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“Let them have their fun tonight. Tomorrow, we get down to business.” I watched the Prospects open the gate and watched the transport trailer drive away. “Good looking mods.” Fuck, I missed working on cars and bikes.
“Tough watching ‘em go, Prez,” Big Kentucky said. “We work on ‘em, build ‘em, and then send ‘em off to buyers we got no idea will take care of ‘em.”
“That’s why I don’t get attached to them. That’s a sharp-looking group, though.” I patted Big Kentucky on the shoulder and turned away from the transport truck leaving Chaos Mods, the club’s money maker. “Have the Prospects pull the two Dodge Chargers in over there. The Harley, too. We’ll get a start on those in the morning. And make sure the designs are in the garage for me to review. Fuck, it feels good to be back.”
“Somethin’ naggin’ you, Beast? You got that look.” Big Kentucky followed me toward the club’s main building. Altogether, the club had a two-story building, two one-story buildings, and an eight-car mechanic’s garage. We had other property outside the city limits that we used sparingly, usually to hide guns and or weed.
I rubbed my beard and adjusted my kutte. The place looked good, and I was proud of my brothers for maintaining the club while I was gone. “We’ll have church first thing in the morning. Make sure we’re all on the same page and figure out what’s next.” I thought a little more about the transport that just left. “Have a couple of Prospects tail the transport and the other Prospects following it.”
“You thinkin’ the Messengers are gonna hit it? Cinder thinks so.” Big Kentucky was well aware of Hell’s Messengers, the club’s rivals across town. They’d recruited Big Kentucky ten years ago when he first arrived in Pine Bluff. I stole him right out from under them.
“The fact they’ve been so quiet lately concerns me. They don’t do anything out in the open. I expect them to wait until our backs are turned.” I entered the club’s main building to applause and drunk club members, some of them fucking their old ladies out in the open. “You assholes started without me!”
I made a short speech, saving the more important things for church. I told the club how proud I was. I praised the club’s officers for keeping the club in the right direction. When I finished speaking, I told them to go back to fucking.
“You see the latest shipment?” Cinder asked.
“The mods looked fucking fantastic.” I grabbed a beer from a young woman I didn’t recognize behind the bar. We walked away, and I motioned over my shoulder. “Who’s the pussy at the bar?” She was thinner than most women around the club and looked rich like this was the last place she would hang.
“Name’s Trixie.” Cinder laughed and drank half his beer. “No, shit, man, it’s her real name. Half the officers have been inside that not-so-tight snatch. She’s good, though. Expect one of the guys to grab her soon. She’s got a fucking snake inked on her inner thigh. A fucking viper. It’s badass.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Skittles said. “I got the only snatch you need, and you got the only snake that counts.”
“Go on to the back. I’ll be there shortly. And don’t start without me.” I slapped Skittles on the ass and watched her walk down the hall to the officers’ rooms. “How’s the pussy business treating us?”
“A little slow the last six months.” Cinder finished his beer and grabbed the ass of the next girl who passed by.
“Awful Ashley is gonna cut your dick off for that,” I said. “How is the old lady?”
“Spends too much fucking time up north at her parents’ house. Fucking daddy is rolling in money. Giving her what I can’t.”
“You can’t get it up,” I joked.
“Fuck you.”
“What about weed?”
Cinder shook his head. “It’s been slow ever since states started legalizing the shit. It’s probably less than a quarter of the club’s income.”
I watched my brothers around the room. “We need another income stream. Weed’s going to dry up. Mods will always be strong. We’ll figure out the downturn in pussy and make sure we get it up.”
“You okay, Beast?”
“Yeah. I need some time, brother.”
I walked into church alone and closed the door. The room was darker than I remembered. Kickstand appeared at the other end of the table.
“Miss you being here, old man,” I said. Of course, Kickstand said nothing. When I saw him at night in prison, he didn’t say a word. “I’m going after them. Whoever did that to you. I’m not going to sit around and do nothing.” I raised the gavel and hit the table. I grabbed a beer from the fridge in the corner of the room and left through a different door.
I took a left down a long hallway, away from where others had gathered, and stopped at the end and paused before opening the last door. A picture of Kickstand hung on the wall. I touched the picture and reiterated my intent to kill the man who killed him. Kickstand began grooming me to be club president when my parents died in that car accident. Why did I touch the picture? It was a reminder that the murderer was still out there.
I opened the door and stared at the naked body lying on the bed. Goddamn, she was the hottest piece of ass I’d ever grabbed. She spread her legs and motioned me forward.
“That snatch for me?” Damn, everything about her drew me in like a fucking bug drawn to light.
“You just gonna stand there or give it to me again?” Skittles asked. “I’m waiting to do nasty things to you.”
“That’s not very ladylike.” I stepped forward and closed the door. The room was exactly as I had left it. A Brothers of Chaos banner hung above the bed’s headboard. The gun safe still sat in the far corner. The same biker magazine from five years ago sat on the nightstand. A picture of Skittles and me in Antelope Canyon sat on the dresser.
