I light the Marlboro and take a nice, long drag.
I’ll quit smoking before the kid is born for sure. I better or Reina will have my balls.
I scowl at the clock on the wall, noting these fucks are five minutes late for church. The door slams open in that moment and the circus comes barreling through.
“What part of ‘church in five minutes’ did you bitches not comprehend?” I growl, blowing out a ring of smoke.
I watch my men take their seats, Blackie sits at my left and next to him is Riggs—the next seat stands empty as we keep it in place for our fallen brother, Bones. Wolf and Pipe park their asses across from my vice president and the self-proclaimed Tiger. The club’s new blood fill the seats at the other end of the table.
Our club has grown, adding Linc, Deuce and Cobra into the mix—thank fuck for that because we need all the men we can get. And let me not forget about Stryker, that poor bastard is doing a bid in Riker’s for a possession charge. He got the shit end of the stick, finally decided to trade in his nomad patch and take a seat at my table, only to get his ass thrown in the can. After Blackie got locked up, I had to send someone inside to keep him safe and deliver my right hand his orders. I’ll make it up to him somehow.
Our brotherhood didn’t stop there though, we’ve recruited some new prospects, and they stood in the back of the room, leaning against the wall.
I’m not getting a bigger fucking table, let those fuckers stand.
“Sorry boss, but I had to take a piss and Pipe wanted to watch, been a while since he found his dick, he needed a reminder of what a real cock looks like,” Wolf explains.
“Fuck you, Wolf,” Pipe replies. “My dick is just fine.”
“If you can find it,” Wolf chuckles.
“I’m going to kill him,” Pipe vows, staring at me. “With or without your consent.”
“Enough ladies, let’s get down to business,” I begin, biting the side of my cheek so I don’t laugh as Wolf holds up his pinky finger, mocking the length of Pipe’s dick.
I glance over at Riggs, watching as he messes with his phone. I grin, tipping my head toward Blackie who leans back and peers at the screen of Riggs’ phone.
“You naughty Kitten just wait until I get home,” Blackie reads from Riggs’ phone out loud, disguising his voice to mock the Tiger.
“Hey, man! That shit is personal,” Riggs snarls. “That’s foul, especially after I kept your shit with Lacey under lock and key.”
“Calm down, Tiger. You know I’ve got nothing but love for you and your kitten,” Blackie teases.
“I bet if I pulled out your phone and did a read-a-long, Jackie boy wouldn’t be laughing,” Riggs fires back, narrowing his eyes in my direction.
“Point for Riggs,” I mutter, not needing a reminder that Blackie’s sleeping with my damn daughter.
Wolf throws his head into his hands and groans before pinning his eyes toward the other end of the table where the nomads stare at us like we are a bunch of assholes.
“Do us all a favor and don’t become pussy whipped like the rest of these assholes,” he begs. “You fuckers are all I have left to keep me from looking for a fourth wife.”
“Shouldn’t the fact you have three exes be enough to stop you from seeking a fourth?” Linc questions grinning at Wolf. “We’ll leave the ball and chains on that side of the table.”
“I wouldn’t mind a ball and chain,” Deuce drawls, flashing his smile full of southern charm.
“Been a while since you found your dick too, huh?” Wolf questions Satan’s cowboy.
“Nothing wrong with the man looking for a good woman to keep him warm at night, especially after coming back from the dark side,” I argue, glancing back at Deuce. “Boy’s looking for his heart—”
“Here we go again,” Riggs mumbles.
“Found yours didn’t you?” I fire back.
“What about you, Cobra? You’re awfully quiet,” Blackie interjects, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms against his chest.
It took a moment but Cobra finally lifted his head acknowledging that Blackie had asked him a question.
“I may have taken a chair at this table but I’m loner at heart,” he replies hoarsely.
I peer down the length of the table at the man covered in ink from his neck down to his toes and stare into his dull eyes.
Demons.
Each one of us sitting here has them. Some of us hide them better than others, then there’s Cobra who wears them on his skin. Each intricate piece of art tells his story, portraying his demons and giving us insight to the man of mystery.
“I’m almost afraid to ask, but fuck, someone has to grab their balls, why are we here, Bulldog?” Wolf asks, forcing me to peel my eyes off Cobra’s arms and the face tattooed on his forearm.