Page 31 of Defended By Bam
Hammer sat at the head of the table. Butterbean, Froggy, and Rogers came in with me. Fox, our Secretary, Dega, our Tail Gunner, and Bruno, our Treasurer, weren’t far behind.
“Bama and Butterbean had a little bit of a nuisance on their last run. I did some digging and discovered the Bloody Scorpions have been camping out near Pensacola.”
Rogers asked, “Think those thugs are moving in closer? New chapter?” They weren’t a club like us. Sure, they had bikes and wore their colors, but they had no code. No honor. Just a bunch of reckless, opportunistic fuckers.
Hammer answered, “That’s unclear. But we think we know where these fuckers are set up. Our prospects will go in and confirm…tonight.”
Fucking Scorpions. “I knew something was off with Benny. What’s the plan then?”
“We ride out, take Skeeter and Runt. If it’s not packed or empty, scope it out.”
“And if it is packed?” Froggy asked.
Hammer leaned back, wiping his hand down his face. “Then we know they’re moving in. We don’t need to make a scene without giving Jameson a heads up. But we need to find out if they’re just dicking around and being little shits or if we need to let him know something.”
“Doesn’t sound like much of a test,” Butterbean said.
“If we don’t move inside, we’ll think of something for them to prove their loyalty,” Hammer said. “Let’s go, brothers.”
The last thing we needed was those assholes nearby. Hopefully it’s just a few of them, but if not, we’d handle them one way or the other.
Chapter 16
Brooklyn
Ollie was good company but he didn’t hang out too long. He ate, chatted with Sadie a bit, then said he wanted to get back to work. I guess it was his job to keep an eye on us.
Sadie was watching TV when I heard someone pulling up. I peeked through the blinds, and a car was pulling in. When I saw Glenda hop out with a bag of food and a six pack, I smiled and went to open the door.
“Thought you could use some company,” she said as she walked up the steps.
“It’s good to see you.” That was true. It was a little awkward that she and Bama had something, which was nothing according to him, but for some reason I gravitated toward her warmth.
“Hey, sweetie. I don’t know if you remember me, but we met briefly the other night,” Glenda said as she stepped inside and saw Sadie.
Sadie scrunched her face. “I thought I was dreaming but I remember your face.”
Glenda giggled. “Nope. That was me. I’m Glenda.”
“I’m Sadie,” she said with a smile. “You have dimples like me and Mommy.”
“I do. You know what else I got?” She shook the bag. “Chickie nuggies!”
Sadie practically vibrated in her seat, so I said, “At the table, go wash your hands first.”
“Yay!” she squealed before flying off the couch and into the kitchen.
“I swear every time I turn around there’s food,” I joked as I followed her to the table.
“Here,” she said, holding the beer out to me after she took one. “Want to stick those in the fridge and grab yourself one?”
“Thanks.” I took the handle and carried them to the fridge, pulling one out for me. She was helping Sadie with the food when I walked back over. “You didn’t have to do all this. I’m just glad to have some company.”
We both twisted the caps off our bottles then she held hers up. “Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?”
I clinked my bottle to hers, then took a sip. “Fast friends.”
“I like to go fast,” she said before taking a sip. “You hungry? I got lots of nuggets and fries.”
