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Six hours of being on the road isn’t long enough when the weather is nice and there’s not a cloud in sight.

We pull into the Devil’s Riot MC Franklin charter to find several cars parked off to the side where Cannon leads us to also park. One car I notice right off. It’s hot as fuck. Right off, I knew a chick drove it. It’s the flip flop decal on the back windshield that gives it away.

My brothers and I move from our bikes as a whole and head for the doors to the clubhouse when the doors are thrown open and three giggling women rush out with water guns in hand, shirts and hair wet. Chasing after them are several men wearing cuts who are also aiming water guns.

“Swear to fuckin’ almighty Kayla, y’all are gonna get it,” one of the men shouts.

“Yeah, right, big brother, you have to catch us first,” the blonde shouts back. I’m only guessing she’s Kayla.

“What the fuck did I tell y’all about this stupid shit?” another man calls loudly. This one is older and looks like Kayla’s brother.

“Daddy, it’s spring break, we’re all home and we’re . . .”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ well know it, darlin’,” the older man says and looks in our directions. “Excuse them. The girls are home from school, and they think it’s funny to fuck with all of us.”

“Uncle Horse, you know you get a kick out of it,” one of the other girls says, this one with brownish blonde hair. Beautiful like Kayla.

But it’s the girl with the dark hair that catches my attention. She’s got one hell of a smile on her.

“Better them fucking around here than the beach,” Cannon chuckles while pointing this out.

“Yeah, it’s the only reason they get away with the shit they do. Them being here, keeps them from getting in trouble. It’s bad enough these three are away at school most of the time,” Horse remarks, stepping forward. “Good you were able to make it, Cannon. Twister’s inside,” he states nodding toward the doors. “Let’s head in. Rooms are ready. Y’all get settled. The grills are already going. Food will be ready shortly.”

Cannon nods and follows after Horse into the clubhouse. The rest of us follow behind both of them but I take one last look at the quiet girl as one of the guys throws an arm around her shoulders as well as Kayla’s. I don’t know why, but the sight of her in another man’s arms doesn’t sit well with me.

If I told someone that shit, they’d call me a fool for even thinking it. Ironic that my brothers call me Fool. I’d been Fool even before I joined the club. I earned the name while in the SEALs and the name stuck.

In the clubhouse, I had to admit it was the shit. Spacious for sure. Looked like the wood inside was hand carved.

“JC, Lo, show the guys their rooms,” Horse orders.

“You got it, VP,” Lo, the man who’d had an arm around the two girls’ shoulders, says. Though I caught the slightest stutter in his voice. It wasn’t bad, I wouldn’t have caught it if I didn’t know what I was listening for. One of my buddies had a stutter.

“Come on, this way,” JC announces and explains and heads for a hallway to the right. “We’ve expanded on the clubhouse in the past couple of years. Made room for when we have guests. Each room has its own bathroom. Keeps the issue of running into naked bitches down. Mom got sick of seeing as she puts it ‘skanky twats’.”

Several of my brothers chuckle, others outright laugh.

“Just pick a room in this hall and be warned,” Lo states with a sigh. “The girls are here, who the hell knows what they’ll try to get up to, but it’s April first. We all know what the hell that means around here. So good fuckin’ luck.”

“What are we talking about here?” Hornet asks, sounding amused.

“With them, anything goes. Anyone is a target,” JC grunts, as he shakes his head. “Make sure to lock your doors at night, they’ve no problem walking in and shaving an eyebrow.”

“Or gluing your junk to a pillow,” Lo adds.

Laughter can be heard from each of my brothers as we all head for doors. I pick one next to Hazzard. I don’t know why, but I figured it was best.

I barely twist the doorknob and push the door open when I find out exactly what JC and Lo mean. I do this, because the moment the door opens, I’m hit with shaving cream coming from the side and top of the door.

“What the fuck?” I snarl, stepping back and looking down. The shaving cream was mixed with different colors and fucking glitter.

Glitter for fuck’s sake.

Chapter Three

April

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