Page 17 of Saving Chains

“Talk of the devil.” I joke, “What’s up, dickhead.”

“Pres wants you back here,”

“What for?”

“I dunno man, just get your fucking ass back.”

I sigh, “What about Mac?”

“Never mind Mac. Pres wants to see you. I assume it’s to see what the parole officer said, you know the guy that’s gonna keep you out of trouble.”

“Ugh, that dick, he can go fuck himself.”

“Hurry up.”

I click off the call and slide it back into my pocket. “Change of plan, I gotta go see Pres. You stay here and watch him.”

Frisco chuckles. I may not know him well, but I can see us getting along. They don’t call him Frisco for nothing. He comes from San Francisco. His bright blue eyes stand out from his brown hair and a light stubble covers his chin. I’d hate for him to get that handsome face messed up. I smack him lightly on the back and as I say bye to Luna, she lifts her head and gives me a small smile. Yeah, I’ll have her eating out of my hand soon. I leave my empty bottle on the bar and leave.

If Pres has dragged me away from here for fucking nothing, I’ll be letting him know that I’m not fucking happy about it.

Parking up my Harley in the compound, I kick the stand down, and head for the entrance of the clubhouse. A prospect is working behind the bar, putting the deliveries away, but I can’t see anyone else. I make my to Pres’ room and through the window I see Reaper with him. I walk in and stand just inside the door. “Pres?” He nods to a chair at the table. “I don’t want a seat.” I shrug. Yeah, I’m obstinate but I don’t care.

“Sit down, Chains.” Pres commands in a firm tone. I heave out a sigh and sit in the closest chair and lean back. “How did you get on today?”

“Amazing. The parole officer is so good. He promised that if I stay out of trouble, I’ll get an around the world trip. How about that?” I smirk.

“Don’t be an asshole, Chains. I need you back working.”

My eyes roll. “Okay,” I sigh, “He pretty much told me to do nothing, like fucking anything, because if I get caught, my ass is going right back to fucking jail. And because of the company I keep, I won’t get a third chance. When I asked about the so called third chance I was being given, his reply was to remind me that I’d already got a shortened sentence and then got granted parole.” My head shakes as the patronizing fucker explained. “So apart from staying here in the clubhouse, I may as well rip the fucking patch off my arm that says sergeant and fuck it all.”

Pres gets out of his chair and takes one next to me. “Look Chains, I know we butt heads where my daughter is concerned but I respect you as a person, and as a brother in this club, now unless there's a damn good reason for you to rip off that patch then it’s not gonna happen, son. We’ll work it out. Just be careful and you make sure you don’t get caught doing anything.”

I nod. If I didn’t respect Pres, I would have left the club years ago. But he was there for me when I literally had no one in my life. You don’t forget that in a hurry. “Can I go now?”

“Yeah.” Not wanting to be in here any fucking longer, I push up out of the chair and turn for the door. Reaper nods at me, but as I grasp the handle Pres stops me again. “Oh and Chains,” I turn to look over my shoulder, “Where Luna’s concerned, I’d have given any fucker a hard time.”

I don’t respond, instead I head out the door into the clubhouse and prop up the bar to wait for Reaper to come out. He appears a few minutes later and comes over. “What do you know about Mac?” I ask abruptly.

“Not much really, except he turned up here just after you were sent to prison, rode into the yard one day and never left. Why?”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Is this because of Luna?”

“No, it’s not because of fucking Luna. I just don’t trust him. I have a feeling, man. He’s up to something, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Reaper sighs and his hands fall to his hips. “You know I’m not a bad judge of character…and did you know he fucked her?”

He nods reluctantly then adds. “I got it out of Mac, he was bragging one day about some chick, and when he gave a small description to the others, I knew it was her. Luna didn’t tell me, if you think I’ve betrayed you in some way, Chains.”

“She told me that.”

“You’ve spoken to her about it?” Reaper asks, shocked.

“Yeah. I can be diplomatic sometimes. Look,” I sigh long and hard, “I can’t do fuck all about that right now. But I will find out what it is that’s bugging me.” I tap the bar and back away, “Mark my words.”

“Fuck. Where are you going now?” He shouts out.

“I have shit to do.” I turn and head for the door, “like being a good little boy.” I shove open the door and waltz through it before climbing onto my bike and speed away, tossing the gravel up behind me.

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