Page 23 of Hit and Run
“I know, I just worry about her and the baby,” he admits.
“They’re gonna be fine. You know Minx will go Lil Mama on her if she needs it,” I remind him.
“You’re right. I better go get ready too.” With that, he walks away. I turn the TV off and make my way to my room. My wardrobe consists of primarily black, white, and gray shirts, but I do have a green tee just for St. Patrick’s Day. I get cleaned up and head out.
I pull up to the clubhouse and it looks like half the brothers are already here. Bull is opening this party up to hang arounds tonight, so it’ll be interesting. Some of the hang arounds want to be prospects for the club, so tonight will be a good night to scope them out and see who would be a good fit.
“Hey, brother,” Clutch greets me when I walk into the clubhouse. “Ace told me about the circuit. How did you like driving that Audi?”
“It was fucking badass,” I tell him. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
“Yeah, I bet. Those cars are sexy as hell.”
“What cars,” Hollywood asks.
“Audi R8s,” I tell him.
“Yeah, those aren’t bad,” he replies. We’re all standing at the bar talking when Tink walks over.
“Can I get y’all anything,” she asks. Hollywood’s eyes drift down her body and back up, and she’s giving him a challenging look. He nods his head.
“I’ll take a beer,” Clutch says. It causes the two of them to break their stare.
“Make that two,” I add. She turns around to go grab our beer. “You trying to fuck her or have you already fucked her?”
“Neither. Just appreciating what she has,” Hollywood says, and then walks away.
“He’s lying outta his ass,” Clutch says. “He’s had a fucking hard-on for her for weeks now.”
She brings our beers and we make our way to the couches. Rascal takes a hit of a blunt as we sit, and passes it to Clutch.
“I took my bike out on a nice, long ride yesterday,” Rascal says. “Made up for all that time I spent cooped up in that fucking cage.”
“Yet you always volunteer to go on those runs. Why is that?” I give him a sly grin and he glares at me.
“It has shit to do with Marley if that’s what you’re getting at,” he replies.
“If you say so, brother.” As if on cue, Cookie, one of the cut bunnies, walks over to us.
“Can I do anything for you fellas,” she asks.
“Yeah, babe, you can sit right here,” Rascal says to her, pulling her onto his lap. “You and I can have some fun tonight. What do ya say?”
“I’m always up for some fun,” she giggles. I glance at my phone, it’s just after eight. I start wondering if Sienna is coming tonight.
“Has my sister been around here at all this week,” I ask Clutch.
He shakes his head. “Not really. She was here with Rivet yesterday, talking to Tink, but I think that was the only time she was here.”
If she never worked at Cali’s bakery, she never would have become friends with Minx and Rivet and I would probably never see her. I need to talk to her and figure out what the fuck is going on.
To Wren:Are you coming to the clubhouse tonight?
From Wren:No, I’m not.
To Wren:Can we meet up for lunch tomorrow and talk?
From Wren:Sure.
