Page 4 of War's Witch
Turning to the side, I see Smoke leaning against a pillar, with a wide grin on his face.
“Brother, how have you been; that Ol’ Lady of yours keeping you in line?” I ask, as I approach him.
His eyes brighten at the mention of his woman, Taya. Apang hits me in the chest like it always does, but I dampen that fucker down.
“I am still here, ain’t I? She would feed me to her damned pigs if I pissed her off enough.” We hug, hands slapping on backs, the full man-hug thing.
“True.” Taya owns a pig farm with her brothers, and her father was also a big part of her life until he was gunned down by some rich prick who thought he could have Taya and take over her land.
“Harley said that you would be stopping by, after she threatened your balls and something to do with liquid metal.” He shrugs as my balls shrivel up into my body.
I cup my crotch, making him laugh. “She is fucking creative, I will give her that.”
“Brother, she is the one selling millions of biker books with death and sex in them. She wrote a scene last week after catching Jericho fucking one of the club girls on a sex swing, only the girl fucking died in the book from being strangled by the fucking swing ropes,” he explains as we walk inside and out of the Nevada heat.
Shaking my head, I take in the room and all its transformation.
Black cloths and webs hang all around the room, mixed with white, orange, and purple twinkling lights. It looks like Halloween threw up in here but with a tasteful gothic vibe to it.
No one is in their costume yet, because it is hours before the party starts, so I get to wash up and maybe have a fucking nap before the festivities begin.
“War, good to see you, brother,” Locke calls when he sees me.
“When Harley calls, you come running, right?”
He laughs. “True. I want you to meet my Ol’ Lady, Lottie.Baby, this is War. He is a club nomad.”
I lean in to kiss her cheek. The last time I came here for a visit, she was out of town on some book thing, so it is about time I put a face to the name.
“Nice to meet you, Lottie.” She smiles up at me, curling into her man’s side.
“Same. I hope you brought a costume with you, War. Harley went all out for this party and will not take it well if some of the brothers do not dress up,” she says.
Shrugging, I tell her, “I have my costume; do not worry that pretty little head of yours.” I wink, making her giggle.
“Fucker, get your own woman; stop winking at mine.” Locke pulls Lottie closer to him.
She looks up at him, love pouring out of her eyes as she takes in her man. Locke leans down, kissing her, and l watch as my brother claims his woman’s mouth.
Someone whistles from across the room, causing Lottie to giggle and break the kiss. Locke flips whoever it was off.
“The club girls made a room up for you, second floor. We are a little packed tight right now; Harley sent a mass invite, and every fucker and their dog turned up.”
“All in good need for the club, brother. Everyone knows that we work hard so we party harder. I am going to take a hot shower; these old bones are not as forgiving as they once were, then I am going to nap.”
“You are not that old, War. I bet you have women dropping to their knees for you.” Lottie snickers.
“Oh, darlin,’ I am plenty fucking old. Forty-one is no joke when riding across the country.”
“Forty-one? Wow, I thought you were mid-thirties at most, honestly,” she replies.
“Good one stroking that fat ego, Lotts,” Smoke jokes.
“Man, I love your woman.” I nudge Locke’s shoulder as I walk past.
“Rest up, brother. Tonight will be a fucking blast,” Smoke calls after me.
I wave my hand above my head in acknowledgment, and head to my room. A hot shower and a nap sound like fucking heaven right now, because my bones feel tight, and the feeling that something is about to happen seeps deep.
