Page 10 of Disturbed Lucidity

Slash walked up behind the goofball and slapped Puck upside the head. “She’s my sister.”

Puck groaned, rubbing the back of his head. “You ain’t got a sister.”

“I’ve known Ivy since she was fifteen. She’s my sister. Knock it off.”

“Fine,” Puck grumbled while I slid a shot glass his way.

“We can be friends, if you like.”

The goofy man groaned. “Ain’t no fun in that.”

“Ivy”—Slash smiled, placing his hand on goofy’s shoulder—“This is Puck. He’s harmless. The idiot next to him is Pinball. You need anything, anything at all, these two fucknuts are the ones to ask. The grumpy old fuck who just walked by is Frost, the club’s VP. He’s decent unless you lie to him. Then it’s game over. The man next to him is Saint, the club’s Lt. That moody fucker glaring at you is Indigo. Ignore him. He hates everyone.”

Slash looked around just as the man I met yesterday walked over.

“You remember me, right?”

I nodded. “The only one in this place with logic.”

The man grinned from ear to ear.

The front doors opened again and in walked the spitting image of Jeffery Dean Morgan.

Holy mother of God.

He was fucking exquisite.

Standing over six and a half feet tall, the man exuded danger. His dark hair shaved on both sides, expertly displayed a black wing that looked to wrap around the back of his head, as a bird’s claw gripped his shoulder. The man said nothing when he walked by the bar, ignoring everyone while two other men followed close behind him.

Every alarm bell in my head blared, warning me to stay the fuck away, but something about his dark aura felt oddly comforting. Almost like we’d met before. It was strange because I had never seen the man before in my life. I would remember someone like him. Maybe it was the darkness that surrounded him I was familiar with.

“Who the fuck was that?” I asked as he disappeared down the hallway.

“That was Lucifer Hawk. Luc for short, and the President of the club. The two men behind him are Agony and Trash. Don’t fuck with either of them. Ever. In fact, forget they exist,” Mouth spoke when no one else did before turning to the brothers at the bar. “So, how’d the visit go?”

“About as well as expected,” Slash groaned, sliding onto a stool.

Mouth frowned. “Let me guess. Fucker still ain’t speaking?”

“Nope,” Pinball stated, taking a chug of the beer I placed before him. “Just stood there and glared the whole time.”

Logic chuckled. “What did you expect, a witty repartee? Kid barely speaks to anyone.”

“Thank God Sunny and Soleil were there. Thought for sure Bossman was going to blow a fuse,” Puck added.

“Reaper sitting in the chair yet?”

“Fuck no,” Slash growled. “Bullseye is losing his shit. With Savage back in Tennessee, brother can’t do anything, ‘cause he’s only acting Prez.”

“Well, according to my math, Reaper only has four more months before he either takes the chair back or forces the club to vote on a new Prez.”

Logic spoke. “Asshole won’t give up the chair. He’s just gonna milk it till the last minute. He’s enjoying watching Bullseye squirm.”

Mouth chuckled at that.

I had no idea who or what the hell they were talking about, nor did I care. And while I found their conversation somewhat interesting, I was here to do a job and get on with my life.

That was it.

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