“Yeah. She catches on fast. We’ll see if she works out long term. You going to Cuervos tonight?”
Paco nodded. “I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna be there.”
Tattoo Mike and his old lady, Sam, had tied the knot twelve years before. That night, the anniversary party was a family event, meaning club girls weren’t included, only old ladies. Old ladies and club girls didn’t mix. The club women knew to keep out of their way, and if they happened to be in the same room, the club girls would immediately leave the room out of respect. Of the old ladies, only Sam and Shannon had the biggest problem with them since their husbands tended to occasionally have sex with the club women. The old ladies had come to terms with their husbands’ dalliances, but it didn’t mean they liked them. The way Sam and Shannon figured it was that their men always came home to them, and that the club sluts were bitches with holes.
“I better get over to the shop to make sure all is good. Friday nights can be a bitch.” Goldie slipped his hand in his pocket and took out his keys.
“I’m right behind you,” Tattoo Mike said.
“Let’s roll.” Goldie walked out of the cool clubhouse into the dry heat. Swinging his leg over his bike, he made a mental note to hit up a high school buddy about his band playing at the rally in July. He adjusted his sunglasses and rode away from the clubhouse.
* * *
When Goldie walked into Cuervos, the party was underway. Scanning the room, he saw all the familiar faces of the brotherhood, as well as many citizens glancing nervously at the group of men as they chugged bottles of beer. Several women smiled at him as he made his way to the bar.
“Didn’t think you’d make it,” Chains said as he bumped fists with Goldie.
“I stopped by to see my grandma. There’re some hot-looking chicks in here.”
“Tell me about it. I have my eyes on a few of them.”
“What’re you drinking?” Jorge, the owner of the bar, asked.
“I’ll start with a bottle of Coors. How’ve you been?” Goldie said.
“Not bad. Business is back to where it should be. It took a long time after the shooting last year to get people to come back in.”
“That’s good. Time makes most things pass. You gonna put Steel to work tonight?”
“I’ll let him enjoy the night. Maybe I’ll recruit Breanna.” Jorge laughed as he handed Goldie his beer.
“Give me another one, dude,” Army said from behind Goldie.
Goldie half turned. “You down for a game of pool? I need to make some money.”
Chains guffawed and Army shook his head. “I’m down for it, and I’m gonna beat your losing ass.”
“Anyone want to play Raven?” Muerto interjected as he came up to the bar to place his order.
“I wanna win some money tonight, not lose.” Goldie brought the bottle of beer to his lips.
“Looks like you’re gonna have to be the one to play. Brutus told me he’s taking a break. He’s yet to beat her.” Army chuckled.
“Didn’t know you were all a bunch of pussies,” Muerto joked as he walked away with two drinks in his hands.
A shapely redhead edged in between Goldie and Chains and leaned against the bar. She cocked her head and a sultry smile formed on her shiny red lips. “Am I crowding you?” She ran her painted fingernail down his forearm.
“Nah.” From the seductive look in her eyes, he knew where she wanted this to go.
“What’re you drinking?” Jorge asked, leaning forward to get a better look at her cleavage in her low-cut halter top.
“Whiskey sour.” She fixed her attention back on Goldie, the tip of her tongue outlining the contours of her lips. “You’re an officer with the Night Rebels,” she said, her fingernail running over the raised lettering “Road Captain” on his cut.
He nodded and took another pull of his beer.
“You do all the runs and rallies, right?”
“And other stuff that involves bikes.”
“I bet you have a big Harley. I love Harleys. They’re such powerful machines. Just like the guys who ride them.” She leaned in to him, the side of her thigh pressed against his.
All he had to do was tell her to follow him to the back room and she’d be down on her knees with her red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking the hell out of him. He didn’t doubt that she’d give him a damn good blow job, but he wasn’t feeling it, and that surprised the hell out of him.
“She’s practically drooling, dude. Give the chick a break and take her in the back,” Army said from behind.
Goldie craned his neck. “You want her?”