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It’s been a few years since that first time I laid eyes on her, but my breath still hitches with even the smallest glimpse.
Of course, over the years, the guys have noticed my interest. So while I’ve never talked to any of them about her, the nosy bastards seemed to figure everything out.
“Whatever.”
At their laughter, I give Talon a good shove.
“Anyway… Whatever you guys get into tonight, don’t do anything too crazy.” I shake my head at their matching grins. “Think about your poor mama. With your brother out with me, you know she’s going to worry. Don’t give her more to fret over.”
“Sure thing, boss man,” Talon quips, giving me a mock salute.
Just as I’m about to give him another shove, I pause at the growl Viper releases beside me. He rarely talks. I think I’ve only heard him speak a handful of times, and that was just a few words. So for him to make any kind of sound means there is something he wants us to notice.
“Well, would ya look at that,” Switch says softly, slightly nodding to the left.
Glancing over, I notice Fat Mike talking with Freddie, our VP. Their expressions are hard, cruel.
“Wonder what that’s about?” Talon pulls a notebook from his back pocket, eyes darting around. To the casual observer, it looks like he’s lost interest, but I knew better.
“Plotting their next fuckup, I’m sure,” Switch grumbles, still watching them out of the corner of his eye.
“Which would be amusing, except their fuckups hurt the rest of us.”
We all nod at Talon’s assessment. Over the past few years, nothing that had gone wrong seemed to touch Fat Mike or his inner circle, but the rest of us… You’d think we all walked around with big targets on our backs.
Hearing the rumble of bikes, I look over and grin as Smoke and Dodger drive toward the clubhouse. The setting sun twinkles off the chrome of their bikes. They pull up to us and stop, both glancing toward Fat Mike and Freddie, who turn and head back inside without a backward glance.
“I guess we don’t get a ‘good luck on the meeting’,” I mumble. Not that I really expected one. When I joined the club, things were different. Good.
God, I miss that club.
“You can’t be shocked the fucks don’t care,” Dodger snarls.
“No,” I sigh as I look at the door to the club, then shake my head before turning back to the guys.
“You two ready?” Both give me a nod, Dodger lighting a cigarette, Smoke walking to his brothers.
I watch the brothers all bump fists before Smoke pulls Viper into a hug. “You guys want to meet up later?” he inquires.
“Sure. We can meet at that bar downtown. What’s it called?” Talon asks.
“Brimmers.” Switch nods. “That sounds good. I like the beer they have on tap. Plus, we can play a game or two of pool.”
“Not to mention the female bartender,” Smoke throws out.
Switch smirks, waggling his brows.
Viper clears his throat. Turning, I see him looking at me, a question in his gray, piercing eyes.
I nod. “Smoke and I already talked about calling our own meeting. We agree things need to change. But we need to be careful how we go about this, and everyone must agree on what needs done before we move forward.”
I pin each of them with a stare, making sure everyone understands. Last thing I need is for anyone to go off half-cocked.
“Where’s Stress?” Dodger asks, glancing around the parking lot.
“Last I knew, he was filling up the van, then him and some of the guys were gonna load it up. He should be about ready.”
As if conjured up by the conversation, I spot Stress driving the black van around the side of the clubhouse. We make eye contact and exchange nods as he pulls to a stop to wait for us.
