Page 70 of Loving Smoke

“What the fuck, Bolt? You know how pissed off Rosalita gets when she don’t get my cock.”

Bolt jerked his thumb at us. “These guys got a deal for you.”

Diesel shot us the stink-eye. “It better be good, or at least better than me standing here with my dick about to bust.” Diesel cupped his junk and growled.

I stepped forward. “You wanna get outta this shit-hole?”

“Doin’ what?”

“We’re starting up an MC in Tijuana and?—”

“What the fuck is an MC?”

“Motorcycle club—outlaw motorcycle club.”

Diesel’s eyes narrowed. “I like the outlaw part, but what I gotta do, cause I ain’t so good at following rules and shit.”

“We’re starting up a chapter of the Royal Bastards here in Tijuana and?—”

“I heard of them in Cali.”

Bolt flanked me. “Shut the fuck up. He’s tryin’ to give you a way better thing than you got here.”

Diesel turned his eyes on Bolt. “You part of this?”

“Yeah, and it’s a good fuckin’ deal if you just listen to the man.”

“Look, I ain’t gonna sugarcoat it,” I said. “You come on as a prospect.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s whatever I say it is. Like if I tell you to get me a pack of smokes at two a.m., then your ass is out getting me a pack of smokes. If Blood tells you to gas up his bike and wax it, then your ass better be out there with a rag in your hand. Or, if I tell you to clean up the piss and puke in the shitter of our strip club, then you better be in there with a mop. Got it?”

“Did you say, strip club?” Diesel grinned full out which only made him look scarier.

“We own The Tropics on the Boulevard and for now that’s where we’re based, but in the next few weeks we’re adding on rooms for the new members and getting an official room for our weekly meetings. Which we call ‘going to church’ cause if you prospect, then become a full patched member, all your alliance will be to your club and your brothers.”

“And you’ll give me a place to lay my head?” Diesel ran his hand through his shaggy hair. “Cause this place sucks balls. Fuckin’ air-conditioner is usually busted, and the shitter don’t work half the time.”

“For now it’ll be a single room over the club, but after the renovations and if you prove yourself and get a full patch, you’ll get a few rooms of your own. You’ll also do some bouncing at the club on the weekends, but I want to keep you fighting here too. I plan on putting in a regular ring and maybe even some bleachers.”

Diesel scratched at his chest. “Sounds too fuckin’ good to be true.”

Bolt stepped to Diesel. “Since your last residence before this shit-hole was the L.A. County Jail, I’m thinking this is a sweet step up.”

Diesel nailed Bolt with a glare. “You tell him about that?”

“It’s public record asshole, now stop wasting Smoke’s time.” Bolt jerked his head at me. “Give the man an answer. Are you in or are you out?”

“I’m in.” Diesel smirked. “You had me at strip club.”

I shook my head. “You’re gonna fit right in, but about the strippers. No fuckin’ them while their working and if they say no, it’s no. These girls have a good following and I’m not putting up with any bullshit cause you can’t keep your dick in your pants.” I threw Diesel my deadly glare. “Understand?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, and another thing. “You ride?”

“Had a bike back in Cali, but the bitch I was shacked up with sold it when I got locked up.”

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