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“We already knew that by the sounds we heard coming from downstairs this morning. Oh. Oh, Eric,” Smoke mocks thrusting his hips up off the bed.
Ember slaps a towel across his torso. “Don’t be a dickhead.”
“He can’t help himself. Look at the shape of his head.”
“You’re both terrible but give me the list and Smoke and I will pick up whatever you need.”
“He only asked you to do it. Don’t be dragging me into this.”
Ember smacks him again. “Hand me the list. We’ll be out of your hair tonight. Smoke’s going to take me to the fight tonight at the clubhouse. You should bring Zoe. She can help me cheer for Creed to get his ass kicked.”
Creed and my sister had a flirtation. The guy’s an asshole, but he’s one hell of a fighter. Nobody is kicking his ass easily. “Maybe.” I hand over the list.
Mine and Smoke’s cells sound at the same time and that means one thing. Church.
I pull out my phone and Smoke reaches for his.
Prez: Church.
I was hoping it was Zoe texting back to tell me her wine preference.
Smoke nabs my sister by the back of the neck and kisses her.
My cue to get gone.
I hear him promising her he’ll be back as soon as he can as I hit the stairs.
Smoke and I ride out to the clubhouse together.
“What do you think this is about?” I push down my kickstand.
Smoke shrugs and Link pulls up on the other side of me, followed by Nav, Viking, and Sandman.
Prez and East are already here along with Static, Banks, Hound, and Roane.
“Hear you put a smile on my sister’s face,” Link mutters with a cigarette dangling between his lips, digging in his pockets for a lighter. “Keep it that way.” The warning in his tone is clear.
“That’s the plan.”
“Good.”
We all make our way down to the basement to the meeting room.
Jimmy is at the gate, so Trenton is at the door to collect our phones and any weapons anyone may be packing. I drop my phone and keys into the clear plastic bin, along with my favorite pocket knife.
Inside Murder, our Prez awaits wearing a grim expression, seated at the head of the table. East sits to his right and I take my seat on his left since I’m Road Captain. A lot of responsibility hangs on my shoulders where runs are concerned. I coordinate the routes, secure lodging when needed, and make sure everyone’s bikes are up to snuff.
Viking’s our Sergeant at Arms and sits next to East. Link serves as Treasurer. Across the table from him is our club Secretary, Banks. Though at times they’ve been known to share their duties. The rest of the brothers file in, finding a seat.
Once everyone is in and the door closes, Prez bangs his gavel down on the heavy oak table with the club’s insignia carved in the center. A crowned, bearded skull flanked by a bike on each side.
Church is in session.
“I know you weren’t expecting to be called in on a Saturday and I’ve interrupted plans and work. But I never call you in unless it’s important.”
Grunts and nods go around the room, acknowledging him. We all know whatever day or hour we are called on that the club comes first. Prez does his best to accommodate, but the club is law. We all know what we signed on for. We ride for the club, and we’d die for it too.
“First up, old Business. Link,” Prez prompts him to go over any unfinished business from our last meeting. “There’s still the matter of that podcast bitch running her mouth about us on her little show. It’s not popular, but that could change.”
