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Sitting up, I ask, “Pete got hurt? How?”
“Somebody cut him off when we were on our charity ride last week. Luckily, we were coming up on traffic, so we weren’t driving that fast. His bike landed on his leg and broke it and his ankle. He’s out of commission.”
I plop back. Pete’s a good guy. He’s a few years younger than me and Zeke, and he’s solid. He’s the one that put the bullet in Antonio’s brain after he testified against me.
“I can do that,” Finn says. “Do you know the makes and models?”
“Nah. Don’t know much about cars. Ask me what kind of chopper everyone has and I can rattle that shit off like an auctioneer.”
“Why not take it to any garages in town?” Finn asks, tucking his legs under him and leaning more heavily into me. He places a hand on my thigh and I clock wounds on his wrist where they scabbed over. I feel my dick getting hard as I think about how desperate Finn was to get out of those cuffs, how hard he fought to try to touch me. If I didn’t think it would hurt him, I would ask for a repeat.
My best friend chuckles. “Half the people in town are afraid to do business with us and the other half had someone that crossed the club and they had to pay for it. It’s easier knowing we have a twink mechanic that can take a quick look.” Finn gives him a dry look and I love how unafraid he is. Zeke is more deadly than me, but Finn doesn’t seem to mind.
“Fine. I’ll take a look.”
“We’ll pay you in beer and dick. Rax’s of course.”
Finn’s happy giggle warms my heart and I know for a fact that I’m fucked.
Chapter 19
Rax
Two days later, we’re in the back of Prez’s SUV, Zeke talking a mile a minute about all the shit I’ve been missing. We’ve chatted on the phone a few times but didn’t want to stay on the call long enough for anyone to track it. Even though they’re burner phones, we’re still careful. Any phone calls lasted two minutes or less, just enough for Zeke to update me on something the contact in the precinct said or to check if we needed anything.
Now that we’re in the same vehicle, it’s like he has word vomit and wants to tell me everything that’s happened in the last seven plus years.
I have to admit, I miss my best friend’s voice. Sure, we got to talk when I called home while I was locked up and he visited as often as he could, but we weren’t free to discuss whatever we wanted. Our calls were monitored, so we couldn’t say anything that could be used against the club.
Zeke tells me about some of the new charity rides the club goes on, most of them a front to transport drugs and guns. So far, all their dealings have been undercover and the cops in any state have been none the wiser. I’m sure that’s Zeke’s doing. He’s smart, knowing the best ways to get business done while giving back to the community. That’s a gift he got from his father. The same man raised us, but keeping a cool head must have been genetic, because I don’t possess an ounce of that.
He also fills me in on the clubs we own in town. Some of the guys work the doors or the bar, making sure the club’s investment isn’t fucked with. Money is being made hand over fist and small and large drug deals are made within those walls.
“Prez said he wants to have a word with you,” Zeke says when we’re about an hour out.
I grunt, wrapping my arm tighter around Finn’s shoulders. I don’t know what switch flipped, but it’s like I can’t keep my hands off him. I have to be touching him in some kind of way for me to be content. Finn doesn’t seem to mind—he burrows against my chest. I can feel his smile against my pec and I kiss the top of his head.
“Yeah, I need to talk to him as well.” Blowing out a deep breath, I look down at Finn and tell him what I’m thinking. “I need you all to take care of Finn when I’m gone.” My sweet pea looks up at me with wide eyes, opening his mouth to argue. I cut him off. “You need to be taken care of. I don’t like the thought of you going back to that piece of shit town without protection. It’s nonnegotiable.”
Finn rolls his eyes. “I’m moving, remember? I’ll be fine.”
I ignore him. “Think Prez is up for it?”
Zeke is quiet for a moment, switching lanes as he taps on the steering wheel. “Can’t be sure,” he says after a while. “Missouri ain’t right up the street, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll ask him about it.”
We continue the rest of the drive in silence, the radio turned on a station with all the oldies that Finn is used to singing. He hums along with most of them, a small smile on his face.
When we pull up to the clubhouse, it’s after dark, but it’s lit up like a beacon. A smile stretches my face when I think about all the parties we used to have. There won’t be any hangarounds for the boys, but I’m sure it’ll still be a blast. Hell, any time spent with my brothers will be a blast.
After the gates are opened and we drive in, the back passenger door is pulled open and one of my brothers, our sergeant at arms, Jace, pulls me out. I drag Finn out with me, holding his hand tight as Jace pulls me into a rough hug.
“Good to see you, Rax. I was out on a run when you stopped in. I’m glad to see you, brother.” His voice is gruff and he ducks his eyes before I can see if he’s going to drop a tear.
“All good, brother. Good to see you too. How’s the family?”
His face breaking into a smile, Jace pulls out his phone and shows me a picture of his old lady and three kids. Unlike the rest of the club, Jace is open about loving his wife. They grew up together and have been dating since they knew what boyfriend and girlfriend were. His old lady, Brit, would never roll on him. She already took a three-year drug charge for him.
