“Probably not, but we need to keep the money flowing, not to mention we’re going to need him onside real soon. Beefcake has always been good to the club, so it can’thurt to hear him out.” Shooter slid off the stool. “You seen Laney around? We need to show the Bangers agood time tonight and she’sgood at organizing that shit.”
Ishook my head. “She was outside earlier. Got in her car and left though. She doesn’thang around here much anymore. Ithink the shit with Axle and Harlow messed with her head.”
He scratched his long beard and sighed. “Yeah, Iknow. Ikeep telling her it wasn’ther fault, but she doesn’tbelieve me. Know she feels real bad about how it all went down.”
“She’ll come around.”
“I’mnot so sure.” Shooter reached into his cut and pulled out his cigarettes and lit one.
Ilaughed and gestured to the cigarette dangling between his lips. “Thought you quit.”
“Laney thinks Ihave too, but since she won’tgo near me or my cock anymore…”
Iraised an eyebrow, awarning to watch his mouth.
“Well, she ain’there right now so what’sthe fuckin’ harm, right?” He patted me on the shoulder and headed back to his office. “Get some prospects and get shit organized, Gauge.” He slammed the door shut behind him and closed the blinds.
Wasn’tsure Iagreed with getting into bed with the Bangers, but he was right: Beefcake and his club had always been good to the Highwaymen. And with all the shit going down with the Reverend and the Razorbacks, we could use all the friendly faces we could get.
Icalled over to acouple of the prospects and club whores. Ihad no interest in organizing any shit for that night; that wasn’tmy job. We were acouple of girls down since Laney wasn’tthere and Rose had left so suddenly. Rose was only one woman, but she did the work of five. Organizing the girls and keeping the place clean. She may have only been fucking Pops, but she was pretty enough to keep everyone’sattention regardless. Irealized Ineeded to head down to The Pit and enlist some extra girls for the night.
That was one job Iwasn’tcomplaining about.
Istood up and headed over to Crank and Sketch. Casa was off somewhere with Harlow, and Rider was passed out in one of the back bedrooms still recovering from his injuries. We were all beginning to worry about him. It wasn’tlike Rider to be off his feet for so long, and Iwas beginning to think that the pain meds he was taking were becoming more than they should have been. But how aman dealt with his shit was his business. At least for now.
Acouple of other brothers lingered around, but we needed men there to keep watch over the garage and the rest of the club. Things may have been settled with the Reverend, but the Razorbacks would be looking for blood real soon too.
“You two, follow me.” Igestured for the door and they both stood up and began to follow.
“Where we going?” Crank asked.
“Supplies for tonight. Need to pick up some food and beer and shit. Beefcake and the rest of the Bangers are coming in. Need to show them agood time, and we’re short-handed ‘round here since Rose fucked off to God knows where.”
Both men nodded as we headed over to one of the black vans we used for picking up supplies. Ithrew the keys to Crank and he caught them.
“Ineed to swing by Shooters and tell Laney to get her ass back here. Someone needs to keep this place in check. You two fuckers grab the usual for the party.” Istraddled my bike and grabbed my helmet. “We’ll be swinging by the Pit later.”
“What for?” Sketch asked.
“For tits and ass, brother, what else?” Crank laughed.
“For business, actually,” Ireplied, pushing my helmet on.
Crank looked solemn, his smile falling, and Ilaughed.
“Andtits and ass.”
We all laughed as Istarted my bike and took off out of the clubhouse grounds in search of Laney.
