“Ah, Prez. You crack me up,” he said standing tall.
A door opened catching my attention. All our heads turned to see what was going on. I growled when I saw Dick. He was dressed in a beige suit and matching cowboy hat. He was living up to his name because now he looked like a walking dick.
“Hello there, Roark,” Dick said walking toward me. Several of the MC’s prospects stepped between him and I. Dick chuckled. “Now. Now. Where’s the hospitality?”
“There isn’t any around here for bastards like you,” I said and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“Now, that there is a problem, Roark. I mean, I thought we could talk businessman to businessman.”
“Did you not get the clue the last time we met, Dick?” The man frowned at my words.
“Richard or Billingsworth is the name to you, boy. Only my friends call me Dick.”
“But Dick fits you so much better,” I smirked. The brothers around me laughed only fueling Dick’s anger. “You have one minute to say what you have to say and then fuck off.”
“Mind your tone, bo–” One of Dick’s men began to say. One of the prospects launched at the man and pinned him against a nearby SUV.
“You watch who the fuck you’re talking to. That’s our president, you piece of shit,” the young prospect spat. Dick’s man struggled beneath the prospects hold, but he was no match in strength. The prospect didn’t budge.
“You can release him,” I laughed. The prospect looked over his shoulder at me.
“You sure, Prez? I don’t mind ripping his head off.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” The kid had spunk. I’d have to find out his name later on and have Banshee train him to be an enforcer. The kid had good instincts and loyalty, which were great qualities for an enforcer.
The prospect released the man then took his place in front of me once more.
“We came here to be civilized, Roark,” Dick sneered. “Afterall, we didn’t come on your property without asking.”
The man thought he had pulled a fast one on us. He was looking for any reason to hem us up with the law. He was hoping we’d throw the first punch. The prospect hadn’t thrown a punch, but he had put his hands on the man.
“Ah, Roark. Roark. Roark. Whatever will you do?” Dick shook his head and grinned.
“You hit our property as soon as you hit the gravel road two miles back,” I smirked. “And, you hit the jammers about the same time so don’t bother trying to make a call...Dick.”
Dick’s hands balled into fists. His nostrils flared and his eyebrows furrowed. His heart rate was sporadic. I had struck a nerve.
“Did you come here to pay me back for the shipments you damaged?” A chuckle coated my words as I spoke. “I’d settle for an apology and call it even if you’d like.”
A man like Dick would never apologize. Not even if his life depended on it. The man lived up to his name. He was a self-centered ass clown.
“Neither,” Dick gritted. “I’m here to offer you the same deal I gave you a few days ago, except a million dollars more on top of the price tag.”
“I guess fuck off the first time didn’t compute in that tiny brain of yours?” I growled.
“Oh, it computed. I was just hoping that you’d come to your senses so that things didn’t have to get…,” he pretended to think long and hard. “... messy.”
The smirk that crossed the man’s face made me want to rip him limb from limb. He was threatening our MC and out in the open. His words weren’t just a threat, but a challenge to me. He was trying to bait me. And my leopard half was ready to show him exactly how I handled challenges.
My phone notifications went off snapping me from my bloodthirsty haze. It wasn’t the time to be messaging, but I needed a distraction. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and read the message. My lips curved into a smug grin.
“Well, looks like we’ll be heading back inside, but be sure to enjoy your walk home,” I laughed then signaled for the guys to head back to the clubhouse. I heard the gates close behind us. Dick called out a few things to me, but nothing that made me stop walking.
“Hey, Prez. What made you walk away?” Ry asked, walking up beside me.
“Goddamn it! How are ALL the tires flat!” Billingsworth roared off in the distance, making me smile.
The bastard was going to have one hell of a walk off of our property. I’d make sure of that.
309
Kendra
My head spun from the change of events and also the wine. Banshee, as Roark had called her, had led me into a room that stretched the entire right side of the first floor. Pillars supported the weight of the building when necessary but, otherwise, the room was wide open. Couches and other seating were scattered throughout along with a collection of about ten tables of differing sizes. There were a couple of pool tables in the center and dartboards hanging on the walls. And, at the end by the entrance from the kitchen was a bar that stretched along the entire wall.
The room was a man’s paradise. And, truthfully, I wouldn’t mind spending some time just hanging out and enjoying the atmosphere myself.
Banshee was currently standing by the window with her phone in her hand. She was mumbling to herself. Something about being left behind babysitting when she should be by the dumbass’ side. Her words, not mine, but I was pretty sure she was talking about Roark.
I wandered closer to Banshee as voices started coming from her phone. I pretended to look out the window as I sneaked a peek at the screen. She was playing what appeared to be a live video feed of the front gate.
Several bikers were surrounding some expensive-looking SUVs as someone walked into
