“Fuck me,” Cruz said.
“The board had a vote, and now we’re bringing the decision to you,” Blade said.
I stayed quiet. McKelle gripped Cruz’s hand. Kiss stood in front of Blue as they all stared at the front of the room.
“Dozer, this is your monkey and your circus,” Blade said.
Another Heller, the enforcer with a shaved head held a patch in his hand. “I’m going to need Cruz over here.”
Cruz kissed McKelle hard, jumped the rail, and weaved between the tables to the front of the room.
“Time to listen to your mom.” Rogue slapped Cruz on the back.
“I wasn’t sure this night was ever going to happen,” Dozer said. “There’re a lot of reasons a prospect might not get a patch right away, why it might seem he has to work twice as hard, for twice as long.”
“Just like Cruz’s dick pic in your phone,” someone yelled.
“I keep it in my phone as a reminder,” Dozer said. “More proof that my prospect is a lot like our VP. He’s known to go rogue. Rides too fast, tends to bitch too much, and on occasion sends a dick pic.” Dozer grumbled. “Good thing we’re not discussing your photography skills or the size of your dick.”
“I’m sure his old lady had him on his knees.” I don’t know who hollered, but it caused an eruption of laughter. “He’s got a bit of Bullet in him.”
“Nah, he wouldn’t have Bullet in him, although we’ve all heard the stories.”
“Fuck you,” Cruz said.
“You’ll have to be specific on that request,” the biker said. “You want to kick my ass or kiss it?”
“I’m sure he’s got a few kitten scratches,” someone else said.
I couldn’t keep all the names straight. But they all seemed to enjoy a good roast. Everyone except McKelle. Her brows furrowed as she glared at the guys around Cruz. The pissed off expression couldn’t be for her boyfriend since she’d been about to step out for a nine-minute fuck of some kind.
“You can ask Jinx.” More laughs filled the room.
A woman with long bleached hair and big tits blew Cruz a kiss.
Maybe I had it wrong. My gaze locked on McKelle.
Kiss had left Blue’s side and held McKelle’s hand. “It’s just talk,” she said.
McKelle’s lips trembled. “He promised.” She turned to Blue. “Was he here Saturday? He said he had to work.”
Blue didn’t seem to want to look her in the eyes. He stared at me then Kiss.
“Blue?”
He finally turned his focus to her. “He was around.”
“Was he working behind the bar?” McKelle snapped. “Blue, please, don’t lie to me. Just tell me.”
Blue released a heavy sigh. “I’m not lying to you, and I’m not covering for him. He wasn’t working, but if he’d gone with Jinx, I think he would’ve said something to me.”
I shifted my gaze to Cruz. He hadn’t turned away from the patch. He hadn’t seen the devastation on his girl’s face. What the fuck was wrong with him?Dude, tell your friends to shut the fuck up, walk away, and go to your girlfriend? It’s a fucking club logo.The shit talk wasn’t worth hurting McKelle.
“Cruz has proven he’s as loyal as our prez,” Dozer said.
“Loyal?” McKelle asked. “Maybe they should ask me.”
Christ. Had Cruz fucked around on her?
