Page 31 of Falcon

Some of the bunnies were already topless, taking body shots off each other. Squatch was getting a blow job in the corner and some of the bunnies were dancing around, taking their clothes off.

When she leaned in closer, I was shocked at what she asked. “Wait, why are there guys in different cuts here?”

I put my arm over her shoulder and nudged her to walk with me. Leaning down so she could hear me over the music I told her, “We have some alliances with other clubs and those guys,” I said as I pointed to a table in a different corner, “are nomads. Part of DE but not any chapter.”

“Oh, I thought this was like a member’s only thing here.”

I kept walking us toward a table where I spotted Eagle, Lacy, Hawk, and Butch. “We welcome friends. It’s not a golf club.”

She smirked and sat when I pulled up a chair for her. Lacy squealed and hugged her neck. I was feeling pretty good about the day but that was shot to shit when a bottle was slammed down in front of me.

Looking over my shoulder, I ground my teeth and grabbed Sugar’s wrist before she stomped off. “Hey, calm the fuck down. And if you bring me a beer, you bring her one, too?”

Sugar yanked her wrist away and Daisy turned to look. “What’s her deal?”

Eagle laughed. “She’s just that way. Don’t worry, they were never a thing.”

She turned back. “Oh, I’m not worried about that. Just wondering if I need to watch my back.”

Jeannie walked over with another beer. “Hey, I’m Jeannie. Don’t worry about her. She has a stick in her ass all the time.”

Daisy smiled at Jeannie and grabbed a chair, dragging it over. “Have a seat. I like you.”

The rest of the night was fun; Daisy and Lacy fit in great. The bunnies were cool, except for Sugar, and the guys were all respectful. They knew when they saw me with my arm around her, she was with me, at least for the night. They’d ask before they tried anything.

“Hey, man,” a deep voice said from behind me.

Hawk held his bottle up. “Hey, Jackal. Thanks for swinging by.”

Jackal was a nomad, but he’d been coming around for years. He was closer to Raven’s age and was someone you’d be lucky to have at your side in a fight. His dark hair was always slicked back into a ponytail, and arms were like a wrestler’s. He was getting a little silver in his beard, but he was holding up well for his age.

I stood up and shook his hand. “How the fuck have you been?”

“I was good ‘til I heard. Fucked up about your pops, Hawk.”

Hawk tipped his head. “I appreciate it. You coming this weekend?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. If there’s anything I can do, let me know. I’ll be in the area at least a few weeks.”

Hawk stood up and Eagle followed. He grabbed Jackal’s shoulder. “Why don’t you join us in the back? I’m glad you came.”

I leaned down into Daisy’s ear. “I’ll be right back. You good?”

She was definitely buzzed and seemed to be having a good time. “I’m great. I’ll be fine.”

A prospect was at the bar, so I stopped. “Hey, if any man tries to touch her, break his arm then come get me.”

“You bet.”

“And you make sure he doesn’t get killed,” I said to a newer member that just was patched in a few months back.

He smacked the prospect on the back and held his beer up. “We gotcha, boss.”

I followed Rooster into the room where we all took a seat. Hawk was already talking to Jackal about what happened. “We’ve been all over town but are coming up dry.”

Jackal’s tattooed neck seemed to throb. “That’s fucked. I can keep an eye out, ask around. Was there anything going on recently? I thought it was quiet ‘round here.”

Hawk let out a defeated sigh. “Unless pops wasn’t telling me something, nothing was up. No rival clubs, no partnerships that went sour, nothing.”

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