Page 57 of His Road Dog

"Do you have something to say?" he asked.

Rick dipped his chin. "I want to be in charge of the women. I'll stay at the clubhouse until we can safely see them on their way."

Priest scrutinized Rick, mulling over his request. There was a reason, deeper than wanting added responsibility to prove his worth, in Rick's eyes. For a man who'd been chained by Cusclan and wore the scars and pain on his back every day, Rick's request had more to do with fighting his demons.

Priest had to respect that.

He also had to oversee Rick. The man was aiming to step up into the role of president. It wasn't a secret. Any Tarkio member could see that Rick's personality contained an authority angle that most men lacked.

While he had Rick's respect now, Priest made sure he had no chance to gather men behind his back and unseat him.

"Curley, put Rick on the crew to stay at the clubhouse and let him contact every member about the order." Priest walked toward the door. "I'm going to swing by the house, grab a shower, and be back before we roll out."

He walked out of the room. Ignoring the others, he strolled outside and hopped on his Harley.

He could give a shit about getting a shower. The mail had to have arrived by now, and knowing Nicole's penchant for writing letters, he hoped there was something in his mailbox, letting him know she was okay.

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