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Abe

“I could really gofor some food right now,” Glenn said. “I’m not one much for chores around the house.”

“You make yourself sound like the maid.” I laughed. “But I’m hungry, too. You want to go over to Del Taco Loco and grab something? With any luck Tad will be there, and we can tell him we finished with his assignment here at the clubhouse.”

“You really want to check in with him this early in the day? You know that’s just asking for him to find something else for us to do,” Glenn whined.

“Now you’re sounding like a kid who doesn’t want to tell his dad that he’s done with his chores,” I teased. “Are you afraid he’s going to make you do more instead of getting to go ride around with your friends?”

“Shut up!” Glenn playfully shoved me as we walked across the lawn toward our bikes. “Do you want to come back here and spend the rest of the day doing this shit?”

“No,” I admitted. “But I’m not going to hide from Tad so he doesn’t find out we’ve finished this early, either.”

Glenn mocked me with a childish tone, but I ignored him. I wasn’t going to argue with him about this anymore. I knew already our president would be happy with the fact we’d gotten our assignment done, and I wasn’t worried about him asking for us to do more.

If he did, he did; if not, that’s fine, too.

It was my day off from my regular job, so I didn’t have anything pressing to do with my time. I didn’t mind spending the day with Glenn. He just liked to complain. I knew it didn’t matter what we were doing, he’d still find a way to make it sound like work and something he didn’t want to do.

I was about to tease him for his antics when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen to see who was calling, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was one of my brothers. He was likely doing a monthly check-in, but I didn’t want Glenn hanging around to listen in.

“I’ve got to take this, do you mind?” I asked as I put the phone to my ear.

Glenn continued onward toward the bikes as I hung back.

“Any progress?” my brother asked.

“Nothing really to speak of. There’s a drug deal being handled sometime this week. I know we’re taking care of a shipment that’s coming through,” I said. “I’m doing my best here, but you know how it is.”

“You know the consequences, too,” he warned.

“Yeah,” I told him. “Give me more time. I’ll have something more to share next month.”

“Here’s hoping.”

My brother hung up before I had the chance to say anything further, and I shook my head as I jogged over to the bikes.

“What was that about? Your mommy need you to come home right away?” Glenn asked.

“Shut up.” I smirked. “It was just something with a girl I took out the other night. Not sure how I feel about it, but I was putting off breaking the news to her.”

“Oh, please. Tell me more,” Glenn said. “You know I’m dying to hear the whole story.”

“I’m not dying to tell it,” I replied. “Come on, I’m getting hangry now.”

“I was hangry an hour ago!”

I pulled my helmet over my head and started the bike. It roared to life with a satisfying snarl, then hummed as I waited for Glenn to get adjusted himself.

As soon as he started his own bike, I hit the gas and shot onto the road. We were in town, so we did have to keep the speed limit in mind, but we definitely pressed our luck as much as we felt we could.

We were about halfway across town from Del Taco Loco, but it only took a few minutes to reach our destination. We were known around Holbrook, Arizona anyway, but we still put our helmets on our handlebars making sure our emblems were clearly showing.

Los Gatos Negros.

The Black Cats.

We were one of the most feared MCs in all of Arizona, and with good reason.

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