Page 5 of Protective Biker
He wants us to become Oath Keepers.
“Patching over was on the board before,” Angel shares with the table, and we collectively nod, remembering our vote. “We can’t make a decision without Prez. If they book him, once Ispeak to him, I can get in touch with Ares and Viking in OKMC and see if the option is still open to us.”
Blow sighs, crossing his arms. My brother is rarely so serious, but with Prez taken away, he has no choice. He sends a blistering glare at Angel, the two no longer fond of each other since our enforcer took off with Blow’s woman and was going to kill her. “We wait for Prez,” He demands, and everyone’s silent, waiting for them to go at each other’s throats. The room’s tense and uncomfortable. Definitely not the way shit should be with us already split up from our prez and the authorities after our club as a whole.
Whiskey breaks the silence, “We should reach out to brothers we’re on good standing with and find out if any more arrests have been made.”
Richardson leans forward, shaking his head, “No. You don’t want to do that. Don’t contact anyone outside this room or your family. If you do, it’ll link us even more, and it’s the opposite of what we want to happen.”
“Fuck, this sucks,” I comment, sighing.
“Sure does,” Wrench agrees.
Plague, who hasn’t said one word since we left the strip joint, finally asks, “Who’s picking up Prez?”
I’m about to speak when the chapel door flies open. Prez strolls through, brow heavy with his thoughts. He huffs, then plops his ass in his chair. “Brothers. I see we’re in church, thanks for the invite, fuckers.” He glances around, met with smirks and head shakes. Blow’s mouth kicks up into a grin.
“We had to pow-wow, Prez.” Baker says. The stress of everything making him seem a bit older and weary.
“I know, I know, old man. So what did I miss?”
Blow offers, “Richardson says our options are limited. We need to unlink ourselves from the club.”
Ripper’s brows skyrocket as he turns his gaze to Richardson. “That so?”The newest brother at our table nods. “We need a patch over to get us the hell away from the other mc. Preferably with a club that the cops don’t generally hate, like they seem to do with this one.”
“This one has gotten sloppy. Charters have let too much shit slide with certain members. Once they started hurting women, I knew they were going down the wrong path.”
Angel comments, “We’ve already voted for a change. Any updates on where we stand with the Oath Keepers?”
Riper takes in every man around the table. “Is it something you all still want? To patch over to the Oath Keepers MC?”
The room is silent, but no words are needed because we all nod.
Chapter Four
Powerhouse
I’m back at the strip club. I can’t help myself. I need to check on Raven and make sure she’s okay, so I’m using any excuse I have to see her. Christ, I haven’t been able to get her, or her gorgeous body off my mind since shit hit the fan last weekend on my birthday.
“I need to see Raven,” I claim.
Both of the girls smirk, eyeing me like I’m asking for more than they can offer.
“Look, I swear, we had nothing to do with what went down last weekend.” May as well cut to the chase and not beat around the bush. I know how shit looks, and I wouldn’t want to talk to me either after seeing us getting hauled out like we committed armed robbery or something else as serious. Trust me, if we did anything high scale, you’d never know it was us, or all of us, for that matter.
“You expect us to believe they arrested all of you and it was nothing?” Maria asks. “You know I have a kid at home, Powerhouse, I can’t get into any trouble or CPS will take him from me. Others deal with the same shit.”
Roxy interrupts, “Yeah, and I got busted. I had some powder on me.”
“I would never do that to you, Maria. I always have your back,” I reply quickly, and then to Roxy, “How much coke? You’re not in jail, so I’m thinking they gave you a warning.”
“Stole my shit, and I had to go without all night,” She mutters dejectedly.
“Sorry, babe, not my intention. It ever happens again, you hit us up and we’ll take care of you.” My response seems to satisfy her as she finally offers me a smile and snuggles up to my side. She’s not who I want, though, my eyes scan the strip joint for Raven’s long, dark hair, but come up short. I try another approach. “I didn’t get my birthday dance. Raven had just begun when those fucking FEDS tore the place apart.”
“Poor Papi,” Maria coos in my direction and grabs my hand. “Come on Rox, let’s get him settled and tell our girl to finish his birthday present.”
Roxy grabs my other hand, and together they lead me back to the private booths. As I sit, I’m instantly reminded of last weekend when I had Raven’s lithe body in front of mine. When she’d been close enough to finally touch.
