Page 25 of Goose

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I’M SITTING AT THEbar nursing my second beer when I hear some commotion behind me. Turning around, I see that my twin brother has come in. Maverick nods his head toward me and turns toward the pool tables.

Tonight, we’re having a party to celebrate our nomad brothers coming home. Party’s seem to help settle some nerves before a big hit.

I sigh and turn back to the bar. Zane, one of the Prospects, is manning the bar tonight. He hands me a glass of water with an angry look and turns back to grab a shot glass for another brother.

“What’s up your fucking ass, Zane?”

He turns and glares. “Nothing, man. I don’t want to talk about it because it will just end up in a fight. Sorry for the look.”

I grab his arm when he walks by to stop him. “No. We talk this shit out or we can talk downstairs. Maybe you need a good beating. Now, what’s going on?”

Fuck, I need to reign in my darkness. It’s always worse after a fight with Bambi.

“Fine. It’s Bambi. I’m really worried about her. I don’t know your history with her, but whatever is going on right now is really bothering her. She’s not her normal self.”

I pull him close to my face and growl. “Why do you care so much? Want to try and get a piece for yourself?”

The rage I hold in is seeping out and showing its ugly face. All I want to do is pound Zane’s head in for even mentioning Bambi’s name.

Zane pulls back with a disgusted look on his face. “Don’t talk about her like that. What the fuck is wrong with you? And no, I don’t like her or want her like that. Bambi is my friend and I care about her, unlike you.”

His words hit me like a fucking brick wall.I care more about Bambi than anybody could ever know!Zane’s statement makes me raging mad. Doing the only thing that comes naturally, I go to swing my fist and get ready for a fucking fight.

Instead of connecting with Zane’s face, somebody grabs me from behind, pushing me away from the young kid.

“Come on, Goose. Play some pool and cool off.”

I turn to see my brother, Maverick, pulling me toward the pool tables. Joker and Striker aren’t far behind.

“What the fuck, man? Get off of me.”

He pushes me down on the couch and all three stands over me. Maverick has a nasty scowl on his face.

“What the fuck is your problem lately? You’ve been nasty to everybody around you. Sneaking around town, you’re never home.”

I shrug, “It’s nothing. Now get the fuck away from me.”

Striker nods toward me, “What did Ellie Jo want?”

“Dinner tonight. I told her no, and that we had a club party tonight. She wanted in and I told her no.”

Joker laughs, but it’s not a pleasant one. “Funny. Bambi had to tell her the same thing. Something isn’t adding up here,tonto del Culo.What exactly is your game plan with Bambi? String her along while you’re fucking around with Ellie Jo?”

I growl, feeling that rage and darkness bubble to the top. “No! I’ve never slept with Ellie Jo. I’ve flirted and kissed her but that’s it. I fucking swear.”

“Is Bambi your Old Lady?”

“Fuck no.”

Joker smiles, “Then she’s fair game,gilipollas.”

I see red as I stand and get right in his face, “No. Bambi is fucking off-limits to you and every other Brother in this club.”

“Not so fast. She’s not your Old Lady that means she’s fair game. Bambi deserves respect. She’s a good woman who shouldn’t be held back by your dumbass. Somebody is going to wife her up before you. Better get your head out of your ass before they do.”

“Fuck! I know she’s a good woman! Bambi is my best fucking friend. I love her and I have most of my life.”

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