“They were some juicy gashes.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Am I right?”
I lift my shoulder in a shrug. “They were okay.”
“Just okay. Cheri has a—”
“Cherry,” I correct him.
“What?”
“Her name is Cherry, not Cheri.”
“Fuck her name, bro.” He blows out an exaggerated breath. “Her name could be Fido for all I care. The point is that bitch has a super soaker and Ryan—”
“Riley,” I correct him again, but he ignores me and keeps talking.
“—has the longest nipples I’ve ever seen. Fuck, is that a birth defect or something? Shit, I don’t even give a damn. Them things are amazzzzing.”
Cricket has fucked every club twinkie. He doesn’t discriminate. All pussy is the same to him.
“Draco is pissed at you,” he states, changing the subject. “He could’ve spit nails.”
I snort. “When is he not pissed at me?”
Cricket chuckles. “True, true.”
“Where is he?”
“He left about an hour ago,” he responds.
“We should ride too.”
Church is usually held at The Sanctuary, but there’s an office for the scarce meeting at home too. Some heavy shit must’ve gone down. I got two more missed calls from Zeus while showering. We hustle through the crowd and step into the warm night. A few prospects man the electric fence, ensuring no foes slip onto the property.
“What do you think happened?” Cricket asks.
“No clue, but it must be serious.” I straddle my Harley and slip my helmet on.
If any of our enemies stepped out of line, there’s going to be hell to pay.
I’m barely inside the foyer before Mayhem and Harley plow into me, nearly knocking me to the porcelain tile.
“Hey, chill out,” I gripe, but the spoiled Dobermans bark in protest, rearing up on their hind legs.
These two are always on me the second I walk through the front door. Sneaking past them would take ninja-level skill. I’ve had the sister and brother since they were pups, going on two years now. Both have black-and-rust coats with amber eyes. From a distance, it’s easy to mistake one for the other.
I stoop to my haunches, and wet tongues greet me in welcome.
“Nasty.” Cricket gags. “Dude, you’re gonna smell like dog ass.”
“Shut up. You’re ruining a beautiful moment.”
“Whatevs, butt-crack face. I’ll be in the living room,” he says and strolls down the long hall. Cricket is like a son to Zeus, but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed in Church.
“Got shit to handle right now, but I’ll take you delinquents on a walk later.”
They circle me in unrestrained excitement, catching on to their favorite word. I give both a pat on the head before making my way to Zeus’s office. I stop at the console table next to the closed door and drop my mobile device in the ceramic bowl along with the others. I saunter into the room, and Draco promptly voices his grievances.
“We’ve been waiting over an hour!” he bellows, neck tendons stretching taut. “Your cavalier attitude ends today.”
