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“She’s alright.”
“Fucker swerved all the way home. Couldn’t keep his mind off her,” Sticks said, blowing out a whistle. “Hell, he didn’t even need to set his bike’s kickstand. As soon as his boots hit the gravel, his motherfucking dick tripoded in the dirt beside his fucking foot.” He cackled, plopping onto the stool beside me.
“That right?” Viking, our club’s President, asked, slowly dragging his fingers along his scarred face and across his mustache before he took one last hit of his smoke. “A dick tripod. Hmph. That’s something I’ll have to see at some point.” He shrugged. “Just the same to me, really, though. It was about time we cut ties with Falbo. He doubled his prices.”
“Fucking really? The balls on that arse must be the size of one of those tuberous bush crickets or a North Atlantic right whale,” Mordy rattled off, pushing his hands on the cushion of his seat and raising himself up in his chair.
My head turned sideways, and my mouth opened wide as my eyebrows rose. My attention stayed on him for a couple of seconds, waiting for an explanation, but I had no idea why I thought I would get one. Mordicus was an odd little fucker whom I would never understand.
“What?” he asked, shrugging, “They have the biggest balls in the animal kingdom. One proportionally, and the other weighs more than a fecking Cadillac.”
“I think you need to check your facts, Mordy.”
“Feckin’ hell. Probably on the weight, but the nut sack ratio, I’m spot on.”
I shook my head in response. There was no winning an argument with him, and when I did, it wasn’t going to be because I fact-checked his sack particulars.
“Matter at hand, brothers,” Sticks interjected, steering our conversation back to club business. “When did we find out about the price change? Keeping animal testicles out of the subject, Mordy has a point. That weaselly shit is fucking bold if he thinks we’re going to agree to pay more.”
“While you two were checking up on the girl, he called Dumble and wanted to meet with me. I didn’t see his ass. Wasn’t going to until you all were back just in case we needed the bodies.” Viking cleared the confusion while putting the remaining embers that were slowly dimming in the ashtray out with his snuffed-out cigarette.
“Where’s Hogtie and Colbalt stand with all of this?” I questioned, my tone level. If I knew our Prez as well as I thought I did, he’d already called the other chapters’ Presidents for their vote. Nothing was moving an inch edgewise without them in this unless it was absolutely necessary. Countless of us Crazed Kings referred to Viking as brother, but none of us had as long as Colbalt and Hogtie. The three of them were the founders and original members of the CKMC. They were stationed together overseas in the early nineties, to hear any one of them tell it, raising hell and chasing tail. Once they were back in the States, and the newness of being home wore off, they needed something that had the same level of brotherhood as what they had left behind in Germany. Eventually, their connection led to what we were today—the Crazed Kings Motorcycle Club.
“With me. It’s time to cut the Falbos out of the picture. That means keeping an eye on the Wright girl. I do not know why they want her, but if they do, so do we. Lucky for you and that gravel-eating monster between your legs, Stone.” Viking coughed out a laugh, but he mostly kept his normal calm and cool composure.
Wisenheimer leaned forward, locking his fingers, and they cracked one at a time as he forced them against each other. “After talking about it, Sleeper has agreed that the new crew hanging around Monty Cat’s would be perfect for the job and will do it for a third of what Falbo is asking.
“Are they trustworthy?” Mordy asked.
“I trust Sleeper to oversee the details and to set up a meeting with them. What we need to handle right now is Falbo and make sure we keep him away from Regina,” Viking answered point-blank, stopping any further questions before any of us asked them of him. The minute specifics weren’t something we had to worry about right now. Sleeper would carry out anything we needed him to do and get back to us with an answer. Viking was right to entrust him with this. Although Sleeper was not a brother with our club specifically, the one he did belong to had our best interests in mind. What was good for us was good for them. His club had helped our founding members in the beginning, and ever since, our brothers have helped each other out.
