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“Fuck that. I ain’t grillin’ nothin’. What do you think we’ve got prospects for?”
Cat got out of the truck and dragged Nora along with her, both unwilling to let go of the other’s hand.
Turtle slung his leather arms around them, pulling them in for a hug. “It’s a good thing you’re here, girls.”
“Why? You need help so the prospects don’t fuck up the wieners?” Cat asked.
Turtle’s bushy gray eyebrows rose to his matching hairline. “You eat with that mouth?”
“Was planning on eating a shitload of burgers with it, yeah,” Cat said with a smile while Nora tightened her grip on Cat’s hand, urging her to stop being such a wiseass.
Turtle glanced over his shoulder at Devlin, who pinched the bridge of his nose while taking such a deep breath that she overheard him several feet away.
“You didn’t tell me one of your sisters has been brought up by sailors,” Turtle said with a hint of a smile as he turned his attention back to Cat.
Nora finally let go of Cat’s hand and scurried off to Devlin, who welcomed her by slinging his arm around her shoulder. Sometimes, seeing their bond stung a little. Just because Cat always was the strong one, didn’t mean she didn’t need a hug now and then.
She met Turtle’s gaze head on and said, “Not sailors… Pirates.”
Turtle fisted his long gray beard as he broke out in laughter. “Priceless! You stick with Turtle, okay? Don’t go wander off around the compound. Not all of my brothers appreciate a back talking little stink. You hear me?”
Cat ignored him calling her a little stink and nodded since his tone of voice suddenly got intense.
“I promise.”
“Good.” Turtle smiled, exposing some yellow and missing teeth.
She walked next to Turtle, in front of Devlin and Nora, while that winking prospect parked Devlin’s truck to the side of the courtyard between what looked like the clubhouse and another concrete building with the sign ‘Vikings Auto Salvage’ above garage bay doors.
Loud talking older men hung out between the two buildings at five picnic tables. Their leather jackets had the same skull on the back, wearing a Viking’s helmet with two iron horns and ‘Iron Vikings MC’ and ‘Born to be warrior’ embroidered.
Cat had to search hard to find a few women standing at the back of the courtyard talking to each other. The two older women had leather jackets on like they were also a part of the group of men.
Turtle must have noticed her observation and said, “That’s Marie, Jessica, and Ammeline. They’re the Old Ladies of our club.”
Cat scrunched her nose. “Old? Did you know that turtles have been around for like two hundred million years? They’ve hung out with dinosaurs. Now that’s old...”
“And I still look good, Stink,” Turtle said with a toothy grin.
“You’re all right… For a dinosaur type of guy.”
Cat stilled when a sharp whistle traveled across the courtyard.
“Who’s your little friend, Turtle?” the whistling man asked from the picnic table next to them. The man looked like a seven-foot monster with long, dark and greasy hair and a creepy smile on his face.
His friend on the opposite side of the table watched her in silence. He looked like he’d been living under a bridge for the past three years, with his graying stubble and dirty stained clothes.
“The only thing you need to know is that the twins are family of the club,” Turtle said before he slightly pushed her upper back so she remembered to walk again.
Turtle lowered his voice when they were far enough away from the two creeps, and said, “The man with the long hair is Mammoth and the other is Mud. Stay away from both of them. Understood?”
“Why?” Cat asked before she sat down at the picnic table furthest away from Mud and Mammoth.
Turtle scooted in next to her on the bench while Devlin and Nora sat down on the opposite side. Devlin gave Turtle a silent nod before Turtle said, “They’re scum. I know that we’re all supposed to be brothers here, but Annas made a mistake by voting them in.”
“Annas?” Cat asked.
Turtle nudged his chin to a tall man who—even though he must be around Turtle’s age and somewhere in his sixties, he still radiated power as a group of five rough-looking men listened closely to him talk.
