TWENTY-TWO
Fatigue and exasperationshowed on every Knight’s face at the church meeting. They were now held daily at the machine shop. Quillon didn’t like it much, as it disturbed his business, but it was simpler to stop production for an hour there rather than kick patrons out of the titty bar.
Cam tried to concentrate on the discussion, but his mind kept wandering back to the previous night and the turning point connection he’d made with Sabrina. She truly belonged to him now, hook, line, and sinker. After dinner, he took her upstairs, where he made her come again and again. He licked his lips as he remembered her flavor and the sounds she made just before she orgasmed. He did it with his mouth for the first round, and then she climbed on top and rode him for the second. Her breasts moved naturally as she ground herself on his cock, taking him far inside her depths. The cast made it awkward, but it didn’t stop him from adding his own thrusts. She demanded it hard and fast, solidly in the driver’s seat as she took the lead and brought them both to complete fulfillment.
Quillon rapped his knuckles on the table, breaking into Cam’s erotic daydream. He leaned forward to hide the partialerection in his jeans and brought himself back to the business at hand.
“The rally raised a nice sum for the Hob family despite the shooter. Tracie and I took a check over to Mira, and she cried all over us. Said she’s gonna move to Fieldale, Virginia, some little town where her mom lives. There’s more family support for her and the kids there. She’s selling the business, or at least the tools and contents. Few people go into shoe repair anymore. Damn shame.”
Wolf grunted as he shifted on his metal chair. “That’s some good news, at least. Let her know we’re available if she needs bodies to help her get squared away and packed up.” His eyes roamed the table. “Specs says there are four women who won Date Knights. You boys get those set up ASAP.”
Specs nodded animatedly, like a bobblehead Funko toy. “I have all of their contact information in a spreadsheet. Make sure I have everyone’s email and I’ll send the details later.”
“Do we get to fuck them?” Ratchet grinned.
Cam cursed under his breath. Ratchet had a one-track mind that always led to a bedroom, or at least a blow job.
Melter snorted. “Did you get the fat one?”
Ratchet jerked his head. “Hey, man, I don’t mind a little more cushion for the pushin’. Just aim for the wet spot and ride the waves.”
Wolf’s eyebrows came together in irritation. “Don’t be an asshole, ya jagoff. That’s up to the woman. She wants to fuck, have at it, but you make damn sure if it’s a one-time thing, she knows it. If she doesn’t want to fuck or has a problem with a one-nighter, you better show some respect and leave her alone. Take her out and be a gentleman, understood? We got eyes on us now because of that video of Cam going viral. More customers at the titty bar asking about joining us. More women coming around tocheck us out. We got people greeting us on the streets now, like old friends. We do not want to fuck this up.”
Ratchet’s face fell a bit, but he nodded his agreement. “Got it, boss.”
Wolf tapped his fingers on the table. “I heard Raquel is back. Does Scrap know?”
Baghouse squirmed under the club’s scrutiny. He locked eyes with Cam and let out a long sigh. “Yeah, he knows. Bitch called him a few days ago.” He hesitated, then sighed again. “I might as well tell everyone. Scrap isn’t doing too good. He’s got… fuck… he’s gonna lose his shit for me saying this, but yinz will find out anyway. He’s got kidney disease. He’s been diabetic for years but never did anything to take care of it, and now he’s paying that price. His kidneys are shot, and he’s looking at long-term dialysis or a transplant.”
A jolt hit Cam’s gut as the rest of the Knights learned what their founder dealt with these days. Now that the news was out, collective whistles and curses circled the tables. Scrap might be the most cantankerous man to deal with in the club, but he was still a member and a former president.
Wolf took a breath and stilled his moving hand. “Cam? Has anything been confirmed about him and Sabrina being related?
“Not yet. Supposed to happen soon, though. Maybe a week or two.”
Wolf grunted an acknowledgment but continued with the agenda. “Keep us informed, yeah?” He lifted his hand and jammed it over his face. “Christ on a cracker. I’ve been talking with Denny regularly about shit going down. He’s updated us, but the problem is, he doesn’t have anything different. I asked him about the cop patrols, and he said he would hold off for a few days, but if one more business gets firebombed, he’s gonna be up our asses every day.”
Cam hated the idea of police trolling the area, but if the Knights couldn’t keep their promise of protection, then few options remained.
Wolf’s appearance was haggard and full of fatigue. Cam bet the president wasn’t sleeping too well right now, and he couldn’t blame the man. He carried a heavy weight on those broad shoulders.
They only needed one break. One clue. One piece of information that would lead them to the jagoffs who’d already hurt so many people and killed two.
His eyes roamed the table and landed on Specs. The man had a weird grin on his face. Cam found it strange, but Specs was strange anyway. Still, it wasn’t appropriate given the topic. “Yo, Specs. What’s so funny?”
The man jumped as he was called out, eyes wide behind his thick glasses. “Oh… um… nothing. I was thinking ’bout Ratchet and his date. I guess he’ll have to modify his suspension for that size woman.”
“Didn’t I just say something about showing some respect?” Wolf growled.
Specs dropped his eyes like a good beta. “Sorry, sir.”
Cam wasn’t happy about it either, but there was a lot happening, and all the Knights needed to be on the same page. It bothered him that Baghouse, a senior member, would keep the news of Scrap’s failing health to himself for so long, but he figured the man had his reasons. It bothered him, too, that the older Knights had purposely hidden their lives outside of the club. Maybe it was a privacy thing, but his strong belief was if the Iron City Knights were to become a solid group, they needed to start with brotherhood and forge trust between themselves. That meant if one member was sick, they rallied around for support. If another member needed help in whatever form that required,they showed up with working hands. If someone was in trouble with the law, they would break a few to protect one another.
The meeting was dismissed with no resolutions or progress. Ratchet made a few more sex jokes, but no one laughed. Stalemate caught Cam’s attention with his stoic expression. That man was colder than ice and had the emotional equivalent of a rock. If his “date” had any expectations of a bright future with him, they would be dashed in a heartbeat.
Cam’s phone buzzed, and he swore softly when he spotted the name. Heading off to the side, away from the others, he answered. “Now is not a good time, Tammie.”
“Iz id ever a good time?” The drunken voice laughed at the other end of the connection. “I won’t bodder you again. Promise. I jus’ need a liddle help to get m’self to-gedder. I’ll pay you back.”
