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He waved to us. “Giving her a ride home.”

The girl did not look over. She avoided everyone’s eyes, brushing her hair back.

Couldn’t say I blamed her.

Machete sighed. “The girl likes Roadie a whole lot, but she’s intrigued by me. Don’t know if it’s ’cause I’m quiet or ’cause I’m Black.”

“You sure about her? We can figure something else—”

He held a hand up, stopping me. “Ain’t no problem. I know what we’re asking Gloves to do. That means something. We ain’t all stupid like Roadie.”

“She might want to go back to him.”

“It’s not about that, though, is it?” He turned to go, but paused and looked at me. “It’s about holding her off until Gloves does what he’s gotta do.”

Right. We were assholes.

“Thanks, Machete.”

He gave another nod, then turned and went back into The Bonfire. He’d do what he needed to do, and Roadie would probably have her back in his bed within a week. No. I made a decision. Roadie and I would have a talk. Leadership didn’t weigh into who our members took to bed unless it affected the club. This would affect the club, and one of our own. That shit wouldn’t go over with anyone.

I would make sure Roadie was aware of that fact.

“Prospect.”

Another one had come out to replace the one giving the girl a ride home. Both looked over when I called, but I only needed one to do my bidding.

“Call Stripes out here.”

One of them disappeared, and Stripes came back out thirty seconds later.

“What’s up, VP?” He gave me a wary look. He was the other member who referred to me by that title.

“Take Roadie out to the T. I’ll meet you there. We need to have a talk away from the others.”

Understanding flashed in his gaze, along with satisfaction.

That gave me more pause about this guy.

He nodded. “Sounds good. Should I tell him I saw some fine tits out there to get him away or tell him you’ll be waiting for him?”

“Tell him about the tits.”

A hint of a grin showed before he schooled his features. “Tits it is.”

He went inside, and I finished my beer before I went to my bike.

10

KALI

I was starting to daydream about how to murder my friends.

Just kidding.

Thirty-six hours in the car, and that wasn’t counting the hotel stay.

So… maybe I wasn’t totally kidding.

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