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“How many Macha members know this about you?” He adjusted a patch of lights hidden too deep in the tree.
“Including you?” Dolly tightened her ponytail. “Four. Reaper, Queenie, my brother, Brewer, and you. The nymphs know of course. It’s one of my biggest recruiting advantages.”
When she handed him another box of lights, he held in a groan. “Then why tell me?”
Dolly pulled her phone out of her hoodie pocket, a picture of him and Kita from the other day on the screen. “Because chemistry like this is unique, Kevlar. Only an idiot would ignore such a force.”
“Doll—”
“Nope. Macha’s madame has spoken.” She handed him the phone, and he stared at the snapshot she must’ve taken when he wasn’t watching. They were walking out of his room. Kita looking up at him, a sweet smirk on her face. His arm protectively around Kita’s hips, a similar smile on his lips.
“Thanks for trusting me with your secret.” He returned the phone and climbed the ladder. “But I don’t see how Kita and I work out in the end.”
Lighting a cigarette, Dolly shrugged. “May the goddess have mercy on you then.” She laughed heartily, her words seemingly a prophecy despite him knowing better. Kita wouldn’t be his again, but he could dream.
***
Ice lined the roads in Snowshoe, flurries in the forecast, but nothing could keep Macha’s bikers away from Doc T’s bachelor party at Booze and Tattoos.
The rhythmic pulse of heavy rock music echoed in Kevlar’s ears, eyes skimming the bar’s occupants. Nymphs danced on top of the tables, each one dressed up as slutty nurses and doctors in celebration of the guest of honor.
“Can you believe this shit?” Rubble sat on the barstool next to him, whiskey glass in hand.
Kevlar took a sip of Guinness. “Kinda hard not to.”
“Never thought Doc would be the next to go.” Rubble downed the whiskey. “Don’t get me wrong, Isa is one fine piece of ass, but settling down isn’t my style.”
“Oh, whatever.” He nudged his oldest buddy. “You just have commitment issues.”
Rubble’s mismatched eyes swung to him. “And you don’t?”
“Not when it’s the right woman.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll call you pussy-whipped again.”
Kevlar finished his drink and nodded at Brewer behind the bar. The redheaded bar guru rarely drank but knew every alcohol concoction. He didn’t know the man well enough to ask the personal question that hounded his mind. A bartender who rarely drank must have some harrowing history. He smirked.Don’t we all?
They watched Doc awkwardly make his way through the horde of strippers to the bar. “Somebody needs to remind the nymphs that I’m a married man.”
Dolly poured a tall glass of beer and handed it to him. “Psh, not until tomorrow, you’re not.” She hopped up on the bar and slid across it, bringing a nymph with her. “Now let Tisha give you a lap dance.” She playfully swatted the woman’s ass sporting booty shorts that barely covered anything at all.
Doc glanced at them for help, but Rubble shook his head. “Don’t look at me. I’ll take that lap dance if you don’t.”
“Go for it.”
The nymph walked over and started gyrating against Rubble. The big man shook his head approvingly, tattooed hands guiding the woman’s hips.
Moving out of the way, Doc took the open barstool. He downed half his beer, eyes bright. “This all feels surreal. If you told me a year ago I’d be getting married, I would’ve laughed in your face.”
“I think we all would.” He jerked his head to the swinging doors where two nymphs were canoodling between the bar and tattoo shop. “Does your girl know what you’re up to tonight?”
“Oh yeah.” He twirled on the stool. “Isa’s waiting for me at the clubhouse for the grand finale.” A lovestruck smile covered Doc’s face and Kevlar was instantly envious.
“You think you can do it?” Doc lifted his brows, so he continued. “Be with one woman the rest of your life.”
“Ah, that.” He threw back a shot of tequila and let out a whoop. “Yes, I do.” His eyes strayed to the nymphs dancing naked now for the bar occupants to see. “I’ve had all that many times over.” Doc met his gaze. “It felt great, don’t get me wrong, but what I have with Isa… it’s 150 percent better than the best fuck I ever had.”
Leaning against the bar, Kevlar watched the other man’s face light up when he spoke of his old lady. It was endearing, especially in club life. Every couple in the club was different. He caught sight of Snoopy and Legs making out in the corner. If he knew them—and he did—they’d be fighting in the next twenty minutes only to make up hours later. Macha wasn’t perfect by any means, but the combination of varying personalities made the club work. He wouldn’t trade it for any life.
