Page 22 of Flirt

“Who wants to make a bet. I say he not only makes Mac an ol’ lady. I got a hundred says he’ll take it all the way and be married by Christmas,” I said and chuckled when Coast flipped me off. Which only moved the early ribbing of Devil toward him.

“I’ll take that bet. But I say he won’t wait around like some have, and he’ll have a ball and chain before Christmas,” Jag said.

“Hey, Sami is the one who won’t set up a time. I’ve got a ring on her finger. That counts,” Speed said and glared at Jag.

“Carly’s got my ring on her finger, too. She’s my ol’ lady, and that has just as much if not more meaning than a piece of paper,” Crusher argued.

I leaned back in my chair and smiled, ready to enjoy the show because when it came to my brothers, they were relentless as dogs with a bone.

“Bailey wants to wait until the baby is born,” Devil said.

“Fuck all of you. I’m going to take it slow with Mac. I don’t want to push too hard and have to chase her down again,” Coast said, which only set off another round of laughter.

“Yeah, I definitely want in on the bet. Coast being patient—that would be a first,” Devil added, and I made a fist and stretched my arm across the table. Devil did the same and we bumped fists.

“Put me down for a hundred for before Halloween,” Jag said.

“Me, too. Make mine before Thanksgiving. I’ll give him a little time,” Crusher said.

“Oh, shit. You have to marry her on Thanksgiving,” Devil said and laughed. I lifted a brow and looked at Devil, then at Coast, who was frowning. At least I wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand.

“What the hell does Thanksgiving have to do with getting married?” Coast asked, and I almost groaned with the look Devil gave him. The look that screamed something inappropriate was more likely going to come out of his mouth.

“Oh, come on, work with me. It would be cool as hell to have you get married before we have the club’s big Thanksgiving dinner. You already have the part of the Indian covered, and Mac only needs a Pilgrim dress.”

I ran my hand down my face and shook my head. Though I held off on groaning, the others didn’t.

“Something is seriously wrong with you, Dev,” Speed said.

“You’re such a dumbass,” Coast said as he sat down beside Devil and shoved him.

Devil righted himself in his chair. “You know it was a joke, right? ‘Cause I love you, brother.”

“Of course, I know it was a joke. You still got your hair, don’t you?” Coast asked and chuckled while the others and I laughed.

“Hey. Why are you laughing at his scalping joke, and you didn’t laugh at mine?” Devil asked disgruntledly and looked around the table at the rest of us.

“‘Cause we weren’t laughing at his joke. We were laughing at the picture of you without your hair,” I answered since I was the first to get myself under control.

“No one touches the hair. Well, except Bailey when she grabs hold of it while I’m eat—”

“Stop!” Speed yelled and cut our brother off. “Have you been hanging around Roscoe?”

“No more than usual. Why?” Devil asked.

“Never mind. You have issues, brother,” Speed said and shook his head again.

Devil shrugged and replied, “Like you just figured that shit out.” Which had us all laughing again. At this rate, we weren’t going to get anything done.

Finally, Crusher called the meeting to order, and we started going over business. The only business I didn’t have information on was the construction business Ghost and Dare ran. Ghost would stop by and give us an update on how it was doing. This meeting was for us, the leadership, to put together everything discussed when we held the next full member Church.

The club had grown since we took over, which wasn’t a reflection on our dads’ reign. We had added more businesses and brought on more prospects to help with the small jobs no one had the time to deal with.

“Whenever you’re ready, Flirt,” Crusher said.

“Well, overall, the club is doing excellent. We are going to exceed our profit margin goal we set on the bike shop. Roscoe has the pawnshop running smooth, and it should hit an all-time high this year. Hell, we are sustaining our income even with Soft Tails’ stripping side closed right now. The bar side business has picked up since we separated it from the strip side. The people in town love the food, and the place is staying busy. When the strip side opens back up, profits should skyrocket, covering the cost of the renovations. If my calculations are right, the club should have a ten percent profit increase across the board,” I finished.

“Tank’s done great managing Soft Tails. Between Luna helping him line up new talent and Sami teaching the books. Depending on how the showcase strippers go, we might have to hire an assistant for him. He can’t spend all his time in the office,” Jag said. I nodded in agreement. Tank was too valuable to be hidden away in an office under mounds of paperwork.

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