How many times did I have to fuck to keep the bastard between my legs down? Booze didn't do it. Neither did these easy ass sluts.
I'd never admit it to anybody, not even my closest brothers, but I'd had a piece of me shaking loose for a long fucking time.
I waited 'til she had her shit on before I kicked her out. She'd be back to sucking off the prospects next week, probably letting Tinman and Lion rail her at the same time.
Not the kinda woman I'd ever think about filling twice, much less calling my old lady.
Never told the bitch today was my birthday. Thirty-four years riding, kicking ass, and fucking hard above ground, and there was just one thing I was more sure about than my loyalty to the skull.
There wasn't a woman worth keeping. And thank fuck for that.
Every brother who'd ever let cupid ram his sneaky shit into their heart just got something else to worry about. Wasn't a fuckin' chance I'd ever let it happen to me.
Dust didn't say shit when I walked out. Just handed me an address written on a napkin in his crabbed handwriting.
Some place in Knoxville. Probably not a dangerous job, or else he'd have briefed us and brought more guys.#p#分页标题#e#
No, this was just him and I. Weird, really, but fuck if I was asking any questions I didn't need to.
We rolled through the gate and I followed the Prez along the highway, letting the fresh spring air rolling off the Smokies fill my lungs.
The mountains loomed large in the distance. Having a clubhouse here felt like living in a castle sometimes. Not that it gave us any hard protection if the Deads down in Georgia or any other mean motherfuckers decided to roll into our territory.
For the first time in years, we had money, and we were starting to get our shit straight. Skin, our Treasurer, was helping jump start the new strip club in town. So was the rich girl he'd taken for an old lady, the stray we'd all helped save.
We'd gotten a piece of her daddy's money in return. Badly needed cash, honestly, seeing how the club was running on cheap booze and favors before we fell into it.
Dust rolled down the exit leading into the city and I followed. A couple minutes later, we rounded our way into a cozy neighborhood full of old houses, sleeker and safer than the trailer park where I'd grown up.
His bike slid to a stop next to a small gray house. I watched the Prez tear off his helmet and followed suit, stuffing it into the empty space behind me.
“What the hell we doing here, Cap'n?” I asked.
“Personal favor. If she starts screaming, you just grab her and gag her.”
What the fuck? He didn't elaborate, and now I wondered what the hell had crawled up his ass.
I followed him up the concrete steps leading into the house, his hand too close to the holster tucked against his belt for comfort.
Dust knocked on the door while I stood next to him. We both waited, and it seemed like nobody was home.
“Sure hope the man left it unlocked. Otherwise, we'll break it down.” He reached for the knob. It popped with a single turn, and the door creaked open into a dark, neat looking house.
Relief should've steamed out my nostrils, knowing we wouldn't have to kick down a suburban door in broad daylight. But I wasn't letting go of shit 'til I found out why the fuck we were here.
“Come on,” Dust said, waving me in behind him.
We headed for the kitchen, where I saw a skinny older man dressed up in a tan shirt at the kitchen table, a bottle of Johnnie at his side. Wasn't 'til we were face to face that I saw the brown shirt was a sheriff's, complete with badge, and then I nearly shit my pants.
“Jimmy, goddammit, you're gonna kill yourself.” Dust grabbed the half-empty bottle and smacked it on the counter, away from the very drunken cop. “Where is she?”
“Not home yet, Dust. Just give her a few more minutes. I'll let her in, introduce you guys, and you can be on your merry little way.”
“Just like that? Can't believe she'll come along so easy. What the fuck have you told her?” The Prez folded his arms, giving the old buzzard a look straight from hell.
“Nothing, nothing.” Must've taken him ten seconds to process the stink eye Dust was giving him. “Fuck, come on, Dusty. Telling her every little thing wasn't part of the deal. I've done my part years ago. Now, you owe me.”
I waited for the Cap'n's fist to slam into his jaw after the way he'd said it. Nobody talked to our Prez that way – fucking nobody.
Instead, Dust pulled out the empty chair across from him, and then yanked out the extra for me to join him.
“Have a seat, Firefly. We're gonna sit here with our friend and wait 'til his pretty daughter shows up.”
Prez, what the fuck? It burned my tongue like a damned ghost pepper, but I swallowed back the words, knowing any open questions were only gonna make this shit harder.#p#分页标题#e#