Vengeance laughed as Joker rolled his eyes.
“I’m pussy-whipped, okay? Get your own damn woman, and we’ll see how you will feel.”
“I’d say Vengeance has his own woman, but he’s pretending he doesn’t,” Weasel said.
“Deanna loved Constance,” Demon said. “She’s hoping she’ll be around the clubhouse more.”
“That’s what I’m hoping. I’m going to ask her when we get back if she’d like to be my old lady.”
“That’s fast,” Weasel said.
“I know what I feel, and she’s a good woman.” He took a bite of his burger and moaned. Even shit food could hit the right spot.
“She’s the right woman then?” Steel asked.
“Yep, and you should appreciate the lengths I’ll go to for my woman,” Vengeance said.
“You know, throwing a spanner in the works and all that, a few fucks don’t make a good woman,” Weasel said.
Silence rang through the diner, and Vengeance continued to chew his food at the same time he looked at Weasel, his friend.
“You really want to go fucking there?” he asked once he’d finished swallowing.
“I’m just saying. You’ve brought her around the club once. I know you like her and all, but this life isn’t just about being on the road, and fucking your way through random sluts until you find an old lady. She’s different, darker. You met her in a damn cemetery, but that doesn’t mean she’s old lady material.”
“Weasel, you’re crossing the fucking line,” Demon spoke up.
“Am I? Really? I’m not saying anything bad about your old ladies. Not got a problem with them. What I’m worried about is our club brother.” He looked at Vengeance. “You can hate me all you want. Your interest in her I get. She’s different. What I don’t get is after a few weeks, why you want to suddenly bring her into the club life. You’ve got to give it some time.”
When he saw his club brothers felt the same, Vengeance lost all appetite. “I’ll be outside.”
He didn’t linger. Going to his bike, he leaned against it and stared up at the sky. There was a chill in the air, and he wondered what Constance was doing. She had texted him earlier to say she was heading out, and he hadn’t called her yet. He wanted to, but again, he didn’t want to worry if she wasn’t at home.
“You okay?” Demon, his club Prez, asked.
“I’m… fine.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “You agree with that asshole?”
“Yeah, I do.”
He shook his head. “Not once did I stop any of you fuckers from picking your women, and now you’re going to be stopping me. Where is the fairness in that?”
“I didn’t say it was fair. I’ve got to ask you, do you really think she’s got what it takes to be an old lady, Vengeance? Not just you but the whole club has to rely on our women to know they would stand by us. How much do you know about her?”
“I know enough.”
“Do you know enough for her to lie to the fucking cops? Even Amy can do that, and she’s been fucked up in the head for a long time, and I know I can trust her.”
Vengeance gritted his teeth. He didn’t like that he couldn’t answer that. It was true; all of the old ladies would stand by their men without even blinking an eye. Constance, she had been dealt a raw hand, but that didn’t mean for a second she wouldn’t be willing to turn them over to the cops.
“Bring her ’round a lot more, Vengeance. Let the club get used to her, and then when you know for certain, make your move. Do not make a quick decision. You will live to regret it.”
With that, Demon left him alone to deal with his own thoughts.
16
When Vengeance left the club, he’d meant to go to Constance, to take her out somewhere nice. Hell, they didn’t even need to go anywhere for him to enjoy her company. Just sitting in silence would be good enough for him, as long as she was with him.
He went over to his bike, got on it, and was smart enough to put his helmet on even though his mind was crazed. He had no doubts Constance was his and didn’t care what his brothers said. He’d make her his old lady, tell her what she meant to him, how serious it was, and that was what mattered.
But right now, he needed to think about how to go about that.
He put his helmet on because safety first and all that shit, kicked the stand up, and cranked the engine. He pulled away from the clubhouse and down the road.
Once on the back street he took the corners sharp, not sure where he was going, but not caring either.
He opened up the engine. The wind blew in his face, the darkness on this stretch of road intense. Clouds hid the moon, but he knew these roads like the back of his hand. As he went faster a rush started to fill him. Vengeance looked down and saw the asphalt moving swiftly beneath him.