Zeke's Rule(41)

“Striker?”

At the sound of his name, Striker snapped out of his thoughts. He turned and faced Demon, the president watching him curiously.

“Are you with us, boy?”

Striker gave a sharp nod. “Always, prez.”

“Good, because I asked if you were going with Steel, Nerd, and a few of the other Patches and prospects, on the run to pick up the guns from the Red Bloods, and all I got was dead air from you.”

“I’m sorry. I guess my mind wasn’t in the game.” God, he needed to get his shit together. He couldn’t jeopardize the club, not with his sexual needs. Going on a gun run to into the Red Bloods territory, an MC that the Soldiers had recently made alliances with was a big fucking deal. It also meant they’d be going through hostile gang territory, so being all in, making sure he wasn’t thinking about anything but this, was what he needed to focus on.

Striker needed to push the thoughts of his own desires away, focus on the shit at hand, and only when he didn’t have more pressing things to take care of, could he worry about himself.

Demon nodded once. “Make sure you’re here, man.”

Striker knew he was talking about his mind not being occupied, which it was. If Striker wasn’t thinking about keeping this club safe, people could get hurt, and it would be on him.

“I’m in, all in, prez.”

Demon grunted in approval. “Striker, Nerd, Steel, and a few others will all head out tomorrow evening for the gun run. Watch yourselves, because I’ve heard from The Red Bloods that things have gotten increasingly volatile with the gang hostility toward each other over there. That means stay on alert, be ready, and keep your nose on our business.

The meeting ended and the guys headed out of the meeting room. The sweet butts were cleaning the bar area. Tonight would be a party, something to have the guys letting loose since they’d be going on a run. It was what they always did, what helped them relax, get their head clear, their dicks wet, and strengthened them as a club.

Striker headed toward the back of the club, where he had a room, but the feeling of someone behind him, had him stopping and turning. Nerd stood a few feet away, a beer already in the Patch’s hand, his focus on Striker.

“What’s up?” Striker felt the thickening in the air as Nerd stared at him. The tattoos on Nerd’s neck could be seen creeping up from his chest and out from under the collar of his shirt and cut. Nerd, despite his name, was one of the toughest motherfuckers Striker had ever met. He’d gotten the nickname Nerd because he was also a smart bastard, dealing with anything computer or hacker related. If the club needed shit broken into on the Internet, Nerd was the one to call.

Ned didn’t say anything for a moment, just stood there staring at Striker and drinking his beer.

“What the fuck, Nerd? You got something to say, say it.”

Nerd finished off his beer, and without looking at the sweet butt that walked between them, held his arm out, and shoved the empty bottle toward her. She grabbed it, slowing her stride, a sultry smile on her face as she stared at Nerd.

“Move along,” Nerd said to her and slapped her on the ass, still staring at Striker. “I saw you at Dominion the other night.”

“Yeah,” Striker said and kept his expression detached. It wasn’t a secret that he liked dirty, hard, and dominating sex. He just didn’t want the club knowing how often he’d been to Zeke’s place of business. The club had a relationship with the man, but that didn’t mean they liked him.

“In fact, I know you’ve been going there a lot, Striker.”#p#分页标题#e#

“What’s your point, Nerd? I like to fuck subs. Nothing more.”

Nerd didn’t respond. “You sure you ain’t doing some business behind the club’s back at Zeke’s place?”

Anger rushed through Striker. “What the fuck you getting at?” Striker took a step toward Nerd.

Nerd held up his hands. “Listen, you’re a brother, and I’m not implying anything. I’m saying what others might say if they knew you were going there nearly every night.”

“I like to fuck. Nothing else,” Striker said between his teeth.

“I know, and ain’t nothing wrong with that. I’m just saying watch yourself, because if a prospect or asshole that hangs with the club wants to get in good with Demon or any of the Patches, they won’t think twice about spreading that shit.” Nerd’s face was a hard mask “You’re a brother, plain and simple, and I don’t want any asshole saying you are doing some back alley deals with Zeke. You know the relationship with him and the club, how we work with him, but we’re also wary of him.”