“She has an ex in their ranks— the Enforcer.”
“You sure know a lot.” I turned to Seth.
“I’m a good listener. I actually listened when she spoke.”
“Okay, smart ass.” I smacked him in the head. I was against violence against women, unless it was necessary, but I had no problem being violent with men. I was known for my bar fights. I had a temper and often threw my fists into the face of whoever pissed me off enough to earn it. I was rough with my guys, but then, Maxum was too. We all knew our place. Apparently, that didn’t matter as the fucker screwed us anyway. “One more beer, then we head back.”
“How about a game of pool? Rematch from the other day,” Austin suggested.
“You’re on.”
We got up and Austin racked the balls for me. I rubbed the tip of my cue stick with the chalk block a few dozen times. Austin broke but didn’t get a ball in. “Call it!”
“I guess stripes.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” I stepped up to the table, lined my shot with the one-ball, and shot the cue ball across the table. Not only did it knock the one-ball in, but it also knocked the six. I lined it up again, aiming for the two-ball. I shot the cue ball and the two-ball effortlessly sunk into the pocket.
“Show off!” Austin teased.
“Three-ball, center pocket,” I announced, feeling cocky. I lined my cue ball up, and shit, I scratched, then it was Austin’s turn.
He studied the table and looked at all the balls and their positions. Then he lined up the cue ball for the back wall. Austin was a math whiz— he could figure out angles, which made him a killer pool player. He shot the cue ball across the table, it bounced off the back wall and slammed into the nine and eleven-ball across the table, sending them both into the pocket without scratching. He moved to the other side of the table, reached his long arms to raise the cue stick as a high angle, and took his shot. The cue ball crashed into the pile of balls, sending the five and eight away from the pocket and making the twelve and ten roll into opposite pockets. Two more strikes and he won the game. “I thought that was supposed to be a rematch.”
“You fucking asshole,” I said, but I pulled out my wallet anyway and paid him.
“Go again?”
I checked my wallet. “Not today, you’ll break me. Besides, game time is over. We have work to do.” We packed up the pool stuff and headed back to the table.
Chapter 6
Tony
We were sitting there drinking when Kara came in and sat with Reagen. I was still feeling bad for how I had treated her, but seeing her with Kara sent red flags. I had known Kara and Reagen knew each other once upon a time when they were both more present with the Saints, but Reagen left with Jacob and Kara left after she and her father had their falling out.
I watched them. They seemed to be tight, like they shared a secret, and I wasn’t cool with that.
“Since when are Kara and Reagen besties?” I asked Seth.
“Since they had coffee together this afternoon. I guess Kara wanted someone on her side, and she was checking up on Raegan. They were friends a long time ago,” Seth said.
“Wait a fucking minute, you knew? You knew Kara was planning to take over and you didn’t say a fucking thing?”
“She asked me not to.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m your Prez and you answer to me.” I slammed my beer on the table. “Seth, I think it’s time you were taught your place.” I stood up, ready for a fight. “I’m the goddamn Prez around here.” I threw a punch, but it missed. Seth stood his ground. He knew better than to punch back. I threw another punch, and this time, it struck Seth in the jaw, inviting him to swing back. He missed. I couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or what, but I didn’t care as I slammed him to the ground and started slamming my fist into his face. Kara jumped up and wrapped her arm around my neck.
“Let him go, Tony!” I released Seth and Austin pulled him to his feet. “You can’t lead if you’re going to be a hothead. Seth didn’t betray you. There was no reason to punch him.”
“This is a time of war, man. You have to keep your shit together,” Austin added. “Both of you. Now, sober up. We’re going to hold a vote in the morning.”
Austin and Seth helped me to Austin’s hog. I was too drunk to ride on my own. Seth took my ride while Reagen followed on his.
I hated Kara even more, and I grumbled about it as I headed to bed.
I guess I had the hots for her somewhere deep down because I ended up having a fucking wet dream about her against my better judgement.
I pictured her naked, straddling a Harley. Her body was covered in ink, a beer bottle in one hand, a cigarette in the other, her long hair hiding her tattooed nipples like Lady Godiva on her horse. She was a tatted goddess, and she was all mine.
She beckoned me to her, flicked her cigarette, and then leaned back, arching her back over her bike. She took my member into her sweet, hot, wet mouth and sucked it. Her tongue teased my balls like an expert whore. She kicked her legs up and wrapped them around my neck, bringing her wet, juicy pussy to my mouth. I buried my head in her sweetness.
At last, she dropped her legs back down and pulled her mouth away from me. I moved and straddled her bike. She raised her
