Page 18 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Thirteen
Raze
After Minx leavesto go talk to Prez, I make my way to my room. I take a quick shower and lay down to try to get some rest. Only, sleep never comes. I lay there with nothing but my thoughts and they keep going back to the same thing. Minx.
I haven’t thought about a chick this much since before I joined Savage Menaces. Not wanting to think about any of that bullshit, I decide to go for a ride. I get out to the main room and it looks like most everyone disappeared. Lolita is behind the bar, stocking up for the party tonight. Tech and Buzz are playing a game of pool. No one else is in here.
“If you’re looking for Minx, she’s up at the house getting some rest,” Lolita says with a knowing smirk. I wasn’t looking for her exactly, but I’m glad she’s getting some rest. I grunt in response to Lolita and walk outside. Rascal and Sketch are out here watching a prospect, whose name I can’t remember, wash their bikes.
“Hey, brother! What’s up?” Sketch asks. I move over to the picnic table they’re sitting at. I sit on the table with my feet on the bench.
“I was giving some thought to going for a ride to clear my head,” I tell them. Now I’m thinking maybe I should have this prospect wash my bike with the rest.
“If you do, make sure someone goes with you. Wouldn’t want those Iron Lords fucks to catch you alone,” Rascal says to me and I nod in agreement.
The club has been dealing with the Iron Lords for about five years now. They wanted to be allies in the beginning, but they’re slimy fucks who tried to move in on our territory. The rivalry grew even more when Hawk was killed.
“Where is everyone?” I ask them both, curious where everyone ran off to.
“Kicks and Gunner went with Rivet and Tink to get some clothes for themselves and Minx and Lo. Prez wants the four of them on lockdown. They can stay in the clubhouse or at the house, but no leaving the compound without one of us,” Rascal tells me. “Thor, Trigger, and Ratchet are meeting with them in case they run into trouble.”
“Minx is at the house napping and Hollywood is there keeping an eye on things. Everyone else is just scattered around doing who knows what,” Sketch says.
“Or who,” I laugh. Lolita walks out of the clubhouse carrying three beers.
“I figured y’all could use some refreshments,” she says as she walks over to us. We each take a beer and thank her. She winks and heads back inside. Lolita is a beautiful woman, but she’s got nothing on Minx. Her face comes into my mind. Her stormy grey eyes, the freckles that pepper her cheeks…
“Not riding now, are ya?” Sketch chuckles, breaking me out of my thoughts. I silently thank him for that.
“Nah, I guess not,” I respond, then yell “Hey, prospect! Add my bike to the line-up. I want her nice and shiny.”
Rascal and Sketch laugh. We’re drinking our beers and bullshitting when we hear the roar of a group of bikes. Looking to the gate, I see Kicks and Gunner come in first with Rivet and Tink following in Riv’s car. Kicks and Gunner park their bikes by the clubhouse while Rivet and Tink park by the house.
Kicks walks over to the house and goes inside. A few minutes pass and Hollywood walks out. If he weren’t wearing his cut, you would never believe he was part of an MC. He’s a fucking pretty boy, but don’t let those looks fool ya. He’s more fucked in the head than any of us. He comes over to sit with us
“What’s going on at the house?” Sketch asks Hollywood.
“Just Kicks and Tink making shit awkward. Those two need to fuck and get rid of the damn tension between them,” Hollywood responds and we all laugh. Ain’t that the fucking truth. They’ve been running around each other for a while now. You could cut the sexual tension with a fucking knife. We’re talking and cracking jokes so much that I don’t even realize what time it is when the gate opens again.
“That car looks familiar,” Sketch says. He’s right, it does.
“That’s those fuckers that were with Minx last night,” Rascal says, irritation clear in his voice. They park by the house. He goes to get up and I stop him.
“Hold up. I’ll go see what they’re here for,” I tell him. I get up and walk toward Buster’s car. I’m not sure what Rascal’s deal is with these guys, but they aren’t all that bad. As long as they aren’t messing with Minx, I’m cool.
“Hey, man!” Buster greets me as I get close to them.
“How’s it going?” I ask him, giving him a questioning look.
“Minx invited us to the party and to meet her Pops,” Shade speaks up and I nod. Kicks comes to the front door. His body language is defensive before he sees who’s out here.
“Minx told me y’all were coming. Come on in. I think they are just finishing up dinner,” Kicks says to them. Shade looks to me before following Diesel and Clutch inside. Buster is still standing next to me, like he was waiting to talk.
“I saw the way you were watching Minx last night. Man to man, I just wanted to make it clear, her and Rivet have been like sisters to us since we met them. I know she has her brothers and Pops here, but that won’t stop us from looking out for her too. When you decide to claim her, don’t fucking hurt her,” Buster warns me.
“I don’t plan on it,” I say. He nods and heads inside. He’s got some balls talking to me like that, but I respect him looking out for her. With that, I make my way back to the clubhouse.
“Well? What the fuck are they here for?” Rascal questions.
