Page 29 of Shame

“Oh, no?” He waggles his brows at me.

I go to the table lined with pans and push open the aluminum foil, take a plate, and grab some pancakes.

“More interested in the staff,” I say as I sit beside Rhino. “One in particular.”

“That so?” he asks. “Shark finally find himself some bait?” He chuckles, and so do I. His jokes are dumb as hell, but they can be funny.

“It’s not like that.”

“Sure it’s not. Don’t remember the last time I saw you fucking around with anyone. Specially the ones around here,” he adds.

“Shit’s old,” I answer, cutting off a big bite. “These girls are just…” I shrug.

“The clubwhores are a way to pass time. Fun when we’re young, but now?” Rhino shakes his head, going back to his food. “Not really fun when they’ve fucked you and your dad and would probably fuck your son if you had one.”

It’s exactly what I was thinking… Though, Rhino still enjoys the clubwhores and any other girl he can get his hands on and his dick in.

Not sure what happened, but one day I woke up and was just tired of the girls around here. It’s the same old shit day in and day out. Don’t have much energy to go to bars and pick up chicks. I don’t want to put in the work for it. Coming home to my woman laid out on the table to feast on for dinner sounds like the perfect thing to me. Better than finding a new one each night. A pussy is a pussy, but I’m ready for more than a warm hole to sink my dick into.

“She’s cool. Got a lot of shit going on though,” I say.

“Don’t we all,” Rhino answers.

Yeah, I guess we do.

My brother slips a sheet of paper beside me on the table, then one to Rhino.

“Everyone has shit they need to do for the charity event. You’ll find everything listed on here. I need an update each week at meetings, no exceptions. Not even pussy.”

I flip him off as he walks away to hand a sheet to the other members lounging on the couch. I don’t mind helping anyone in the club with anything they need. I would die for any of the guys in this club because they would do the same for me. But whatever stick is up my brother’s ass needs to be removed—and ASAP. Don’t know what his issue is, but maybe he needs to get laid or something. He can’t possibly be this pissed over me dragging him to the diner a few times, can he? He gets mad over stupid shit sometimes, but this is too much… even for him.

Rhino nudges me, lowering his voice and says, “You need someone to go to the diner with? You let me know. Maybe your girl has a friend.”

“Good looking out,” I say, grabbing the paper Snapper left for me. “Fuck off,” I grumble, reaching over to grab Rhino’s paper. He lets me, and I get even more pissed when I see how much work I have to do compared to him. “The fuck, Snapper? Why do I have all this shit to do?”

I shove Rhino’s paper back at him and he takes it with one hand while shoving food into his mouth with the other.

Snapper turns to look at me. “It’s notmorework, just different. You’re the one out there every day talking to all the people in the town. You know them better than the rest of us.”

“I do fucking not,” I say, and know damn well that it’s bullshit.

I know them, and they know me. It’s why I go out there in the first place, but I do that for me. Having it called out like this? I’m not into that shit. I don’t want to be turned into a fucking poster boy for this club, even if that’s what I’ve been doing this whole time, anyway. I won’t be theofficialspokesman for this club for the fucking town. Nope. Not happening.

“You handled shit with Terry. Deal with Ed and Martha, and Harry too. You’re friendly with people at the diner now. I’d say you do.” Snapper forces a big smile at me that saysfuck you.

I grit my teeth, knowing he’s doing this to get under my skin. He knows how much I hate dealing with these ungrateful fuckers when it comes to shit like this, but he’s going to make me do it anyway. And obviously I’m gonna do it because even though they’re ungrateful and annoy the fuck outta me, they’re still the reason why I goddamn do this. They’re good people and deserve to live in a good town.

Fuck it all.

“He’s not wrong,” Coyote says as he comes out from his room. “And if you got a problem with it, you can talk to me.”

I raise a brow at him, but what I really wanna do is sock him in the fucking jaw. He thinks just because he’s the new Prez, he can talk to me that way? Yeah, of course he does. I’m sure theonly reason he’s here at all is for the fucking power hit. Lord knows he don’t wanna be here ‘cause he cares. Everyone knows it too. He hasn’t fucked up bad enough to be voted out though. Bet we’re all waiting for it to happen, but aren’t stupid enough to say that shit out loud.

“No problem,” I say, getting to my feet. “In fact, I’ll get started on it right fucking now.”

Without cleaning a single thing up, I walk outta the club and get on my bike. I shove the paper into my pocket and take off.

I can’t see myself doing anything other than being a part of this MC, living the life that comes with it—including helping this town. It’s how I was raised, and it feels damn good. As much as it frustrates me how these people can be some days, I know I’m helping them. Would just be nice if they would show some appreciation once in a while. Kind of like how Noah did. His enthusiasm about the club makes me remember why I love it, ‘cause sometimes it’s hard to remember that. And speaking of, my first stop is the convenience store since it’s closest. There are two people in line when I get inside.

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