“You know me, baby. A real rebel.” Threading my arms through my tee shirt and Islip on my boots. “See you later beautiful.” Winking at her I walk from my room just as Capone walks from Saylor’s.
I pull the door shut quietly behind me.
His eyes meet mine as I slip my good arm into my cut and point to my shot arm.
“Wanna be next then keep doing that,” I smile at him then walk down the stairs. Mrs H hands me a coffee as she slides a plate of bacon and eggs toward my seat at the bar. Flame is already digging into his. His eyes meet mine as he shoves his fork in his mouth.
“What,” I snap at him.
“Oh nothing, lover boy. Nothing at all,” he begins to laugh choking on his mouth full of eggs.
“Fuck you,” I spit at him. “What? Didn't get any morning head.” Raising his eyebrow at me I raise my fist to punch him in his smart mouth.
“HEY!” Mrs H snaps out. Our eyes never leave each other; his fork mid air and my fist dangerously close to his face.
“Never make decisions on an empty stomach. And no damn fighting at my clean bar. Take your schoolboy crap to the boxing ring in the gym,'' her sweet voice echoes.
“You’re lucky I love her like a mother and respect her more than your friendship, dick bag, or you would be eating from a straw about now,” I seethe at him picking up my coffee.
“Yeah. Yeah, lover boy. You’re all words. You know you love me more than morning head,” he laughs out as I choke on my coffee. He could just be right but morning head from Senna would be pretty hard to beat.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Viper
“First order of business,” Ace says as he lowers himself slowly into his chair. He looks like shit. I am sure sleep didn't find him at all last night, but a bottle of scotch did by the smell radiating off him is anything to go by.
“Nitro, what do ya have to report?” Ace and my father sent Nitro on a run to investigate a new deal for the Reapers. They are a club we are in with from NY. They have a gun deal that they need us in on as it’s coming through our waterways. They are the type of club we could really call on in the future. They have three clubs under them. Three big and powerful clubs not to mention the Reaper himself, Ghost. So, they wanna run guns with us and have us buy their stock weapons. They could come in handy with this new Devils Knights demand over our heads. We don't work on demands nor threats, but a steady number of guns would definitely come in handy right about now.
Ace sent Nitro out to meet with an underground gang that the Reapers had word on that had the amount they were after plus extra for us. They are based in the mountains two towns over from us. So close yet I hadn't even heard of them.
So, Nitro was sent out to check out their credibility and their stock then report back to us for a vote.
“Yeah, well about that, Boss. They seem sketchy as fuck. A right shit bag type operation, if you ask me, Boss.” Nitro leans back in his chair placing a joint between his lips. He's never not smoking that shit. It's like cigarettes to him. I hear the crackling of the weed as he sucks it deep into his lungs.
“The containers that have the guns stored in them are buried into the side of the mountains. There are four containers two blue and two red. They took me to the blue ones and the guns inside them are beat to hell. The AK-47s and the AKA’s that we are after were in such bad shape, Boss. They had scratches all over them. Dings and dents, different color parts attached that I actually refused to test them out. They got really stiff and rude with me when I said nah, I'm good on testing them out. But what really made me nervous and take a step back was the fact that they were so damn eager to sell them. The deals they were throwing at me would have me coming in my jeans if they were any good. They wanted them out of there and fucking fast. I asked what was in the other containers and with that they became dark and pushy. Then they had a guy follow me back to the shit house motel I was at.” Rubbing my hand over my jaw I smell that faint scent of Senna on my fingers. A low groan ripples up my chest as my cock pushes against the zipper of my jeans.
“Think they're hot?” Ace asks, looking at all of us as my dad runs his fingers through his hair. He also looks like shit.
“Hey,” I speak up. “Can I speak?” I ask as it’s a church meeting and I'd rather be respectful and not get shot again. Ace looks at my father and they both nod.
“So, the other week I was at a bar on the other side of town. Just a seedy, run down bar that has good cheap liquor.” Looking around the table all eyes are on me and Flame has a smile so wide on his face that it has me wanting to slap it off sideways.
“Drowning some sorrows were you brother,” he chimes in.
“Shut up, dick.” I kick him under the table.
“Fuck you, Viper. You know your lady troubles was it” he winks at me the dick bag. We go a long way back him and I. He knows me so well, but right now I wanna shoot his smart ass. “You’re a fuc-”
“That's fucking enough, you two,” my dad barks out while the rest of the boys stifle a laugh.
“This is the problem with this club. No RESPECT. You older men are allowing these younger men to speak like they own the damn world,” Wise guy speaks up at the end of the table.
“I know I said you all need to let them have more say and input, but this bickering shit does my head in. Now, Viper, carry on,” he screams authority. We all listen and sit up a little straighter.
“Oh, and Nitro, put that fucking joint out will you. The smell fucks with my sinus.” Nitro nods stubbing it out fast.
“Sorry, Wise guy,” he stammers out pulling his body up and sitting straight in his chair. I steal a glance at Flame as he smirks at me shaking my head. He's a fucking dick. A childish dick bag.
