I stepped out of his hold, and he grabbed my hand.We wandered through the back lot to the patio.Most of the men wore Riot MC cuts, but there were a number of men wearing cuts that had a different club name on them.“Devil Lancers”, and the bottom patch indicated they were from Augusta, Georgia.
“Hmph,” Ryan said under his breath.Then he leaned toward me.“Members of another rival MC are here, but Volt’s daughter is married to their president.I’m guessing they must have issues with Corrupt Chrome.”
A Riot MC Biloxi member twisted on a picnic bench and grinned.“Nickel!Heard you got yourself a woman.”
We came closer to the table and the man stood up.He wore a bandana around his bald head and the skin surrounding his blue eyes crinkled with his wide smile.
“Uncle Block,” Nickel said, grabbing his hand and doing the man-style hug with a resounding back slap.
“Good to see ya, brother,” Block said.
“Ivy, this is Block, he’s the treasurer of the Biloxi chapter.”
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Did you bring Heidi with you?”Nickel asked.
Block shook his head.“Nah.All the Biloxi ol’ ladies stayed home.”
“Good,” Nickel murmured.
“You looked freaked,” Block said.
I shrugged.“It’s more people than I expected so late on a Friday.”
Block chuckled.“No such thing as late on the weekends, but everyone’s hitting the sack soon.”
“They are?”Nickel said, taking the words out of my mouth.
Block’s eyes came to me for a loaded moment before sliding to Nickel.“No telling what’s happening tomorrow.”
“Got it,” Nickel said with a slow nod.“Who else came out from Biloxi?They’ll be pissed if they hear I talked to you, but not them.”
Block chuckled.“Since your dad just made the trip, he isn’t here and he’s taking care of Har’s body shop.Speaking of Har, you just missed him, Brute, Cynic, and Roman.”He tipped his head to the clubhouse.“Tiny and Mensa should be in the common room.”
We made our way through the throng of people on the patio and into the common room.
A tall, burly man with a silver beard and dark blue eyes stood across the room.His head twisted to a man leaned over a pool table.“Are you seeing this shit, Mensa?”
“No, and stop trying to distract me, Tiny,” Mensa, the man at the pool table, said.
The cue ball glided across the felt and clacked against the two-ball, knocking it into the corner pocket.
Mensa stood, looked at Tiny, then turned to us.“About fuckin’ time you showed up, runt.”
My eyes went wide hearing him call my man a runt because there wasnothingrunt-like about him.
Nickel smiled, let go of my hand and slapped Mensa on the shoulder.“Didn’t know all of you were headed out.”
“That’s by design,” Tiny said.His voice was deep, but held a sharpness to it that was both appealing and frightening.
Tiny edged closer to me.“You must be Ivy.I’m Tiny.”He tipped his head toward Nickel.“Don’t take any shit from him.You keep him in line.”
I laughed.“I’ll do what I can.”
Tiny nodded and wandered away.
Volt came in through the front door and gave me a chin lift.“Ivy.”His gaze skated to Nickel.“You need to rest up.We have a meet with Corrupt Chrome tomorrow.”
