Shadow
I roll to a stop and pull off my helmet. Pres stops beside me and does the same. “I like what they’ve done with the place,” he comments as his eyes rake over the building not too dissimilar to our own clubhouse.
“How close are you to this Ragnor guy?” I ask casually, and he eyes me with a smirk.
“You don’t like him?”
“I don’t know him.”
“Cos he’s got his eyes on the thief?”
I sigh. “I explained that, Pres. She ain’t bad, just desperate.”
“She must be to steal from me.”
“She put it back.”
“And she’s gonna work an entire shift for free, right?”
I groan. “Pres, she’s already on the bones of her arse. You gonna seriously make it worse for her?”
“I can have her hand chopped off. Your call,” he says, heading towards the clubhouse.
Ragnor swings the door open with a grin on his face. He claps hands with us both, and I force a smile. He catches the falseness, pulling me closer and slapping me on the shoulder. “Come now, brother, let’s not hold grudges. The girl is free and single, no? You know we have rules in this life about that shit.”
“Ignore him. He’s moody cos I want to chop her hand off,” Axel cuts in with a snigger.
Ragnor laughs. “Oh yeah, what for?”
“He misses the drama since the club’s gone quiet,” I tease, following them farther inside. “Now, he’s got to make shit up to entertain himself.”
Axel laughs too, shaking his head. “An enforcer who doesn’t want to remove body parts,” he says, glancing my way with an arched brow. “What use are you to me if you’re soft?”
“Now, now, kids,” says Ragnor, leading us into his office. “I’ve got some serious shit to discuss.” We take a seat. “Word is the Steels aren’t happy.”
“What’s new?” asks Axel, shrugging. “We took that strip joint fair and square.”
“I hear yah,” Ragnor replies, “but apparently, this is to do with us, The Hell’s Avengers.”
“What did you do?” I ask.
“They don’t like the new club in town,” he replies. “Should’ve expected it really.”
“They’re pissed cos they’re being pushed out,” says Axel. “Ain’t no fucker gonna waste time consoling them. I had one rule—they pitch up here but pay us our rent. They didn’t pay, I took compensation.”
“I’m just telling you what I heard,” says Ragnor, “in case they start making noise.”
“Let them,” I say with a grin. “We’ll be ready.”
Sasha bounds over like an excited puppy, her top low enough to showcase what she’s offering. “You look stressed,” she comments, hooking her arm through mine. “Need a relief?”
I unhook her from me. “Nah, I’m good.”
She pouts. “At this rate, I’ll have to start offering myself to the other guys,” she hisses.
I shrug, and she narrows her eyes. “You do what you gotta do,” I tell her, joining Kade at the bar. “Water,” I tell the prospect, who grabs me a bottle and passes it over.
“You upsetting Sasha?” asks Kade with a grin.
