about it. If he'd quit doing stupid shit like what he pulled last night, I wouldn't be on his case."
"Goddamn, sometimes I feel like a babysitter."
"Whatever." I finished my coffee. "Can it wait until our meeting on Sunday or not? I have appointments to get to."
Joker watched me as I stood up. "I guess it can wait. I'll tell Jimmy that he has to sit tight for a few days."
"Good. I'll probably swing by the clubhouse after I close up for the day. I have plans with my girl tomorrow, so I won't be around."
"So this girl?"
"Yeah?"
"I hear from Butch that she's a looker."
I shrugged. "What the fuck do you expect? That I'm gonna make some raggedy piece of ass my old lady?"
"Old lady?"
I knew that Joker would be surprised. I'd known the man all of my twenty-five years, and never had I ever settled down with just one woman.
"Yeah. Figured it was about time. And she's less crazy than any woman I've ever met, and she's smokin' hot."
"She like to party?"
"Not anymore. She was in a bad way before she got to Colorado. She left a piece of shit boyfriend behind, and she's cleaned up."
Joker laughed. "Then what the hell's she doing with you?"
I laughed as well as I walked away. "Rockin' my world, man. See you later."
He waved and signaled to the waitress for the check. Of everything I knew I'd have on my conscience after I got out of the Savage Sons, Joker was gonna bother me the most. I loved the man like a father, and I hated to think about him in prison. But that was where he belonged. I knew that I probably belonged there too, but I could save myself. I was gonna be the straightest arrow in the world after I got away. I didn't pray, but if I did, I'd have promised God that I'd never break another law again after I left, and I would have no trouble keeping that promise.
Chapter 15
Max
April 4, 2013
I couldn't believe it while I was getting ready, but I was actually looking forward to shopping at Goodwill. I had my beater car, and I needed clothes to go with it. Since I wasn't supposed to meet Moses until the afternoon, I had the morning free to pack up the few things I wanted to take with me when I moved into his place temporarily. I had to keep reminding myself that it was just temporary because the thought of being under the same roof with Moses Hall was making my temperature rise.
Tombley had given me an old suitcase that would look the part for my cover. A recovering meth addict who's just escaped from an abusive relationship and is looking for work doesn't have brand new matching luggage. I folded my new clothes from a couple of days before and packed them, and I started going through my drawers and closet for simple pieces that would blend in with my new look. Not much of what I owned was appropriate.
I got to my lingerie drawer, though, and I couldn't help but pack a few things. I threw in some sexy bra and panty sets and a few little nightgowns. I might have to crash in an unfamiliar place, but I wanted to have something pretty to sleep in.
"God knows what his place is gonna look like," I said out loud while I folded some t-shirts. I'd been practicing sounding less polished and educated. It wasn't easy. "The fuckin' place is probably a mess." I looked in the mirror. "Sounds pretty fuckin' convincing, don't it?"
I'd realized that if I sprinkled f-bombs in liberally and shortened the ends of words -- "drivin'" instead of "driving," that I should fit right in. Mistrust of authority, the appearance of a thick skin, and lots of profanity seemed to be the key elements in the bravado of biker speak. I could handle it.
I was really curious about Moses' house, and I wasn't sure what to expect. The clubhouse had been vile, to put it plainly. I was pretty sure that the smell of urine, vomit, whisky, and...well...pussy was never going away. It smelled like a frat house that had never ever been cleaned. Moses didn't appear to be a slob, but it was hard to tell. I knew that he spent some nights at the clubhouse,
"Goddamn, sometimes I feel like a babysitter."
"Whatever." I finished my coffee. "Can it wait until our meeting on Sunday or not? I have appointments to get to."
Joker watched me as I stood up. "I guess it can wait. I'll tell Jimmy that he has to sit tight for a few days."
"Good. I'll probably swing by the clubhouse after I close up for the day. I have plans with my girl tomorrow, so I won't be around."
"So this girl?"
"Yeah?"
"I hear from Butch that she's a looker."
I shrugged. "What the fuck do you expect? That I'm gonna make some raggedy piece of ass my old lady?"
"Old lady?"
I knew that Joker would be surprised. I'd known the man all of my twenty-five years, and never had I ever settled down with just one woman.
"Yeah. Figured it was about time. And she's less crazy than any woman I've ever met, and she's smokin' hot."
"She like to party?"
"Not anymore. She was in a bad way before she got to Colorado. She left a piece of shit boyfriend behind, and she's cleaned up."
Joker laughed. "Then what the hell's she doing with you?"
I laughed as well as I walked away. "Rockin' my world, man. See you later."
He waved and signaled to the waitress for the check. Of everything I knew I'd have on my conscience after I got out of the Savage Sons, Joker was gonna bother me the most. I loved the man like a father, and I hated to think about him in prison. But that was where he belonged. I knew that I probably belonged there too, but I could save myself. I was gonna be the straightest arrow in the world after I got away. I didn't pray, but if I did, I'd have promised God that I'd never break another law again after I left, and I would have no trouble keeping that promise.
Chapter 15
Max
April 4, 2013
I couldn't believe it while I was getting ready, but I was actually looking forward to shopping at Goodwill. I had my beater car, and I needed clothes to go with it. Since I wasn't supposed to meet Moses until the afternoon, I had the morning free to pack up the few things I wanted to take with me when I moved into his place temporarily. I had to keep reminding myself that it was just temporary because the thought of being under the same roof with Moses Hall was making my temperature rise.
Tombley had given me an old suitcase that would look the part for my cover. A recovering meth addict who's just escaped from an abusive relationship and is looking for work doesn't have brand new matching luggage. I folded my new clothes from a couple of days before and packed them, and I started going through my drawers and closet for simple pieces that would blend in with my new look. Not much of what I owned was appropriate.
I got to my lingerie drawer, though, and I couldn't help but pack a few things. I threw in some sexy bra and panty sets and a few little nightgowns. I might have to crash in an unfamiliar place, but I wanted to have something pretty to sleep in.
"God knows what his place is gonna look like," I said out loud while I folded some t-shirts. I'd been practicing sounding less polished and educated. It wasn't easy. "The fuckin' place is probably a mess." I looked in the mirror. "Sounds pretty fuckin' convincing, don't it?"
I'd realized that if I sprinkled f-bombs in liberally and shortened the ends of words -- "drivin'" instead of "driving," that I should fit right in. Mistrust of authority, the appearance of a thick skin, and lots of profanity seemed to be the key elements in the bravado of biker speak. I could handle it.
I was really curious about Moses' house, and I wasn't sure what to expect. The clubhouse had been vile, to put it plainly. I was pretty sure that the smell of urine, vomit, whisky, and...well...pussy was never going away. It smelled like a frat house that had never ever been cleaned. Moses didn't appear to be a slob, but it was hard to tell. I knew that he spent some nights at the clubhouse,
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