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“That shit! I’ll kill him if he isn’t already dead!” Colt snarled.
Carmelo shook his head. “He’s not dead, he’s okay, but he’s in a cell-”
“You’ve already arrested him?” Colt frowned. “Come on buddy, that’s not the arrangement, MC had free rein ‘round here-”
“Yeah, maybe, but Lyle wasn’t around here, he was in Vegas-”
“Ah.” Colt screwed his face up.
“LVPD doesn’t have an arrangement with Black Coyotes MC, so yeah, they arrested his ass.”
“Okay, we’ll go bail him in the morning-”
“You’ll have to dig deep, Vegas PD aren’t playing ball. There’s a local MC there, you’ve got the Armenians involved, ‘cause there’s an Armenian family running half the Strip-”
“Ah shit. We’re trying to broker a deal with the Zakarian Syndicate right now, are they friends, or enemies?”
“I’d have to look into it-"
“Mayor Harris?”
“Yeah, she knows, she wants a meeting, Blue’s on the way-”
“Fucking fine.”
“Ash’ll be pleased to punish Lyle.”
Colt nodded to where Ash and Nix were. They now had each other’s jeans undone, hanging lazily off their hips, T-shirts off, The V of muscled stomachs on them both on display. Nix’s stomach was black with intricate tattoos. They were holding their hard cocks together, one hand on their pressed together dicks, their lips locked together. Carmelo saw metal in Nix’s. He almost wanted to look, out of curiosity. Nix was being rough with Ash, holding his jaw with his other hand. Both men had their eyes closed, kissing with blissful abandonment.
It was hot, no matter his sexual orientation, that kind of passion was hot, to him. “Fuck me,”
Carmelo exclaimed. “Careful, or they might,” Colt warned.
Colt steered Carmelo by the shoulders away from the two men. “Fuck, I don’t know what to do with Lyle-”
“It wasn’t just alcohol, he was high, too, and in possession of a fuck load of coke-”
“What!?” Colt roared, pushing Carmelo away slightly at the news.
“Yeah, that’s why LVPD want to make an example of him-”
Colt let out a long, low sigh. “I’m tempted to leave him, you know,” he said quietly.
Carmelo blinked. This was the first time he’d seen Colt waver. The great and mighty Colt Kincade. Uncertainty and doubt was stamped all over his face, making him look older than his thirty something years. Colt was only a year older than Carmelo, but Carmelo knew Colt carried the weight of the world sometimes. In that moment, that extra year and a hell of a lot of responsibility showed through and Carmelo saw how fucking heavy it was.
“He is a pain in the ass,” Carmelo said softly.
“Yeah but… he’s our brother, fuck it,” Colt said. He lightly punched Carmelo in the shoulder, making up his mind. “Fine. Fuck it. He can sweat it out overnight, I hope he has the worst comedown ever in that cell in Vegas…”
“I’m sure it won’t be pretty.”
“We’ll go get him in the morning. Tonight, it’s Phantom’s night. We party.”
Carmelo nodded. Fine, Colt wanted to leave Lyle overnight, then that’s what was happening. Carmelo scanned the crowd, taking a moment to appreciate the party.
Someone caught his eye. Carmelo had seen him around the MC a lot, with his dark blonde hair and green eyes. He was wearing a new black leather jacket.
Carmelo nodded toward him, where he was smiling and drinking at the bar with Jared and his guys. “Sully joined?”
