“Knuckle up,” I warned him, just before I turned.
“What?” he mumbled, his hand hitching between us.
I wasn’t in the habit of warning folks twice. I swung like I meant to take the nose off his face. He moved, but not nearly fast enough. I caught his jaw and he buckled.
He was out cold.
I just knocked the president of the MC out. An original Steel Disciple. I imagined he’d be just as shocked as I was, when someone filled him in later. Not that I intended to stick around for that noise.
I fired up the bike just as Mak screeched from the clubhouse door, “What the fuck?”
I slung what rocks I could over him and his dad and let the engine scream my displeasure down the highway a bit. I wasn’t a dumbass; they’d look for the bike all over town until they found me. So, I eventually parked near the youth baseball diamond and cut through the streets on foot until I saw a sign on a door that read, opened.
The guy behind the counter looked up when the bell on the door announced my presence.
“Welcome to Antonio’s,” he called.
I glanced over my shoulder as a bike flew by and then another.
“Yeah, you, too.” I answered, not daring to give my back to the window. That Steel Disciples rocker was what they were looking for.
When I finally bumped into the counter and turned around, he was looking at me funny.
“That was a nice bike, did ya see it…?” I awkwardly mumbled.
“Yeah?” He looked up at the window and then back at me.
“Yeah. A it was a fatboy. Hey, let me get a flat crust supreme, would you?”
“You got it. What size?”
“Sm– Large,” I amended, when I remembered I was ordering for four this time.
I slid the phone from my pocket and hurriedly typed out a message to Daisy.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Meet the Club
Crystal
“What? Pizza?” Daisy looked confused, “I promised Crystal we’d eat at that seafood pla– Okay, alright. Pizza. We’ll be there– The park? Anthony… What is going on?”
She ventured away from the small group of saleswomen we’d been working with.
“It’ll be ready by tomorrow?” I double checked.
“Yes, by nine.” The more cheerful of the pair quickly responded.
I flashed her a smile, grabbed Joplin’s wrist and ventured after Daisy. She was hanging up by the time I reached her.
“What’s up?” I quietly pressed.
She slowly shook her head but didn’t look all that comfortable.
“Everything okay?”
“I’m not sure.” She smiled, casting a glance at Joplin, with a gentle shrug. “I guess we’ll find out over pizza.”
