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“As always, check-ins on the hour.” Rubble’s mismatched eyes swept over the men. “No one steps away from their post until relieved. Got it?”
Brewer glanced across the table at Kevlar. They exchanged knowing looks. It was because of Rubble’s own old lady, Jupiter, that he’d reiterated the rules of protection. The recent firefight with Jupiter’s abusive ex changed them all, but especially Rubble. He was the same cantankerous MMA retiree and ex-military man turned club enforcer. Now, though, there was a softer side that they all witnessed.
A round of “Ayes” filled the room. Rubble nodded, then sat.
Reaper pulled on his small glasses. “The next topic is the upcoming election. I’ve spoken to a handful of you about the VP and Prez roles that’re up for grabs, but I’m hoping for more nominees.” His gaze landed on Brewer. “Some of you are more fit to run this club than you think.”
Brewer shifted in his seat as Hawk nudged him with his elbow.
“Legacies are always welcome to run, boyos,” Reaper finished with a grin. “And many of you are from Macha families. Let’s make this difficult, yeah?”
Kevlar wiggled his brows at him, and Brewer not so subtly flipped him the bird.
“All right—enough talk. Queenie’s been busting her arse all day with a roast and all the fixins.” Reaper pounded the gavel. “May the goddess ride with you.”
The men dispersed in intervals. The prospects eagerly made a dash for the kitchen, their bellies compelling them toward the tasty smells. A handful of patches lit up before leaving, while plenty more milled about the room.
“Brewer, why haven’t you added your name?” Boulder asked, finishing his notes from the meeting.
“My dad was never in the cabinet.” He shrugged. “And I’m not one to give orders.”
Boulder chuckled and stood up. His movement was obviously slower than in years prior. Their treasurer and secretary was retiring too, which meant they would need another new cabinet member—or two, depending on if the men split the role between two members. “You sure about that? You practically run the bar on your own.”
“That’s different. It’s the bar. Any fool could run it.”
Hawk slung an arm around Brewer’s shoulders. “I sure as hell could. Honestly, the tattoo parlor is easy, so I could totally run the bar too.”
“You fuck more clients than ink them,” Snoopy added, joining them. The few times the man was away from his old lady were the best. He was free to act like himself without Legs hanging around them, which was why Brewer liked the times she was working elsewhere. Legs was nice enough, but a little too high maintenance for his liking.
“And don’t forget about the special discounts,” Doc jibed, laughing.
“Is there a discount for blow jobs?” Dolly called from the doorway.
They all glanced toward her, unaware until that moment that she’d come back into the room.
Cueball joined them and nodded. “If Hawk could get paid to screw, he would.” He snapped his fingers. “Hey, why don’t you talk to Dolly about making man-nymphs a thing.”
Dolly laced her arms around Hawk and Cueball. “Hell no. Could you just imagine trying to teach him how to give proper oral?”
Hawk shrugged out from Dolly’s embrace. “Hey, what’s wrong with my technique? You seemed to enjoy it once upon a time.”
Brewer let out an exasperated grunt at the conversation. Talking sex was no big deal. However, it got minimally annoying when his sister offered bedroom tips.
Dolly’s face scrunched. “Meh, you’re decent at best. If you want, I can arrange some lessons. I know a nymph or two who could use a good lick.”
“Oh, my fucking God, Dolly.”
All eyes swung to the doorway where Nikita stood with her hands on her hips. Kevlar’s breathing went shallow, and Brewer held in a laugh.
She closed the distance to them and grinned. “You know I like to join in with sex advice. Stop giving it when I’m gone.”
Dolly and Nikita shared a good laugh over this. The rest of the men in the room—not so much.
“Aw, lighten up, big brother.” Dolly jabbed his stomach with her finger. “It’s not like I asked about Delphi.”
Hawk and Kevlar cooed like teenage girls. “How’s that going, by the way?” Hawk asked.
“It’s not. She’s just a necessary chess piece to get to Shovelhead. Oh, and she hates my guts.”
