"How would you know? You've never been to one," Burger teased.
"Shut the fuck up, Burger, and let me praise this good-ass food," Dragon said.
Burger laughed and nodded.
Ace laughed as well. "You're about to blow up the toilet soon, I bet."
Dragon nodded and chuckled. "Food was rich as hell. My stomach has been trained to have cast iron defense by eating all that prison shit. I ain't used to this luxurious meal."
Everyone laughed and nodded in agreement. The alcohol flowed as smoothly as the conversations. Dragon looked at Shotgun and shook his head. "Ain't you a model-looking motherfucker? No wonder you caught Gina's eagle eye."
Gina laughed then gazed at her husband with all of the love she felt. "Yeah, his looks are just my type, but it was his personality that won me over."
"Thanks, baby," Shotgun said, then kissed her.
"I'm glad you've found your place here. Gina loves you so much," Dragon said.
Shotgun smiled. "Yeah, me too." He looked at his wife and kissed her again, as he could never get enough of her. "I love her as well. She's my queen."
Dragon nodded because that's how he wanted his sisters to be treated by their old men. He toasted their relationship, then took a sip of his beer. Gina started telling him about their honeymoon and showing photos from her cell.
"Damn, that's nice," Dragon said, thinking he should take Richie someplace that nice.
"I saw a BMW bike out there; is that yours?" TT asked Shotgun.
"Why do you assume it's mine?" Shotgun asked with a chuckle.
"Because from what Burger told me about you... I know it's yours," TT shot back.
Shotgun laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it's mine. I own five motorcycles; two of them are Harleys, so don't worry."
"Five?" Dragon asked, eyebrows cocked.
Shotgun nodded. "Yeah, once I learned how to ride one, I just became obsessed. One is a 1951 Vincent Black Lightning, which cost me a little over nine hundred grand."
Dragon choked on the beer he'd been drinking, and Richie had to rub his back as he coughed to clear his airway. TT whistled, then finished off the beer he'd been drinking before switching to the hard liquor.
"Yeah, we all drooled over it for a fucking month after he showed it off," Ace said, smiling.
"I let Dasan drive it whenever he wants to," Shotgun said with a proud grin.
"Why not give him the bike?" Ace asked with a cocked brow.
Shotgun snorted. "I'm a Lord, not a fucking saint."
"You ain't a Lord—yet, but you will be. I already know you'll earn your patch," Burger said.
"I plan on it," Shotgun said with pride.
"My baby will surely earn that patch in a few months, and I know that he can't wait," Gina said and patted his thigh.
"Jesus Christ, how rich are you?" Dragon asked.
"Rude," Gina said, slapping her brother's arm. "Damn, how much did you work out to get this solid?"
"Every day for over five years, sis," Dragon said.
"To answer your question, I'm not filthy rich. I made some damn good investments, though. Gina and I will be moving out soon and into a mansion."