Chapter5
Reggy
The remainder of finals week went more smoothly than expected, and I actually managed to score a B in the class. Shaun and I never saw each other again after he left the classroom, despite my best efforts and my curiosity getting the better of me. I wanted answers, no matter how minuscule they might be. There was zero reason for him to be in the classroom that day because he didn’t even bother handing in the test. He simply watched me for a while before leaving without rhyme or reason. Once I had finished mine, I scooped his up and shoved it beneath my own, turning it in for him. As pointless as giving his test to the teacher might have been, I did it anyway. I figured it was the least I could do since he’d helped me out.
“I want to ask you a question.” Maryanne shifted her weight from foot to foot and stared at the ground. The only time she refused to look at me was when she was about to ask me something she knew I hated. She glanced at me, and then her eyes darted back to the carpet.
“Come on, Annie, out with it.” She glared at me, mentally singeing holes through my face. She abhorred the name, and I was well aware of that, but in turn, I despised it when she avoided shit. “Fine.” I plopped down on the recliner and swung the footrest out, stretching my legs and curling my toes. Mid-stretch, I caved and questioned her, “What do you want to ask me?” My voice sounded monotone and made me look like I was being a snob, but I didn’t mean for it to.
She crossed her arms, and all hope drained from her face. “No. Never mind. It’s nothing. You wouldn’t want to go anyhow.” Her posture changed from her normal straight and narrow to something that might have actually given the hunchback from Notre Dame a run for his money. Whatever it was she wanted must have meant a lot to her. Normally, she had a comeback ready to dish out at all times. It was how we worked.
She tried to walk past me to go to her room, but I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap. “Maryanne Morris, my best friend in the whole wide world, will you please tell me what it is your little heart desires?” That earned a little smile from her. “Please?” I drawled out the word until she was full-on laughing.
“Okay, but listen to the whole thing before you say no. Okay?” She scooted off my lap and shifted around as she settled onto the arm of the chair. I nodded and got comfortable myself since she already had. When someone gave you a warning before they told you what they truly wanted, you knew you were going to be there for a while. “I know parties aren’t your scene.” They so were not. I didn’t see the point in going to a house full of horny drunk guys, only to have them sweat all over you and give you a bunch of one-liners. It didn’t bother me so much, but after they were shot down, they recycled the same shitty pickup line to the next poor victim caught in their line of sight. True story. “But all of my sisters are coming in and going to this local bar to celebrate graduation and then to the frat house. Jessica Launders, Heather Sutherland, and Louise Black will be there. They are legends in our sorority, and I have to go, but I don’t want to go alone. Some of the guys who usually end up going are creeps, and I know if you are by my side, you’ll take care of them.” Her expression pleaded with me, and she was right.
I’d had to stand up for her more times than I cared to think about. She naturally trusted people, while I, on the other hand, knew better. Most people were nothing more than a bunch of self-righteous pricks, always looking out for number one.
“Okay,” I sighed, staring at the ceiling, knowing this was not going to be a short evening. She’d insist on picking out both of our clothes like she usually did when we went out. She ushered me out of the chair and into the bathroom immediately.
I stood under the water a little longer than needed, not looking forward to being minutes away from being transformed into Maryanne’s living doll. She had probably raided her entire closet to find the “perfect” outfit for me to wear. In the past, this method hadn’t worked in the slightest. I was guessing this time would not be any different, but who knew? There was a first time for everything. Right?
Chapter6
Reggy
Mid-December was a time of the year I used to adore. However, when the snow was falling faster than gas prices were rising and Maryanne insisted on driving my truck, my opinion of the month was quickly changing. We opted to bring my vehicle because it had four-wheel drive. I was still trying to figure out why she was so adamant about being the DD. I rarely drank enough to get drunk. My tolerance was higher than hers, but I refused to drink and drive. I thought it had something to do with her not being allowed to drink in her “letters.” Yet she still should have let me drive where we were going. I didn’t feel like arguing with her, so I willingly handed her my keys. She was a nervous wreck as it was. I didn’t want to add to her impending panic attack.
