Page 8 of Biker's Baby

“That’s my boy!” he shouted. “I knew you would pull this off. I can always count on you!”

“That’s right,” I assured him. “I’ll have Glenn take care of unloading it now.”

“I’m inclined to insist that you stay and have a few drinks with us tonight!” Tad continued, but I winced. I didn’t want to hang out with the rest of the club. I was too tired.

“Only if you must,” I replied. “I would rather head home and get some sleep. If you can spare me?”

“Alright, alright,” Tad said. He clapped me on the back again, this time sending the shock throughout my core. I would have winced, but I had been raised to take a beating. It didn’t mean anything to me at this point.

“Thank you, sir,” I said.

I waited until he was out of sight to rub my arm, then I got back on my bike. Glenn had already unloaded the drugs I’d carried with the rest of the product, and I didn’t bother sticking around to talk to him. There was no need for that.

We saw each other often enough. We never said any official goodbyes or greetings, either.

I was sure I’d be seeing him tomorrow, too.

Right now, all I wanted was that ice cold beer I knew I had in my fridge and to slip into something comfortable. It was a long day, and I was ready to be done with it.

Tomorrow would likely be just as brutal.

I’d need my rest.

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