Little asshole storms off and I make a note to speak to our prez about Hemi’s attitude. Normally, it’d be my job to discipline his insubordinate ass, but since we seem to have an issue, it should fall on someone else. I’ll toss that problem in Prez’s lap after church.
Speaking of—Prez steps out of chapel and whistles. His way of callin’ all our asses in to sit down.
He slaps me on the back as I pass him. “’Sup, Dante?”
“Wanna speak to you after about somethin’.”
“You got it.”
Romeo’s a fair president. Solid guy. Been leading our club for five years now. His name is a fuckin’ joke. Never met a scarier motherfucker.
Besides myself, of course.
Brothers hustle to the table. We’re outlaw bikers who live outside society’s conventions, but we don’t fuck around when it comes to our own rules. Everyone gets his ass to church on time.
Or else I beat the fuck outta them.
Just ’bout all our penalties for breakin’ a rule involve a beatdown or payin’ money into our common fund.
It’s a good system.
Pain and money. Two things outlaws understand well.
We go through club business quickly. Someone’s gotta take a run down to Mexico. This year I’ve done more than my fair share of runs. I got a lil’ bitch I wanna spend some time with, so now I ain’t goin’ anywhere.
“Hemi ain’t done a trip to Mexico yet. Send him and Viper down,” I suggest.
Romeo glances at Hemi. “You up for it? Over the border can be tricky, but Viper knows the ropes.”
Hemi glares at me. “Yeah, no problem.”
Good. Fucker will be outta my face Wednesday. Lil’ Karina and I might not still be a thing five days from now, but fuck if this kid is gonna get away with tryin’ to tell me where to stick my dick. I’m the least of that girl’s problems. At least I wanna help her out.
I realize I’m so fuckin’ annoyed because if he’s so damn concerned about her welfare, why the fuck ain’t he takin’ care of her? Why the fuck she walkin’ through that bombed out ghetto to get to school every day? Why she livin’ in a house with hardly any food in it?
Why is she so eager to pick up guys like me?
CHAPTER FIVE
Dante
The restof church went by quickly. Two hangarounds want to move up to prospects and it’s up to me to do a background check. It can wait until next week. Nothing is going to stop me from spending this weekend balls deep in Karina.
I’ve earned it.
After the guys file out, Romeo lifts his chin at me.
Some of my anger has lessened. Especially now that Hemi will be out of my hair and with any luck rotting in a Mexican prison next week.
Don’t worry; we’ve got connections to get him out. Although I like the idea of letting him sweat it out for a few days.
“I’m cool. Thought I might have an issue with Hemi, but I think we got it worked out.”
“Okay. Think he’ll survive this run?”
“Yeah.” While he’s an annoying little prick, he’s smart. “He’ll be fine,” I add.
“Got plans this weekend?”
