thought it was okay to just show up?” Freaky knocked on the bar. “Prospect, another beer.”
Ax brought over the two beers and placed them on the bar in front of Freaky and Mountain. Although, both he and Ax only had a handful of days before they were patched in, both men were getting irritated with the word prospect. As if the world was tossing the rank at them seven times more an hour than in their probie status.
Mountain took a long pull from the bottle beer. Cold, the hoppy liquid slid easily down his throat and he’d savor the one he was having. He didn’t want to drink too much and since the weather man officially threatened winter, he was hoping for a bike ride around the town with Amber. While he had no issue driving in the snow. The Scandinavian blood pumping through his veins enjoyed the cold or maybe it was what one of his exs told him, he radiated heat from his size. Sure, he had a few extra layers of protection built in, but if the road wasn’t a sheet of ice he had no problem with fresh air. Hell, they snow mobile around the damn ranch, yet somehow he was the freak for keeping his bike out past the first tracking snow of the year.
The lunch rush had the place filling up quickly. He hoped Amber arrived before all the tables were taken. Maybe he should snag one just in case, but he needed to know where the club was with the whole Blood Sports thing. With his family, he would do anything to not have to do the monthly or sometimes bi-monthly checks in for voting. Even when he tried to miss a vote, Lawrence would call, stating the entire business was on hold until his vote was cast. Even when a majority had already won. Another way his family refused to let him fully walk away. Give the money back, tried it, and was rejected. Pass his voting rights on to another family or board member, nope unless it was Valter because they knew he was the only one Mountain wouldn’t give his rights to.
Yet with the Steels, he’d kill to be in the room when they voted. Forget casting one, just to know the direction they were going in. To hear the discussion and know what they were thinking when it came to club matters.
“Do you want to keep haulin’ guns for the Blood Sports?” Mountain asked, unable to keep his curiosity in check. Freaky and he had done a few runs already for them, but now they were pushing for more and more.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea or not. It’s easy money, but do we really need to crawl into bed with them? We’re still trying to figure that out.” Freaky snagged Zoe’s wrist as she walked past them.
“Freaky, what the hell?” Zoe frowned, the claimed and now married man didn’t make him completely off limits, but his wife had endeared herself to the whole club and Zoe was currently in a dressed as a sexy firefighter. The red pleather of the coat catching the lights around the club as her breasts practically burst from the cinched top.
“I need to get a message to Dreamer.”
“It’s called a cell phone,” Zoe challenged and his hand fell away. “You know, text her an eggplant, peach and some raindrops I’m sure she’ll get the message.”
“Yeah, done that, but doesn’t mean she’ll read it. You know how she is with texts and I want to make sure a human talks to her so she actually gets the message.”
Zoe’s hand trailed down the center of Freaky’s chest. “Does this mean I get to give her an interpretive dance? Because that’ll cost you double, if you want a video of it for your own purposes.”
“Let’s put a pin in that one and circle back.” Freaky smirked. “I really don’t want her to be worrying.”
The offer was a good one and Mountain wasn’t sure many men would pass it up.
“Oh,” Zoe relaxed. “She’ll probably be stopping in for a to-go box lunch. What do you want me to tell to her?”
“Tell her not to wait up for me. I have a rescue and it will be late before I get back.”
“Lucky bastard where is it?” Mountain asked.
The rescues had sold Mountain on the Steels. As a prospect he could go, but was rarely asked. Working on houses, turning a wrench in the garage those were time fillers. Much like the Hoez, drinking and random rides. While Free hadn’t been a rescue through The Hard Road, a dark web underground domestic violence site, she had been a rescue. Baldy and Red had stopped a man from kicking her ass publicly. The man had rode nomad for the Roadkillers and fit their mold. Woman beating, raping, and sadly he feared, killing. Finally, he couldn’t turn a blind eye anymore and condone their actions. He hadn’t been with the club that long, just long enough to get the scarlet A for belonging.
When he first joined, the men kept him separated from what was going on, now he couldn’t believe how many people were in trouble and needed help. Not all were local, some were passing through with a pass off. With them escorting the person or family. Either way, it was the work he’d do every day if he could.
“Um, well it’s a slightly different situation,” Freaky said shifting uncomfortably on the stool. “In Colorado.”
“We’ve rescued from Colorado before.”
“This is a man who is being abused by his ex-wife. I was actually surprised he found The Hard Road at all.”
“Wait? His wife is kicking his ass?”
“More like she goes in rages.” Freaky shook his head. “When was the last time you heard a man got full custody of his three kids?”
“Not since the fifties when men owned their women.”
“Exactly, but I guess she gets visitation, but the kids come home injured. He’s tried the courts and they are dragging their feet. Guess he’s worried they won’t act until she kills one of them or burns down his house. He needs a new life away from the crazy.”
