Page 9 of Romeo
“I don’t know. I liked the kickboxing fights, but I need to train longer and more often. I don’t have the time to train. I rather prospect.”
“Right, that makes sense. What about Cherry?”
“What about Cherry?”
“Son, I’m your Dad, so don’t play dumb. You’re avoiding her,” Dad says, raising his brow.
“Yeah, I don’t want Mama Bear to get pissed at me.”
“Why would she?”
“Mama Bear asked me to take care of Cherry.”
“Yeah, so what’s the problem,” Dad asks, gathering his brows.
“She’s MC royalty.”
“Yeah, and you’re going to be the Satan Warrior. So, what’s the real problem?”
“We’re young, she’s young. I want to wait and see if she really loves me.”
“That girl loves you, Son.”
“I don’t know, maybe she did, but I’ve been ignoring her, pushing her away. She might hate me now.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Yeah, but I’m afraid to fuck up with her.”
“Son, get your head on straight and don’t fuck up with her. Make her your Old Lady, or don’t touch her.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m staying away because I’m not ready. I want to patch in, get a job.”
“Sounds good. Now, let’s get some grub because I have a run to do tonight.”
“Hell yes, I’m starving.”
We walk out of our room, down the hall, into the main clubhouse.
"Killer, where are you going," Brute yells, holding the pool stick.
"Getting some grub with Romeo, talk later," Dad yells.
The club whores are dancing for the Brothers playing pool. We walk down the hallway and out of the clubhouse. It's the middle of the week, so the clubhouse is not packed with hangarounds. We get on our bikes, pull on our helmets, and turn them on. The bikes roar to life, making my heart pound. I love the powerful feel of the bike and the vibration as it roars. We ride down the driveway and onto the road to our favorite Mexican restaurant, Rico Taco. Yeah, I love their tacos.
"Hell yes, these are so good," I say, taking the last bite.
"Damn straight," Dad hums, grabbing the beer.
Dad's cell beeps, and he pulls it out, swiping his finger over the screen. He looks at the text.
"Son, I have a run."
"Right. I'm done. Where to?"
"Fiery Strip Club."
We push off the chairs and walk out of the restaurant to our bikes. We gear up, turn the bikes on, and pull out of the parking lot. We ride down the roads and pull into the Fiery Strip Club, a square building in the industrial area. We turn off the bikes, take off our helmets, and slide off. We walk to the back of the strip club, entering through the back door. Dad stops at the black office door. He opens it, and we walk inside.
