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While Hammer was doing business, we were keeping our eyes peeled for nosy mother fuckers and we’d all been told to listen out for any word on the Bloody Scorpions. They showed up at the rally last fall and in the spring. As far as we knew they didn’t start any shit, but most clubs didn’t give them the time of day.
We made our rounds, said hello to some old friends, and grabbed some beers while we checked out a burn-out competition. Soon, the sun was going down but it hadn’t gotten completely dark out yet. The music seemed to get louder, and the real partying was just beginning.
“Hey, motherfucker!” someone yelled behind us.
We all turned to see who it was and I stood up, meeting the tall man halfway. His dark hair was pulled into a ponytail.
“What’s happening, Jackal?” Jackal was a buddy in a club closer to where I used to live in Georgia. He was a bit older than me and recently became an enforcer with DEMC. I’d stopped by their clubhouse a couple of months before Linny blew in. I recognized the woman he was with but she was wearing a cut this time, and probably meant she had a property patch, so I didn’t bring up our last interaction. “Good to see ya. Is Hawk here?” Hawk was the president of Jackal’s club.
He shook his head. “Naw. Still dealing with some shit. But a few of us came down. Just for a couple of nights.”
“I remember you,” the brown-skinned woman said, holding her finger up. “I think you hit on me.”
“Lil Bird,” Jackal said, giving her a stern look. “Bygones, man. She’s claimed now, though.” He turned her around and pulled her dark hair off her back to reveal her property patch.
“Congrats. I just claimed my Ol' Lady, too. Where y’all staying?”
Lil Bird, as her name patch read and Jackal called her, said, “Some house down the beach. It’s pretty nice, though.”
“Lil Bird,” Jackal said again, more softly than before. “She’s having a really good time.” He mocked drinking.
“I can’t wait for the wet t-shirt contest,” she said as she looked around at the people passing by.
Jackal rolled his eyes. “Anyway, yeah, just up that way. Eagle got hitched and his Ol' Lady wanted to come down thenshefound out,” he said pointing to Lil Bird, “So here I am. But supposed to leave Saturday. Got a run coming up to prep for.”
After a few more minutes of small talk, I said, “I’m sure we’ll see you around. You don’t have too much fun now,” I told his Ol' Lady.
She cocked a brow and said, “I’ll do what I want. And it’s Dr. Raja. You missed out.” She waved her finger through the air.
Jackal grabbed her and gently led her in the opposite direction, leaning to say something in her ear. She was a handful.
After wandering around a while, not picking up on any good info about anything, I caught up with Hammer over by some trailers. “We about done?”
Hammer was feeling good. He had a beer in one hand, and a patch chaser in the other. “Hey Bama. I’m good man, but you can go on.”
Two blonde women in cut-off shorts and tube-tops came up to me, one on the right, one on the left. “Hey, baby. Where you going?” They immediately got grabby.
Shrugging them off, I said, “Back to my Ol' Lady.” They both huffed and turned, flipping their hair as they walked off. “You sure you’re good?” I asked. Hammer wasn’t wobbling yet, but he was probably one drink away.
Rogers came over. “He’s good. I’ll be here.” His eyes, dark as fuck with blown out pupils, followed a woman in a bikini and combat boots. She stopped, smiled at him, then stuck her hand down her bikini, playing with herself as she stared him down. “Don’t worry about us. Go on home to the ball and chain.” He slapped my shoulder and went to grab the woman who started without him.
Rogers didn’t often partake in that kind of fun, but I knew they brought some X with them, so he must have been feeling really good. I had my time with drugs, but found it best not to test much of the product. The club mostly ran guns, but we did a little dealing on the side from time to time. And I kept my contacts open for Allie.
Several more women practically tackled me on my way to my Harley. I probably was meaner than I had to be, but I was tired, hungry, and ready to bury my face into my Ol' Lady’s pussy.
Ol' Lady.She’s my Ol' Lady. And none of these patch chasers and wannabe bunnies held a candle to her.
Chapter 30
Brooklyn
Being at the beach all day wore me out. We had come in and showered, ordered some food to be delivered, then chilled in the living room watching chick flicks until Sofie fell asleep.
When I carried her to the room, Glenda told me she was sleepy too and would see me the next day. I decided I’d go lay down and watch TV until I passed out. Being in the sun all day and having a few beers took it out of me.
I dozed off, but a familiar crisp scent mixed with smoke, rubber, and fuel tickled my nose just before fingers brushed my cheek and neck.
“Hey, what time is it?” I asked, rolling over onto my back.
