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Chapter 8
Ares
Sphinx is pacing the length of our oak table. It's been 24 hours since we stole the car hauler, which was safely stashed away in QB's cousin's junkyard that's down some back roads not far from the New Mexico / Texas border. Sphinx is ex-military and served two tours in Iraq. He has PTSD, and on high-stress days, he can be erratic, and right now, he looks like he could come apart at the seams.
"Sphinx, man, you've got to get your shit together," QB stresses as he stands on the opposite side of the room, crossing his bulky arms across his chest. His black hair shaved close to his scalp.
"Yeah, brother, it was self-defense," Trixter says, sitting with his laptop in front of him.
Sphinx stops suddenly and glares at the table, not looking at any of us. I'd wager he saw some demon from his past.
"It's still life!
I swore no more killing."
"Look, none of us wanted violence out of this, but the guy decided to fire first," I say, standing, "you need to get your head right."
"How should I do that, Prez?" Sphinx glares at me. He's lucky I understand his situation because I'm tense and could use a good fight.
"Fighting, drinking, and fucking," Misfit suggests and claps Sphinx on the back.
"Let's throw a rager," I smile.
Several hours later, the clubhouse is full of my tribe.
Buck Cherry'sLit Upis blasting on the jukebox. I scan the space and see QB playing a game of pool against Trixter, who just smacked Lydia's ass, I assume for luck. Lydia is a new club whore, and I need to ask Trixter how old she is again. The chic has a babyface, not for the first time; I wonder if she's legal. Misfit is at the bar, doing shots with Selena and Marissa. I see Prospect in the corner with a joint, trying to get Cherry's attention, but she's talking to a few other sweetbutts and ignoring his dumb ass. I can't help but smile at how thunderous things are right now. I reach into my jeans pocket and pull out my cell phone. Willow's number is in my contacts from one of the times she came looking for money.
Come to the clubhouse, Ares.
I want her here for round 2 – I've no doubt it will be hot as hell, and this time I plan to tease her until she's begging me to fuck her. I'm not overthinking this and plan to go for it while the novelty of her succulent pussy turns me on. Why not partake until it gets old and I move on, and I will move on.
I head toward the bar when I notice Sphinx get up from the couch, practically knocking the chick he's been talking to on her ass. A couple of the guys help her up.
"Where are you going?" I get in Sphinx's path toward the back of the clubhouse.
"I need a ride," he says, practically barreling past me, so I catch him by the elbow.
"Nah, that's not the best idea. Let's fight," I suggest smiling so big my cheeks hurt. It's been a long ass time since we had a club fight to let off steam.
"We can even put money on it."
Sphinx's dark eyes widen, he looks over my shoulder, and after a few seconds, he exhales loudly, "why the fuck not!"
"That's the spirit," I say as I punch him in the arm excitedly. I turn toward the room that includes some friends of the club, "listen up, assholes!
Place your bets – it's fight night!"
The room roars with excitement. A few years ago, we built a ring in the back building.
I take off my cut and t-shirt, handing it to Marissa, who smiles seductively at me. Sphinx is already warming up by jabbing the air in front of him and juggling his feet. He's at least an inch taller and 30 pounds heavier than me, but I'm not worried.
I'm a menace when I fight. We have two rules: no eye-gouging or kicking anyone in the balls. I place $100 in Misfit's hand to match what Sphinx already put in.
The crowd circles around the ring to watch. We have the two large doors open to the night. We added a fire pit a safe distance away to hang out when we felt like it. Prospect lit it, so it's burning brightly right now. The quarter moon shines unobstructed with a smattering of stars.
The bikes all line up in quiet salute beyond that. The air is crisp as the temperature has already descended in the November night. Still, we're all too keyed up to notice. I let Sphinx get in the first punch as he hits me squarely in the jaw.
I feel the impact and shake it off quickly as I hit him with an uppercut to his ribs. Sphinx hits me with a jab, cross combination, and knocking me back a few inches. I retaliate by throwing a hook, which hits him squarely in the chest, and his breath hitches for a second or two. We continue to dance around each other, each getting in a fair number of strikes. My lip bleeds, and he has blood trailing down from his right eye, where I got in a good cross.
