Page 2 of Sleeper

“Really?” I cocked my head to the side. I was so sure I hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.

“Hell yeah it was, you were ahead of me. I sure as shit wasn’t paying to feed your alcoholic ass beer in the morning.”

“I don’t drink with my ass, Wiley. Although, I read you get drunk faster if you shove a bong up between your cheeks and let the beer flow in that way.”

“Fucking really?”

“What? It’s what I read.”

He blankly stared at me. “What kind of shit do you read?”

“I don’t know, whatever I feel like when the mood strikes.” I shrugged.

“And the mood to ass drink just so happened to be on the top of your list, huh?”

“Ha. No.” I chuckled, then said, “It was some ad I came across on the internet.”

“You have fucking weird ads.”

“What? I’m the targeted audience for that exact shit I guess.”

“If you say so.” One of his eyebrows lifted in my direction before his head moved from side to side. “You’re a weird fuckstick, Sleeper.”

“Might be, but I’m your fuckstick, Wiley. Wait, no, I meant…” I sighed. “Never mind, you know what? I’m not your huckleberry, I’m your fuckstick and that’s final.” I cupped my hand over his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Whatever, fuckstick.”

“That’s right, daddy. Say it again?”

“Man don’t start your shit. I’ve said that for years and now you’re making me want to change my ways.”

“Sometimes change is good, brother.”

“Mhmm,” Wiley said, his eyebrows knitted together as he stared at me.

Wiley and I had gotten friendlier over the last year or so, but I wasn’t what one would considerclosewith any of my brothers.

Would I die for them without hesitation?

Absofuckinglutely, I would lay my life on the line for any one of my brothers and not think twice about it. Yet, I wasn’t as familiar with all of their backstories and their day-to-day as I thought I should be. That fact bothered me long before today, but as busy as we had been with club business it wasn’t something that entered my mind daily. It was hard for me to imagine the guys doing other shit outside of the MC, but it was because I rarely saw them otherwise. On rare occasions, like tomorrow morning, I got to hang out with my brothers, and we were able to relax with some easygoing conversation while we drank too many beers.

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“Tony?”

“Yeah,” I answered in a groggy voice, trying to make out the blurry name on the caller ID.

“Our census is low. Do you want to stay home tonight, Honey?” Mrs. Slayton asked on the other end of the phone.

“You sure? It’ll be awfully lonely without me there tonight. Who will help you lift?” I fake flirted with her as I did almost every time we talked.

She giggled. “If I were twenty years younger, we’d both take the night off and you’d be lifting more than you could handle.”

“Keep going. You have my interest piqued.”

“You better behave or I’m going to pretend I never talked to you, and you can bring your tight butt on into work.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

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