Page 28 of Clash
“What’s all this?” I questioned him, my temper already building. I didn’t even bother dismounting my bike, but I did turn it off—I could barely hear myself think.
“Clash, I’d like you to meet Joaquin, Gideon, and Kody. Joaquin was friends with Warrant.” Skid’s smile faded, that bitter sadness returning the second he said Warrant’s name. It was odd that he was still hung up about it, but I shrugged it off.
“And why do I care?”This better not be the reason why I was asked to come over here.
Ranger came hustling out of the club, skidding to a stop just inches away from me. He was panting and out of breath. “Oh good, you’re here.”
“Yeah, why the fuck did you call me here, Ranger?”
Ranger motioned to the three men standing before me. “They want to prospect the club.”
“Seriously? That’s why you fucking called me here?”
“Well,” he huffed out. “I can’t fucking make that kind of decision, and Snyder isn’t here. So, I called you.”
“And that makes this an emergency?”
“Well… no… I guess not. But they needed an answer. They drove all this way, Clash.”
I looked over at the beat-up car sitting just at the gates. “Do you guys even ride?”
All three of them shook their heads no. “But we can learn,” one of them, a freckled faced kid with red-hair, reminding me of Axl, stated.
“And we have other talents,” the biggest one said, looking pretty damn proud of himself.
“Yeah,” the tall skinny one standing next to Skid stated, motioning to the big guy with too long of hair. “Gideon here got locked up for hacking the Pentagon. And Kody can steal any car you put in front of him.” He waved a hand at the red-head, who just crossed his arms, trying to look tough. He wasn’t. None of them were.
The man had shifty eyes. I wasn’t sure if I should trust him. “And you? What exactly are your talents?”
He shrugged.
“Joaquin is an entrepreneur of sorts,” Skid quickly admitted. “He’s really good at fencing shit.”
Hmm? Maybe they could prove to be useful after all?
“Sounds like you all got some kind of record?”
Joaquin nodded. “We met in the clink. That’s where I knew Warrant from, he was my… celly…”
I didn’t like the sudden hesitation, but I shrugged it off, knowing that men of this caliber were better off friends than foes. And with the Crows reforming, it was better to have them on our side, then running over to theirs. It still didn’t stop me from scrutinizing their every move. I’ll be damned if we add more fucking rats to our ranks.
“Well, I ain’t saying shit until it’s okayed by the Prez, but if you want to hang around until the bastard gets back, that’s fine by me.”
All three men grinned.
“But I would suggest learning how to fucking ride before you do. We got no use for bikers who don’t know how to ride.”
They all nodded. “We’ll get right on that, Sir.” The one with red-hair, I think his name was Kody, exclaimed.
“Sir?” I scoffed. “Do I look like a fucking sir?”
The man instantly looked at his feet. “No, sorry.”
“I don’t want you three bringing any trouble to our fucking club. Those records of yours better be the last ones you get.”
Not that it mattered. Quite a few of my brothers had spent some time behind bars in the past. But honestly, I was a bit pissed off that I was called here for this bullshit.Emergency? They need to look up emergency in the dictionary and fucking tattoo that shit on their brains.
“Call me when there’s an actual fire to put out, Ranger. Not this nonsense,” I said, motioning to the three men. Two of which looked fresh out of diapers, and one I didn’t quite trust. Something about this Joaquin fellow was making all my warning bells fire off at once.
