nodded. “I’ll see you inside, Bump.”
But Bump might as well have been on another planet. Not sure how to comfort his buddy, Zag smacked him on the shoulder as he walked away.
Axle followed and tipped his head in Bump’s direction. “He coming?”
“I think he just needs a sec.” Zag pulled the back door open.
“Don’t we all. I still can’t fucking believe it. Preacher and Saddletramps. What the hell was he thinking?”
Rebel, the club’s president, was slouching against the meeting room door, his usual stoic expression replaced with a scowl. “He wasn’t thinking. That fucker is so mixed up in drugs and booze, he don’t know which way is up.” Reb looked over at Zag and inclined his head. “You tell Bumper?”
Zag nodded. And didn’t need to say anything more—Reb knew how hard the news would hit Bump.
“Christ. Let’s give him a minute and get a drink.”
Rebel led them to the bar where most of the guys congregated before and after meetings. Tonight’s bartender, Stitch, poured Zag his usual shot of whiskey without asking. But when the shot landed in front of him, Zag wasn’t interested. He twisted the glass in his hand and listened with half an ear while the group around him traded war stories. Some were scaring prospects with tales about past battles, others talking about Preacher—apparently the news was out already—but the group around him was talking about the one thing Zag would rather be thinking about: women.
“You would not believe the set on this chick.” Axle held his hands out in front of his chest in an impressive show of make-believe cleavage.
“I swear to God the tits get bigger every fucking time he tells this story,” Reb said.
“Nah, they
were
this big. I’m telling you. You wouldn’t believe them unless you saw for yourself,” Axle argued.
“You’re so full of shit, man.” Reb slung an arm around Axle’s shoulders and held him in a playful chokehold. “I say we call this fucker’s bluff. You two met up last weekend at the Mineshaft?”
Axle’s eyes bugged out slightly as he nodded.
“I say after the meeting we go to the Shaft. If it was as orgasmic as you say, she’s probably already there trolling for round two.”
“Hell yeah,” Stitch tossed in, holding up his glass of whiskey and soda. “I could use a little T and A to go with my Seven and Seven.”
Zag just shook his head. His mind was on a curvy, doe-eyed blonde.
Jessica
. How she could even think he’d be tangled up in Preacher’s bullshit was ridiculous. He had to set a few things straight with her.
And then, of course, he wouldn’t mind some T and A action afterward. God, that woman had him more tied up than any other. The combination of sex and sweet was like nothing he’d ever had before. He couldn’t wait to hear that little sound she made deep in her throat right before—
“You guys ready to head in?” Reb slapped a hand on Zag’s back, bringing him out of his daydream.
Zag flinched and hoped like hell no one noticed the little problem south of his belt. But apparently everyone’s attention was fixed somewhere behind him. He turned to see Bumper standing in the club’s doorway, his expression carefully blank. Zag lifted his chin at his buddy, but Bump didn’t return the acknowledgement.
Zag’s jaw clenched as he turned back to Reb. “Let’s get the meeting started.”
He joined the group streaming into the club’s meeting room and took a seat at the front with the rest of the board members.
Reb stood at the podium and addressed the club. “I think most of you know why we’re here tonight, but I’ll recap for those of you who’ve missed the latest. Earlier today, Preacher was arrested for distribution with the intent to sell. At the time of his arrest, he was in the company of two members of the Truckee Saddletramps MC.”
A general grumble rose up from the crowd. The Truckee Tramps were the enemies of the Brothers. To even see them in True Brothers’
But Bump might as well have been on another planet. Not sure how to comfort his buddy, Zag smacked him on the shoulder as he walked away.
Axle followed and tipped his head in Bump’s direction. “He coming?”
“I think he just needs a sec.” Zag pulled the back door open.
“Don’t we all. I still can’t fucking believe it. Preacher and Saddletramps. What the hell was he thinking?”
Rebel, the club’s president, was slouching against the meeting room door, his usual stoic expression replaced with a scowl. “He wasn’t thinking. That fucker is so mixed up in drugs and booze, he don’t know which way is up.” Reb looked over at Zag and inclined his head. “You tell Bumper?”
Zag nodded. And didn’t need to say anything more—Reb knew how hard the news would hit Bump.
“Christ. Let’s give him a minute and get a drink.”
Rebel led them to the bar where most of the guys congregated before and after meetings. Tonight’s bartender, Stitch, poured Zag his usual shot of whiskey without asking. But when the shot landed in front of him, Zag wasn’t interested. He twisted the glass in his hand and listened with half an ear while the group around him traded war stories. Some were scaring prospects with tales about past battles, others talking about Preacher—apparently the news was out already—but the group around him was talking about the one thing Zag would rather be thinking about: women.
“You would not believe the set on this chick.” Axle held his hands out in front of his chest in an impressive show of make-believe cleavage.
“I swear to God the tits get bigger every fucking time he tells this story,” Reb said.
“Nah, they
were
this big. I’m telling you. You wouldn’t believe them unless you saw for yourself,” Axle argued.
“You’re so full of shit, man.” Reb slung an arm around Axle’s shoulders and held him in a playful chokehold. “I say we call this fucker’s bluff. You two met up last weekend at the Mineshaft?”
Axle’s eyes bugged out slightly as he nodded.
“I say after the meeting we go to the Shaft. If it was as orgasmic as you say, she’s probably already there trolling for round two.”
“Hell yeah,” Stitch tossed in, holding up his glass of whiskey and soda. “I could use a little T and A to go with my Seven and Seven.”
Zag just shook his head. His mind was on a curvy, doe-eyed blonde.
Jessica
. How she could even think he’d be tangled up in Preacher’s bullshit was ridiculous. He had to set a few things straight with her.
And then, of course, he wouldn’t mind some T and A action afterward. God, that woman had him more tied up than any other. The combination of sex and sweet was like nothing he’d ever had before. He couldn’t wait to hear that little sound she made deep in her throat right before—
“You guys ready to head in?” Reb slapped a hand on Zag’s back, bringing him out of his daydream.
Zag flinched and hoped like hell no one noticed the little problem south of his belt. But apparently everyone’s attention was fixed somewhere behind him. He turned to see Bumper standing in the club’s doorway, his expression carefully blank. Zag lifted his chin at his buddy, but Bump didn’t return the acknowledgement.
Zag’s jaw clenched as he turned back to Reb. “Let’s get the meeting started.”
He joined the group streaming into the club’s meeting room and took a seat at the front with the rest of the board members.
Reb stood at the podium and addressed the club. “I think most of you know why we’re here tonight, but I’ll recap for those of you who’ve missed the latest. Earlier today, Preacher was arrested for distribution with the intent to sell. At the time of his arrest, he was in the company of two members of the Truckee Saddletramps MC.”
A general grumble rose up from the crowd. The Truckee Tramps were the enemies of the Brothers. To even see them in True Brothers’
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