Page 74 of Salute, To Bravery
“Family,” Drake said, and I knew he’d guessed who the girls were. The mountain hadn’t.
“Dude, you didn’t need to bring women. We’ve got enough whores here without your own,” he boomed.
“Axel!” Ace groaned, his stare landing on the girls’ colours.
“What? They can use our pussy, didn’t need to bring some with them. Don’t they think we know how to host a visiting club?” Axel continued, and despite myself, I was amused at his outrage.
“Do I look like a fuckin’ whore?” Tempest hissed.
“Do I?” Reaper demanded, a knife appearing in her fingers as she flicked it over her knuckles.
The man turned to Reaper and finally gave her a thorough look. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped.
“Yeah,” Reaper agreed, pocketing the blade. “I’m a Fallen Warrior enforcer.”
“Ain’t no cripple, those pants show everything and leave nothing to the imagination. Thought you said their club was full of cripples,” Axel boomed, and Ace reached up and slapped him around the head.
“Jesus, Axel, put a filter on it,” Ace groaned.
“It’s okay, we have one of them too. He’s called Raddock,” I said as Axel realised he wasn’t being diplomatic. I had to wonder if Axel was some sort of test Rage ran new alliances through.
“Sorry, girl,” Axel boomed at Tempest, who wrinkled her nose.
“The insults get worse. Do I look like a girl or a woman?”
“Tempest,” I warned, well aware of her temper.
Tempest huffed and then nodded and let it go.
“No offence taken,” she replied, and Reaper sighed.
Drake looked on, amused.
“This is Tempest, our secretary, and Reaper, our other enforcer. You know Bat, my VP, Raddock, Owl, and Worm,” I said.
“You’ve got someone missing… Sniper?” Drake asked.
“He’s watching our homes,” I replied.
Drake considered that and then nodded.
“This is Ace, my VP, whom you met last night. This is Apache, his father, and one of my enforcers. Texas is our secretary, and Fish is my SAA. Axel is our last remaining founder.”
I caught the warning in Drake’s words and guessed any disrespect would not be tolerated towards Axel.
“This is Gunner, my other enforcer, and Rock,” Drake finished his introductions. “There are more brothers waiting inside the clubhouse, but we didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
I glanced over to where there was hollering, and Drake rolled his eyes. Two guys in cuts were chest to chest and shouting in each other’s faces.
“Manny, Mac, quit!” Drake bellowed.
“This asshole ain’t grilling, Drake!” one shouted back.
“Fuck me,” Drake muttered and then hollered, “Mac, let Manny grill.”
“The hell I will,” the guy called Mac replied
“You can have Manny or Ezra? Which one?” Drake yelled.
