Page 54 of Fang
Fuck.
Just thinking about her makes my heart race. I missed the hell out of her. I’ve gotten so used to seeing her every day that it felt weird not to. I had to stop myself every time we stopped from messaging her to check in and make sure she was okay.
While I didn’t message her, Happy did report back. Without me having to ask, even. He just told me about how her dances went and how people left her alone. While it did ease my mind, it didn’t change the fact that all I want to do right now is head straight to the club instead of going to the clubhouse.
I’ll get my eyes and hands on her later. Business first.
We slow down and roll up to the gate that surrounds the property. Prospect Three hits the button, and we wait for it to open. Once it does, we all drive up to the clubhouse. As I shut my bike off, Savage comes outside. He comes to a stop next to me as I get off my bike.
“How was it?” he asks.
“Good.”
“Any issues?”
“No. There were two moments that I thought we might, but they never panned out.”
“What were they?” he asks as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“We went through one of those fuckin’ DUI checkpoints. They weren’t pulling people over or anything. They were just looking for erratic drivers, but you never know.”
He nods, knowingly. “Yeah, those can be a pain in the ass. What was the other time?”
“Somewhere in Louisiana, a cop followed us for about thirty miles before he got off on an exit.”
“Well, it is the end of the month. I guess they were just trying to hit their totals. The transfer go smooth?”
The transfer he’s referring to is drugs. While the club has a strict policy about not using them, we have no issues moving them for the Medina Cartel. It brings in way too much money for us to say no.
“Yeah, Saint’s want to get together again and do a charity run.”
“I’ll call their pres and see what they have in mind.” He sighs.
“How are things around here?”
“Chaotic. The patch party is tonight. You know how it is.”
Shit, how the hell did I forget about that? I look around and realize that there are more cars here than normal.
Well, fuck me. I guess I won’t be seeing my little dancer tonight.
“Need help?” I ask reluctantly.
“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. Bails has a whole goddamn list going. I fuckin’ love her, but she takes this shit way too seriously.”
“Hey, happy wife, happy life,” I tease, making him laugh.
“No shit. Truer words have never been spoken, brother.”
Someone yells his name, making him sigh. He reaches out and slaps my shoulder.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” he says before walking off.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I wait for him to walk away before I pull it out. When I see a text from Happy, mixed emotions run through me. Is this going to be an update that everything is fine, or did something happen while I was gone?
Swiping, I open the text, and when I read it, a smile crosses my face.
Happy: Your girl said you approved a new routine for tonight and performed it. Pretty sure she lied, but it fucking rocked. Well, the money on the stage said it did.
