Page 30 of Biker Boo
Critter grins, unfazed.“Earned or not, I know which one of y’all was upstairs with her last night.Heard the headboard.”
Bullet flips him the bird.“Careful, prospect.You keep flappin’ that mouth, and we’ll make you clean the john with it.”
That sets Rye off.He slaps the table.“Last night I had a devil girl down at Heck’s.Swear to God, she sucked me so hard I thought my chrome was gonna peel off the pipes.”
Oaks throws his head back.“Shit, I woke up next to some nun costume.Didn’t remember takin’ communion, but my knees are sore.I’m pretty sure she blessed my balls.”
Bullet grins wicked.“Fuck all that.I’m hunting down the slutty scarecrow.Girl bent over, hay pokin’ out of her ass like she was already stuffed for me.”
Rye snorts beer foam out his nose.“Bet she told you to plow the back forty.”
Oaks chimes in, not missing a beat.“Hope you wrapped it, brother.Last thing you need is a corn-fed baby with straw for hair.”
Bluff, always louder than he should be, leans in.“Better than me.I left with a nurse.Bitch pulled out a thermometer, said she needed to check my temp.Next thing I know, she’s sittin’ on my face takin’ my blood pressure.”
“Did you pass?”Rye shoots back.
Bluff grins.“Barely.Think I flatlined twice.”
Derby belts out, “Witch told me she was into spells.Only spell I saw was her makin’ my dick disappear down her throat.”
The room howls.Even Critter, stupid little prospect, is red in the face laughing.He jumps in, puffed up like he belongs here.“Y’all can keep your scarecrows and devil girls.Me?I like my women like my bikes, loud, dirty, and easy to ride.”
Rye fires back instantly.“Funny, I heard your last girl had to kickstart you three times before you even got hard.”
Oaks adds, “Yeah, and once he started, he only ran for two miles before breakin’ down.”
The laughter is ugly, mean, but it rolls like thunder across the Lockup.
Then Legend comes in, and the room goes quiet.He don’t smile.Don’t joke.
Cuts the chatter dead.
He don’t even need to say a word.Just a look, sharp as a blade, and we all straighten up.
Prez mood.
He sets his mug down, black coffee, none of that frothy shit, and leans against the table.“Valerie’s still missing.”
The name lands heavy.Valerie from Blow Me, the salon.Everyone knew her.Loud laugh, big hair, big tits, bigger tips.The kind of woman who made this town feel alive.
“She run off with a customer?”Rye tries, but even he don’t sound like he believes it.
Legend shakes his head.“No.And she ain’t the only one remember.Melanie’s still gone too.Our new bunny.”
The room quiets.
Oaks mutters, “Jesus.”
Bullet asks, “You think it’s connected?”
Legend’s blows out.“Both of ‘em tied to Pearly Gates somehow.Valerie’s cousin still lives on the commune.Melanie’s old man used to run security for the Reverend before he drank himself to death.”
Oaks says what everyone’s thinking, “Someone sell them to the Lamb Society?”
The air turns cold.Nobody jokes now.I’m about to tell them about the man I caught following Becki out at Crooked Creek Hollow.The man I let go because I was in the mask, and he saw me.
But Critter opens his dumb mouth first.
