Page 2 of Defended By Bam
“You still moving product?” I didn’t want her into that shit, but with me gone, she needed money. If I didn’t hook her up with my guys, she would’ve found some on her own. At least I knew mine wouldn’t fuck her over since they knew I’d get out eventually.
She nodded. “Among other things. But don’t worry about that.”
We drank our coffee quietly until our food came, which didn’t take long at all. Plates filled the table and the scent of hot bacon and eggs had my mouth watering. Tish came back over with the carafe and topped us both off before she winked and hustled off.
Allie grinned as she buttered her waffle. “I know what you’ll be doing later.”
Shrugging her off, I got to work. It took me a few minutes to get my waffle buttered with the perfect amount of syrup, my toast jellied, and my hash browns mixed to perfection with a glob of ketchup. Once I finally scooped my messy hash browns and a bite of eggs into my mouth, two years of tension seemed to melt away as the savory flavors burst in my mouth. “Goddamn that’s good.”
I was busy stuffing my face and didn’t notice the door open when I heard a familiar voice. “Well, I’ll be damned. I thought you were up the road?”
Looking up, I couldn’t help but grin. After wiping my face with the paper-thin napkin, I tossed it down and stood up to greet my old buddy, Ryan. He was taller than me, but just barely. He’d cut his brown hair short since the last time I saw him and could use a shave. “Hey man. How the fuck have you been?”
We clasped hands, then patted each other’s backs a few times. I pulled away from him, gripping the leather he wore. Looking down at the patch, I read aloud, “Hammer.” There was a patch that read “President.” I peered around him, looking at the back. “Royal Bastards, huh.” I’d done business with a few clubs in the area before and heard about the Bastards.
“Yeah man. A hookup I made and ran with a few years back was looking to expand. I’m out this way looking for some guys. You just get out?” he asked.
“Shit, yeah. Like an hour ago. You know Allie?” I said as I waved him over to the table. “You getting food?”
Ryan nodded so I slid in next to Allie and waved him into the other side of our booth. “Sit down. Hard to find a seat.”
“Thanks, man. Allie, good to see you,” Ryan said.
Allie nodded, but didn’t say anything. As far as I knew there was nothing ever between them, but I’d have to ask her about that later. It wasn’t like her to be cold and she’d always spoken to him before.
Tish came over in a flash and they ordered coffee and food.
“So, what’s your plans now, fucker?” Ryan asked as Tish handed him his coffee.
I finished swallowing the bite I had then said, “Fuck if I know. Probably same ole shit. Allie’s been keeping my contacts alive while I was away.”
“Well, uh,” Ryan said as he scratched at his scruff. “I gotta say. I’m excited to see ya man. I’m building something up out in the Mobile area. I think we should talk. Where you going after this?”
I sipped my coffee. “Mobile, huh? What’s out there?”
Chapter 1
Bama
“Where the fuck did all these people come from?” I asked as I walked into the clubhouse after a long ride back. I was tired as fuck, but Hammer wanted me to show my face for a while.
The place needed work, but we got lucky with a deal on an old casino that was in a small town on the coast just outside of Mobile. A lot of the older casinos were taken out by Katrina, but the fact that this one withstood the storm was a good sign we wouldn’t be fucked if we were hit by a major hurricane. Because it sat so long after the storm with only minor updates, the area around it was overgrown, making it a perfect place as our home base. It was much smaller than any of the casinos that were frequented now and not near the fanfare for tourists anymore, sothe guy didn’t put up too much of a fight. Jameson, the National President out of NOLA, bailed the previous owner out of some shit, but the guy couldn’t pay up. It was either sign it over, or go for a long boat ride.
It had been just over a year since I moved to Mobile to help get the club up and running with my old buddy, Ryan. Jameson assigned him as the club president out here and he went by Hammer now. We got set up real nice. Hammer had moved around a bit and met some of the RBMC after a run in with some punks, The Bloody Scorpions. They were more like cockroaches: annoying, hard to kill, and multiplied fast. But when you let any bitch off the street with an attitude join you, you’d have numbers. That didn’t mean you were solid.
So far we hadn’t had issues with them here, but it was only a matter of time before they showed up. Hammer and I had a few run-ins with them early on while we were building the ranks in other parts of the country. We’d hit up some other chapters of the Bastards with Jameson, who had a hand in picking the officers for us. There were a few parties at some ally clubs that had unwanted guests of the Scorpions, and we took care of them.
Jameson was impressed with my fighting skills and impulsive nature, so he thought I’d be a perfect Enforcer. Worked for me. I didn’t need to be in charge or next in line for it. But I did like having a purpose. Plus, now we had cops in our pocket. That made business a lot smoother.
I worried a lot about my sister, Allie, though. She wouldn’t move with me. Part of me wondered if it had anything to do with Hammer, but they both insisted there was nothing ever between them. But she certainly got weird as fuck around him and most people didn’t bother her. There was another chapter out in Atlanta and an ally club out in West Georgia we were friendly with, so I had folks to call should she need anything. That gave me a little peace of mind leaving her behind.
But now, I could make sure she was taken care of. She was still slingin’ but she didn’t have to. She was stubborn as a mule.
Looking around at the display of pussy and tits, I was glad she wasn’t there. We had some bunnies that lived on site. Some helped feed us, some kept up the place, and some licked, fucked, and sucked anyone on demand. It was their choice, and they enjoyed it.
Some of them got a little clingy from time to time, but for the most part, they loved having their holes filled by a few of the guys at the same time. I was never one for sharing. Not at the same time, anyway. I wanted all the focus on me if they were fucking me. It wasn’t possessiveness, it was selfishness.
Rogers, our VP, crossed his arms across his barrel chest. “Prospects. Lettin’ ‘em have some fun before we put ‘em to the test.”
