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Cooper turned to Reed. “How about you? You’re a youngster, too. You good with all that tech shit?”
Reed shook his head. “Zach and I could probably set up a killer gaming station together, but I’m no better than him at the security shit.”
“Okay. So we need to recruit a geek.”
“Lonnie’s nephew Kai is a what-you-call-it, writes computer shit,” Ben offered.
“He’s a coder,” Reed clarified with a grin. “That’s not a bad call. Kai’s a tough mofo, rides a big-ass vintage Electra Glide he built up from the scrap heap, and he’s the IT guy at the tribal office.”
“Lonnie’s nephew?” Caleb asked. “Can he shoot?”
Reed laughed. “Yeah, he shoots. Blows me out of the water at the range.”
“How old is he?”
Ben thought about it for a second. “Mid-twenties at least. Maybe pushing thirty. He’s Lon’s older sister’s oldest kid.”
Cooper looked to Ben. “Let’s talk to Lonnie’s nephew, then. You said you wanted a flash.” When Ben nodded silently, Cooper scanned the faces around the table again. “Any current Bull got a problem with Ben taking the Veep flash?”
“Makes sense,” Gargo said. “We’re leaning on him for most of the recruiting and setup anyway. Already trusting him like he’s OG.”
“Makes sense to me, too,” Zach echoed.
“What do you think, Cay?” Cooper asked the only current club officer and the longest-standing Bull at the table.
Caleb made that thinking face again and eventually nodded. “That works. The top three are the only officers you need at the starting block.”
Zach realized that, OG Bull or not, he was probably going to be the youngest patch at the Laughlin table, and he’d just pushed away the tech officer flash. That didn’t feel right, to be a decision-maker in establishing the charter and then to be nothing more than another a grunt at the table. It wasn’t realistic for him to make a play for VP, and Gargo was the obvious choice for SAA.
“How about me as Secretary-Treasurer?”
Caleb, the Tulsa S-T, grinned. “If you don’t mind being the guy everybody’s pissed at on dues day, I think that’s the right call.”
Zach grinned back. “I can take some assholes griping.”
“Makes sense to me, too,” Gargoyle said.
Cooper slapped his hands together. “So that’s me at Prez, Ben at Veep, Gargo at SAA. Zach at S-T, and you’ll keep doing the tech shit until we got somebody who’s as big a nerd as Apollo. Reed, you’re in, too, as our first soldier, if you still want it.”
“You know I do,” Reed answered.
Then Cooper grimaced a little and said, “Not that it matters, but you’re not gonna be pile-driving some twink over the bar or nothin’, right? I mean, look, I don’t personally give a shit where any man puts his dick, ‘long as it’s not in me, but ...”
“Shut it, Coop,” Caleb said, his voice like a warning growl.
“It’s fine,” Reed said, with a look that said it really wasn’t fine but he was used to it. “I told you, I’m not into public sex. Or twinks, for that matter. I don’t want to see you pile-driving some little jailbait chick over the bar, either. It’s not sanitary. But Iwillbe gay in the clubhouse, Iwillinvite gay men to parties, Iwillflirt and probably make out with them in the clubhouse, and Iwill notbe made to feel like there’s something wrong with me, so I really fuckin’ hope this is the last time we talk about who I fuck like it’s club business. I’ll pass on the patch if it keeps being a discussion.”
“Nobody has a problem with you, bro,” Zach said. “Coop’s just an asshole.”
“He’s also the president,” Reed pointed out.
Everybody turned to Cooper, who put up his hands. “Like I said, I don’t care where you put your dick. If you do it in the clubhouse, I’ll close my fuckin’ eyes. I don’t have a problem. I was just surprised. You don’t look gay, man.”
Reed chuckled darkly but let that one go.
“Definitely an asshole,” Caleb muttered.
“Folláis, tu eres el pendejo,”Cooper muttered right back. Which, Zach remembered from three years of high school Spanish and the extra ‘homework’ he and his buddies had done learning insults and cusswords, meant something like,Fuck you, you’re the asshole.
