“So, you’ll never guess what the new prospect is called.”
Given the way these men’s minds work, I can imagine.
Not everyone has a road name in the Club. For example, Jem’s name is a variation of his given name, Jeremy, and Logan is just Logan or sometimes Lo.
Then you have men like Tap, Prophet and Weed.
Members don’t name themselves; the Club does.
“What have they saddled him with?” I ask, genuinely curious.
She lifts both hands to her head. Then brings her index and forefinger on either hand together. These two fingers she flips up and down twice.
My brow arches.
“Rabbit? His name is Rabbit?” She nods and I frown at her. “Because he… breeds like one?”
Mackenzie laughs silently, her breath huffing out, and shakes her head. “Because of his teeth, dummy.”
“Oh.” I glance at her. “They’re big?”
She nods, bringing two fingers to her mouth, spreading them slightly like a claw and making a funny face to show her own teeth. Like a bucktooth rabbit.
I can’t help it; she looks ridiculous, so I burst into hysterical laughter.