“Fabulous. You found yourself a biker husband who’s even more of a positive prick than Apex. I didn’t think that was humanly possible.” I shh him and drag him into the kitchen, where I shove a roll of paper towels into his chest.
“Will you stop bringing him up! Go clean that mess you made.” Corvin sucks his teeth at me as he passes a now-dressed Joel on his way to do as I asked.
“Apex?” Fucking fantastic.
“What about him?” I ask, trying to make it less of a big deal.
“He a Bastard?” Ah, shit on a cracker.
“Mmhmm,” I start a pot of coffee so I don’t have to look at him.
“He gonna be an issue?”
I shake my head and then turn to face him head-on.
“Not unless you make him one. He’s a nomad, so he isn’t around much. His only real tie to the area was Danica, so I shrugged my shoulders and left the rest up to him to figure out.
“So you have no feelings for him?”
Well, that’s not right.
“He’s a friend. I’d be hurt if something happened to him.” I sigh when his eyebrow raises.
“Noted.”
8
JOEL
“Hey, Prez,” Twister answers my call as I drive up over the Delaware Memorial Bridge.
“I want info on a Nomad, Apex.” I zip my way through the traffic and fly through the toll plaza.
“What do you need to know? He’s a good man. I’ve known him for years.” I grind my teeth.
“I want to know what he’s had going on with Haven. Call him in for a meeting.” Twister curses, and I grin.
It’s become my favorite pastime to give him a headache.
“Fine. But you should know he’s been our number one informant for when the girls land on the docks. His ol’ lady died trying to save her vice president’s sister and nieces. So do me a favor and don’t piss him off?”
So, it’s not common knowledge that Haven took Danica’s place.
“Might want to call Church. I have information to share with you that you seem to be missing. If we’re going to take these fuckers down, then we all need to be on the same page. Set it for seven. I’m on my way in now.” I hang up when I see blue and red flashing lights behind me.
“Fuck,” I pull over onto the shoulder and turn my Harley off.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out all three of my IDs. Driver’s license, Military, and Concealed Carry. When I watch the officer walk towards me in my mirror, I reach up to remove my helmet.
“Afternoon, son. Do you know why I pulled you over?” I hold my helmet in my lap and shake my head.
“No, sir. Was I speeding?” I know for a fact I was, but I’ve got a feeling this has more to do with my colors than anything else.
The rockers on my cut are brand fucking new and shiny, which have been bringing me unnecessary attention lately.
“Toll evasion.” Really, is that the best he could do?
I tap the EZ Pass sticker on the front of my bike.
