Page 15 of Crash and Burn
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Rascal
The next day,I’m up bright and early. I throw on clothes for work so I can head to the shop right after Church. Walking through the main room, none of the women are here, not even cut bunnies. I make my way into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal and some coffee. Thirty minutes later, we’re all sitting in Church, waiting for Prez to get started. He and Ranger walk into the room, closing the door behind themselves.
“As I mentioned to some of you yesterday, our Nomad brothers are staying through the end of the month. We will also have more visitors. From Arizona, New Orleans, and possibly even Colorado,” Prez announces to the room. “Like every year, we will have a party on Halloween. This year, Minx has insisted people dress up. Don’t feel like you have to, but know that if you don’t, you’ll most definitely get an ear full from her.”
Raze lets out a heavy sigh. “She’s a spitfire, that woman of mine.”
There’s a round of chuckles from everyone. We all know how Minx is. I’m sure more brothers will dress up than not.
“She’s her father’s daughter, alright,” Prez adds with a laugh. “Moving on. We’ll need a group of you to make a run to Denver this week. You’ll leave on Thursday afternoon and get back Monday.”
“Prez, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go on this run,” I say to him.
“What about your commitment to keeping an eye on Marley?”
“Her and I have been doing nothin’ but butting heads. I think a few days of me not under the same roof as her might do some good. Plus, the only time she leaves the clubhouse is to go up to Minx’s house,” I explain to him.
He takes a minute to mull it over before responding. “I can respect that, and you can go. Diesel, Saint, and Shade, I want the three of you to go as well.”
The three of them nod their heads without a sound.
“Does anyone have anything they need to discuss?” Prez glances around the room. No one says anything. “Alright, you fuckers can be dismissed.”
As I walk into the main room, my eyes find Marley, who’s already watching me. I tear my eyes away from her as I walk out of the clubhouse. When I pull up to Savage Repairs, Raze and Saint are already there.
“You’re really going up to Colorado to give Marley space,” Saint asks me.
“This shit is fucking with my head. I gotta do something to get my mind right,” I admit. I busy myself with stupid shit to keep my mind occupied. The busy work turns into working on a car. One car turns into three, and before I know it, it’s quitting time.
“Yo, Ras. Wanna go grab a beer at Big Shots,” Saint asks.
“Yeah, sure. Why not?”
We walk into Big Shots and sit at the bar.
“Well, look who it is,” Tink says. “What can I get for you, boys?”
“Fried pickles and a beer, please,” I tell her.
Tink’s face twists up. “You feelin’ alright, Ras?”
“Uh, yeah. Why?”
“You rarely use your manners. Thought you might be sick or something.” She laughs.
“Nah, he’s pining after a chick that hates him,” Saint smirks. I slug him in the arm. “Ow! What the hell.”
“I’m not fuckin’ pining after anyone, asshole.”
Tink is staring at me as if she’s trying to read my mind. After a minute, she shakes her head. “I’ll grab your beers and get your order in. Do you want anything besides fried pickles?”
“That’s it for now,” I tell her.
She nods and walks away to grab our drinks.
“So what’s your real reason for wanting to go on this run,” Saint asks.
