Page 128 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

At least she was making it known that she had an ol’ man. “I do.”

“Lookin’ to join a club?”

“Not really. Don’t plan on bein’ someone else’s bitch for a year. Why you ask?”

“Our prez is lookin’ to expand our territory and grow our brotherhood. Wants us to be a force to be reckoned with.”

No shit.“Against who?”

That got the man pursing his lips for a few seconds—and maybe even regretting letting that little bit of info fly—before answering, “Nobody specific.”

Right.

That made him believe that, not only did they want to cut out the Russos, but they planned on expanding their territory into another MC’s.

Like the Dirty Angels. Maybe dare to march even more north into the Dark Knights’.

If they were going to make that move—one that would be a mistake—it made sense to patch “Ghost” over from the Angels and continue to actively recruit more members.

None of it was a surprise and what they had expected to happen.

Bulldog gave Cabrera’s shoulders a squeeze. “Table over in the far corner needs fresh beers. Go get ‘em some.”

Cabrera’s eyes briefly met his and he gave the slightest chin lift. Luckily, she caught it. She pulled away from Bulldog and nodded. “I see that. I’ll get right on it, boss.”

Boss.

And here he thought she reserved that title strictly for him.

Once she was gone, the Demons’ sergeant at arms turned back to him. “That one’s a damn hard worker. Even better that we don’t gotta pay her. You must got her trained well to get her bustin’ her ass for your habit.” His head tilted as he ran his gaze over what he could see of Crew sitting on the opposite side of the bar. “Though, don’t look like you’re drinkin’ too many of those specialty drinks she’s takin’ home with her.”

Ah shit.“Ain’t for me.”

“She said it was.”

For fuck’s sake,she never told him she used that cover story. Or if she did, he had missed or forgotten it. Unfortunately, he just stepped in some shit. It wasn’t her fault, it was his for coming into Hawg Wild with no warning.

Even so, he needed to be careful with his story since he didn’t want to blow her cover.

Or his.

He needed to come up with a valid story and fast. “It’s actually for my brother. He lives with us and he’s a miserable bastard when his sweet tooth is achin’. Those specialty drinks you all make here helps keep him on an even keel.”

Not bad for a story made on the fly.

Bulldog’s brow dropped low. “Why she say it was for you, then?”

Crew shrugged. “Why do women do anything? My guess is, it was easier that way since it ain’t nobody’s business who it’s for. Ain’t that right? Long as you’re gettin’ the scratch and we’re gettin’ the goods, does it really fuckin’ matter who’s appreciatin’ the product? Or in this case, she’s bustin’ her ass in your bar in exchange for the goods.”

“You’re right. Ain’t nobody’s business... ‘Less you’re a pig.”

“I look like a pig?”

Bulldog’s eyes narrowed on him as he scratched at his beard. “Yeah, you kinda do.”

“Then you need to get your fuckin’ eyes checked. And why the fuck would you ask me to join your merry band of brothers if I smelled like pork?”

“Maybe I was testin’ you.”

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