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Lyle cleared his throat. “Nothing much-”
“A good fuck last night?” Max winked. He was only sixteen or so but had adjusted remarkably well to MC life. Or so Lyle thought anyway. Colt was always moaning about Max, Sophie, his older sister and Phantom’s wife, was always worrying about him. But Lyle thought the kid was doing just fine.
“Yeah.” Lyle shrugged. Sophie was always going on about trying to avoid him being exposed to the more X-rated side of life at the MC. Lyle knew the kid had already got to know all the sweetbutts intimately. There was no need to sugarcoat anything for him. “Whose ride were you on just then?” Lyle asked.
Max pursed his lips. “I just had to move it, the easiest way was to-”
“Kid, I don’t give a fuck if you’ve been told not to ride or whatever-”
“It was yours.”
Oh yes, he’d had his sled confiscated. Lyle shrugged. “Fine by me, use it whenever you like, kid.”
Max’s eyes lit up. “But I’m not allowed to drive-”
“Fuck Colt’s rules-”
“It’s a rule from the doctor… ’cause of my seizures…” Max trailed off, looking thoroughly dejected.
Lyle blinked and felt a pang for the kid. Poor bastard had a brain tumor, was losing sight in his eye, losing frontal lobe function or whatever the fuck that meant. His seizures were becoming more frequent, this acting out was becoming the norm. No one had any idea how long he had left, and whether it would be the brain tumor or Max’s own increasingly maverick behavior that was going to end him.
Lyle shrugged. “Fuck ‘em. Do what you like.”
Max looked like Lyle had just announced Christmas had come early.
“Say, Lyle, you ever pulled a stunt on that massive Harley of yours?”
Lyle scratched the back of his neck. “Stunts? Like what?”
“Like a wheelie? A burnout?”
“Sure,” Lyle smiled. “You want me to show you?”
Max’s face lit up. Lyle felt that pang again. Max would be a handsome young fucker if it wasn’t for his weird eye.
But then Lyle remembered, and slammed a palm into his forehead. “Ahh fuck, I forgot, I’ve got a no ride ban, too, I’m not meant to-”
Max shrugged and grinned conspiratorially. “Fuck ‘em, hey? Do what you like,” Max quoted Lyle’s words back to him.
Lyle grinned dopily back. Yeah, fuck ‘em.
Ash wheeled into the parking lot, nodding to Steel, the security guard, as he did so. Nix wasn’t far behind. It had been a short shift today. Just getting everything set up for the night’s run. It wasn’t him and Ash doing it tonight, they were free.
Ash slowed to a crawl and lined his bike up with the others outside the clubhouse. He heard Nix’s bike slowing down to make the turn into the clubhouse.
And out of nowhere, someone streaked past on a huge bike, no helmet on, smoke billowing from the back wheels as they donutted around the parking lot.
Nix swerved to avoid them.
“What the fuck is going on?” Colt was outside in a flash, bellowing at the top of his lungs. Ash looked up. Colt looked murderous.
“Dude, not cool-” Nix said, pulling up alongside Ash now.
It was Max. On Lyle’s bike. Lyle came jogging up behind, smiling like Ash had never seen him smile before. He looked ten years younger. He looked happy. Ash almost fell off his bike.
“Yes Max! That was good! Nice control of the…” But the elation died on his lips as he spotted Colt looking thunderous. He looked around. Rita was outside now, too. Sully and Rafe came out. Ash and Nix already had a front row position.
“Lyle, what the actual-” Colt began.
