I was definitely breaking the terms of my probation by being here. I’d thought I was done looking for trouble. But fuck it. Trouble found me, and it felt good.
“A friend of Kiss,” Sully repeated my name, answering Tank’s question. And as if saying her name conjured the girl, Kiss bounced out of the MC.
“I know Kiss, Blue, and McKelle,” I said and gave Kiss a wave as she approached. “But don’t blame them for inviting me. That’s on Romeo.”
“Hi.” Kiss gave me a hug, then scooted over to Sully.
He wrapped his arm around her. “Hi, peanut. You doing okay?”
She nodded. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” she said to me. “I know Ryatt from my meetings,” she said to the others around the barrel.
Well, fuck. I guess if I wanted in their club, they’d have to know the details of my record. I’m sure it would look like kiddie crimes next to this guy’s rap sheet.
“You look good, peanut,” Tank said. “Gotta say, I did easy time when I see how good things are now. Makes it all worth it.” A soft smile found Tank’s lips. “Wish I could have spit on Razor’s grave, and I wish Texas could’ve been here to see it.”
“Razor’s burning in hell,” Jazzy said. “I wouldn’t spit to put out the fire.”
“You sure you don’t have balls and a big dick under your skirt?” Tank asked her.
She pursed her lips. “You should ask Rogue.”
“Ah, Tank, don’t get her going.” Sully’s face pinched. “I’m still pretending my sweet girl is somewhere under all that attitude.”
Tank leaned into her. “I’m sure Rogue digs deep to find it.”
“Every fucking day,” she whispered back.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Sully grumbled. “I don’t want to hear that shit.”
Tank laughed, stuck his hand out to me, and I shook it. “Are you looking to prospect?”
Romeo had explained the club, the process of going from hanging around the MC, to prospecting for the patch.
“Yeah, maybe. I thought I’d hang around for a while,” I said, feeling good saying the words. “Congratulations. I hear we’re celebrating your release.”
“It’s good to be home.” He kissed Jazzy’s temple. “Who needs a PO with this ballbuster wearing the SaA patch.”
“If you get Ted Vernal as your PO, ask for someone else. He’s got an obsession with giving UA’s.” Although Tank might get away with pissing dirty if his dick was built like the rest of him. Ted would want daily check-ins.
Tank cocked a brow. “Are you on parole?”
“Probation,” I clarified. “I got off lucky.”
“Sometimes, the universe conspires in your favor,” Jazzy said.
“You and your fortune cookie advice.” Tank wrapped an arm around her. “Come on. I need a drink, and I want a kitten on my lap.”
“It’s good to have you home,” she said.
Tank kept a brotherly arm around her shoulders and disappeared with her into the old church.
Maybe I’d finally have a run of good luck. If I hadn’t been popped for drugs, I wouldn’t have been at treatment, wouldn’t have met Kiss, and wouldn’t have Mike—Romeo—back in my life.
“Romeo’s inside,” Kiss said. “He’s usually at the president’s table with the rest of the board. But you can hang with me and Blue.”
I followed Kiss into the church. The chapel was packed and loud. Music and chatter filled the room. There was a line at the bar, and a couple of guys double-fisted the taps, pouring drafts. Another guy mixed drinks. Food filled tables along the wall, and the sound of billiards cracked from the platform to the left.
Luck was a bitch, too. A familiar ache burned in my chest. As Kiss pulled me along with her, my gaze was locked on the blonde bent over the pool table. A cropped T-shirt gave me a glimpse of smooth skin above low-riding tight jeans molded to her ass.
