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“You’re distracting me. Go away,” Barber whined.
“Shouldn’t you be supporting me, Bunny?” Bishop asked in his watered-down British lilt. He was in the third seat, driving his video-game car like a maniac.
Destiny waved his hand. “Destiny knows you don’t have a chance, honey. And Jonas is my new best friend. Us biker bitches need to stick together.”
“Hey!” Bishop didn’t sound very outraged, though. If anything, he was amused.
Scar, the fourth player, was focused firmly on the game, eyes narrowed in concentration and hands so tightly clutching the wheel that his knuckles went white.
Beside me, Charley—or Pike, as King occasionally called him—shook his head with a small laugh. We’d just been out sending another message for King, and while Hound had gone straight to the bar, Charley and I stood near the entrance, watching the crowd of bikers that surrounded the players.
“Who bought the game?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Charley rolled his eyes and slapped me on the back. “Who do you think?”
“Barber.”
He chuckled. “Of course. The childish fucker of the bunch.”
I shook my head. I wasn’t exactly surprised because during the past few months we’d been living in the clubhouse I’d learned a lot about my fellow brothers and their personalities. Barber was the shit-stirrer, the one who riled up the others, and he enjoyed a good game. Scar always seemed to take on the challenges Barber presented, and there was a continuous competition between them. Bishop always got in the middle of their feud, along with Quain and Charley.
“Yes, yes! Go around him!” Destiny bounced higher and clapped his hands.
Jonas laughed, and Scar let out a loud growl, making Barber howl in laughter. It was pure chaos, but I couldn’t help but smile because Jonas was clearly enjoying himself.
“Fucking hell.Move.” Scar slammed his hand against the steering wheel, then let out a massive yell of frustration as his car crashed into the wall when he tried to turn a corner.
“You did it! You won!” Destiny dragged Jonas out of his seat and hugged him, and they both jumped in each other’s arms and laughed.
I shook my head and grinned wider. Jonas had made a large group of friends, but Destiny had become one of the people he spent the most time with. When Jonas was stuck with his senior year homework, Destiny was the one who sat down and helped him through it. He was smarter than he let on, apparently.
I wolf whistled, and Jonas’s gaze snapped to me.
“Ethan!” He laughed and plopped a kiss on Destiny’s cheek before he came rushing over to me and into my arms. I grabbed him around the waist and dragged him into a long kiss that left my toes curled in exhilaration. I’d already washed off the blood, but I could stillfeelthe warmth on my skin and it added to the hot and heavy emotion roiling through me. “I won.”
I laid a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I saw that. You did amazing.”
“He cheated,” Scar grumbled as he rose from his seat, and even though he pointed at Jonas, he smiled. “He’s lucky I like him.”
Jonas gave him a shy smirk. “Stop being a sore loser, Colton.”
Scar grunted. I’d never been allowed to call him by his first name, but Jonas had a special touch when it came to the Kings and their partners. I didn’t blame them. It was easy to love Jonas and his upbeat personality.
“Did you get your homework done?” I asked, aware of how much I sounded like a parent, but I knew how important it was to Jonas for him to succeed and get into college. He’d already told me he wanted to teach.
He nodded eagerly. “Destiny and King helped me.”
I gaped for a second. “King?”
Jonas’s eyes sparkled. “He’s smart.”
A grunt came from the bar, and I glanced over to find King sitting on a stool, a glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand. Dallas—or Viper, as I’d heard was his road name—stared at him with concern, his hand lying on King’s knee.
King raised the glass. “I know some shit.”
“Didn’t say you didn’t.” I shrugged and released Jonas to walk over to him. “Job done, Pres. That asshole won’t be threatening us again.”
King made a sound almost like a laugh and slapped me on the shoulder. “Good job, Prospect.”
