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“Where’s Viking?” Coyote asks. “Thought he was coming too.”
Mothman glances at him with disinterest. “Got delayed.” He turns back to Hangman. “What’d we miss?”
Joker inhales a breath as he glares at Hangman, and I have a sudden insight into the tension between Pres and VP. Joker doesn’t like having Vegas royalty join the club, even if it’s temporary. Still, you wouldn’t know it from the tone of his voice. “Accidently caught us a Blackbeard last night. We got him locked up in the Chamber.”
Hangman grins ferally. “Let him sweat for a couple of days. Hash, get word to Mad Max that we don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.”
“Said that already because I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. But I’ll put the word out there.” He scratches the side of his face. “Also heard a lot of rumours about Feebs running wild.” He looks at me and Rocky. “Your snitch works fast.”
“Yeah, their fuckin’ snitch,” Red grumbles under his breath.
Rocky snickers and I outright laugh. “Gotta get fucked, man. You’re too tense.”
“Don’t have time to get fucked, you asshole,” he snarls at me. “Too busy picking your sorry ass off the concrete.”
I ignore him as I explain the current situation to Mothman and Rider. “We’re reeling in the feds, lettin’ them know we got evidence linking them to a murder. Might be the only way to get them out in the daylight.”
“Sounds like they’re vampires,” Rider sniggers.
Joker looks down at his notepad, then across the table at Hangman. “We gonna talk about fines?”
Hangman narrows his eyes, first at Joker, then at me. “Not yet. I want to get a few more punches in before the end of the month. Figure I may as well get my money’s worth.”
“And the broken door?”
“Asshole pays for it.” He jerks his chin towards me.
“We’re up to our ass in renos. We were going to replace it anyway,” Fender says.
“When are they gonna start?” Hash asks. “Are we gonna have to move out?”
It’s a legitimate question. Hash, Red, me, and Peyton, a stray we picked up while rescuing Coyote’s sisters from a human trafficker, live at the clubhouse.
“Maybe shift around a bit. We’re givin’ the upstairs a facelift, so we’ll do it in stages,” Fender replies.
“Good,” Red pouts. “I got no place to go.”
“Get yourself a fucking apartment,” I say. “Not that hard.”
He narrows his eyes. “Working on it, fuck face. Looking for a house to buy.” He turns to Rocky. “Asshole’s a fuckin’ hypocrite.”
Reaper sighs. “Can you idiots fight on your own time.”
“You got somewhere to be?” Red attacks him.
Reaper looks across the table at me. “You’re right. He needs to get fucked.”
“Shut it, all of you,” Hangman growls as he tugs at his braid. “Gotta talk about the vet clinic.”
“Trigger’s banging a veterinarian,” Coyote tells Mothman and Rider.
Rider snorts. “He can’t even spell the fucking word.”
I think about it. Maybe he’s right.
“Shut up!” Hangman shouts. “Who gives a fuck who Trigger’s banging. It’s just another day in his life.”
Rocky raises his eyebrows at me, a quick up and down, daring me to take on Hangman again. Good thing I’m stilled blissed out from last night. The prez can say whatever the fuck he wants. I’m banging the best girl in the world and he’s giving himself a five-finger fuck when the passarounds are busy.
