Page 16 of Nitro

I took one, while Spike, who claimed he was nervous, had chosen to stand, irritating me with his incessant tapping.

"He's making us wait," Spike complained.

I highly doubted that. As the lead alpha and the President of the MC, Venom likely had better things to do than lecture two of his bikers.

Less than five minutes later, Venom entered, looking grumpy as usual.

He sat behind his desk and glanced between Spike and me for a few moments.

Venom had always struck me as a scary but straightforward monster, so it didn't surprise me when he went right to the point.

"You two lost the MC a long-time client," Venom stated.

“Jack, Olaf’s second, provoked us," Spike began.

I shot him a glare.

"Let me handle this," I muttered under my breath.

Spike opened his mouth, then shut it, hanging his head and nodding.

Venom raised a hand before I could explain what happened.

"Give Olaf a proper face-to-face apology. Offer some freebies. Fix this."

When Venom said those last two words, he looked directly at me. I suppressed a groan.

Of course, the boss expected me to take the lead. Between Spike and me, I was the more responsible biker.

"You got it, boss," I gritted out.

Spike nodded, wisely refraining from adding any unnecessary comments.

This was the last thing I needed, with everything going on in my personal life.

Tommy had taken the huge leap to move to Moon Burrow, and I wanted to spend time with him during my spare time.

Venom considered the matter closed.

"Get the hell out of my office," he said, his order accompanied by a thin growl.

I made my way to the bar and eating area of the MC clubhouse, irritated that Spike was tailing me.

"Buy you a drink?" he asked.

It was probably his way of apologizing, but one beer wasn't going to change what happened earlier.

We sipped our beer in silence when it arrived, for a few moments, not speaking. I let out a heavy sigh.

As usual, Spike was waiting for me to speak first. Be the better friend, I reminded myself.

"You should've kept your temper in check. You know how Olaf's boys are," I pointed out.

This wasn't the first delivery we made to Olaf and his pack. Spike scratched the small scar on his jaw.

"I know I messed things up, but today is —,” Spike faltered.

I'd known Spike for five years. We joined the MC at the same time.

---