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Coyote looks pained while the rest of us smirk. His fine for fucking up was a big one. Five-hundred K for killing Vortex, a Blackbeard, is funding the new shine we’re puttin’ on the clubhouse.
Fender grins. “Comin along fine. Got the plans drawn up and I’ll go over them with you and Hangman later today.”
Hangman’s attention shifts. “Blackbeards are gonna come knockin’ on our doors so watch your backs. Keep your families safe. Doubt they’ll target kids or women but can’t trust they won’t after they grabbed Coyote’s sisters and knocked-off his parents.” Not a hint of sympathy in his cold dead heart over Coyote’s loss.
“Jesus, Hangman,” Red says under his breath. Despite being sponsored by the prez, Red hasn’t been a member of the club long enough to know that Prez is an unflinching bastard.
Hangman ignores him. “Crip’ll paint his club as the victim because we left a trail of bodies getting the girls back. Need to retaliate before they do.” He glances at Coyote. “How’s the thief? Still worth startin’ a war over?”
Coyote narrows his eyes at Hangman’s bullshit. “Bryce is fine. Sends her love.”
This gets a laugh since Coyote’s new fuck-toy is almost as talkative as Eight. “Good,” Hangman says. “Bring her around. Time to vest her.”
“In due time,” Coyote murmurs.
Hangman would normally challenge something like that but for some reason breezes by it. “Gonna put word on the street that we got hard evidence on the feebs that have been harassing us.” He turns his attention back to Coyote. “Got anything on the two fucks, yet?” The feebs are two federal agents who’ve gone rogue. They killed Jess’s brother and Hangman thinks they have a snitch inside the club.
“Gettin’ on it today.”
“Make it a priority,” Joker orders. “We need to find those fuckers fast, before they do any more damage.”
“What else?” Hangman asks, lookin’ around the room.
“Got a new business on Front Street. Vet clinic.” Reaper says. Reaper and Eight are in charge of our protection racket. Most of our ‘customers’ are in Reno, the one’s that pay the premium rate, but we don’t like to neglect the good citizens of Sagebrush. The businesses here get a discounted deal.
“Been there yet?” Hangman asks, his interest sharpened.
“Nah. Doors aren’t opened yet. Woman vet, apparently. Figure it’s an opportunity to send in the rookies.” The rookies are the two prospects, Zero and Crank.
Hangman nods. “Good thought. They should be able to handle a broad. Talk to them, make sure they have the process down, then give it a go.”
“On it,” Reaper grunts.
“I’m gettin’ tired of talkin,” Hangman says to Joker. “Anything else?”
Joker shakes his head. “I’m fuckin’ tired of talkin’ too. We’re done here.” Yep, definitely tension between the prez and VP.
Hangman ignores him, directing his attention to me. “Since you ain’t keeping Raven company, track her down and send her to my office. My dick needs some relief.”
He gets up and storms out like he’s pissed with the world.
The rest of us follow him out. Rocky and Red are tryin’ to get my attention, but I’m distracted by thoughts of Evanee again. I take a couple of steps towards the front door as I pull out my pack of smokes, but Coyote blocks me. “Want me to find her?”
“Who the fuck are you talking about?” But I keep my voice low and look around to make sure no one’s listening.
“Whoever has your panties tied up so tight you can’t drop them for Raven.” Raven’s my favourite passaround. Didn’t figure she had a temper, but she’s so pissed I’m actually a little afraid of her.
“Ain’t a woman.”
Coyote smirks. “Can’t think of what else it might be.” He used to be a monk, but now that the smug bastard’s emptying his balls on a daily basis, there’s no living with him.
“How the fuck did you reach that conclusion?” I should tell him to fuck off and walk away, but a little voice inside me, probably my dick, thinks maybe he can help.
“Only thing I can think of that would get you swearing off the passarounds.”
“Later,” I mutter as I catch Reaper headin’ over, his attention on Coyote.
When I approach Raven, her eyes light up, then dim when I tell her Hangman’s lookin’ for her. Trouble with passarounds is they get attached, start thinkin’ things that ain’t ever gonna happen. She and me were never gonna be a thing and I never told her otherwise. She’s a good girl, but not for me. Until Evanee, I didn’t think anyone was for me.
