Page 50 of The Heir

Chapter Nineteen

Blaze

“Bastard.” I scoffed, racing after him.

Rather than heading home, he pulled off at the strip club.

“What the fuck?” It couldn’t have been seven yet. There were like two cars in front of Steel Cages.

When he veered his bike to the building in front of the parking lot, I noticed the far side of it was lined with bikes. Guys were littering the front of the clubhouse.

Mackie and Scottie were huddled up with a phone, looking at something together. Donnie and Makaveli were admiring a bike while some dude I’d never seen before rattled away in front of it.

Easy parked and I followed suit, leaving mine beside his.

Steel Disciple patches were everywhere. Some of the faces I knew, others I didn’t.

Easy went inside, I saw him storm down the length of the windows, only to round back in a hurry. The door shot open, and he came out in a huff.

“Where the fuck is Demon?”

Everyone looked around. The guy that had been chattering with Mak and Donnie suddenly looked uncomfortable.

Mayhem stepped around the corner, adjusting his headband as he approached. Easy instantly started toward him.

The guy in front of the bike turned back to Donnie, “Isn’t it fuckin’ beautiful?”

“It would be more beautiful if my club was on their way to fetch that load. Where the fuck is your old man, Snatch? Is there a reason you're bragging’ like you just got your first piece of tail, instead of that busted-ass bike?”

“Hey, man, it ain’t busted–”

The way Easy turned and charged back said it might soon be.

“Hey, hey, hey, man.” Mak laughed, inserting himself between Easy and the prospect.

Mak steered Easy inside, whispering in his ear with something that seemed to do the trick.

“Fuck,” Snatch scoffed, his shoulders slumping.

Donnie laughed and Snatch puffed up, “He doesn't know man. My bike could take any of you fuckers.”

I snorted, and he spun around to stare at me.

“It can,” he insisted, stepping toward me.

“Easy enough to find out–” I glanced toward the highway and then pointedly glanced back at him.

“Oh, you got time to ride with the big boys now, huh?” Mackie spat in my direction.

I laughed at his pitiful attempts at dominance, “Shit, it’ll only take a minute to smoke either one of you fucks. I’m Anthony Aviston’s son, remember?”

“Fuckin’ A. Let’s do it.” Snatch nodded, hopping on his bike.

I laughed, shocked that he’d taken the bait that easily.

“That ain't a good idea, man.” Donnie ran a hand through his long, blond hair and winced.

“Yeah, Easy will scold you for breaking formation,” I teased. “You better remember your place.”

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