Drizzle couldn’t wait to call me and tell me what Munch did, like I was supposed to do something about it. She shouldn’t have continued fucking with her. In my opinion, she got what she deserved. Little did Drizzle know, just hearing about and picturing it made my dick hard. Probably everything Munch did made me hard. I knew Drizzle got mad when I laughed, but I couldn’t help it. I told her a long time ago to stop bothering people who wasn’t thinking about her. As I thought about it, I realized Drizzle was a damn bully, but she only bothered women who she thought wouldn’t say anything back. Most of the time, they didn’t, but she fucked around and found out with Munch.
Drizzle had stayed away from the club since the incident, but I knew she would return sooner or later.
I only had a couple of clients for the day because the club had a meeting scheduled. I wondered if Beast would show up because he still moved funny, and I couldn’t get hold of him to find out what was up with him.
After my last client, I cleaned up the room and headed out. I’d hired a good manager, so I didn’t have to be at the shop unless I was doing tattoos.
The sun beamed down as I walked toward my bike. My engine roared when I turned the key. I sat on the seat for a second to put my bag on my back and get my music right. Once I was ready, I took off toward the clubhouse.
When I arrived, I parked in the front and headed inside. Weed smoke filled the air since some of the members liked to smoke. I did occasionally, but it wasn’t a necessity.
Munch and I locked eyes when she looked in my direction. Everyone waited for me, but I had to speak to her first.
“What’s up, Munch? Everything good around here?”
She smiled, and my heart jumped. “Yes. Today was great.” She leaned on the bar and whispered, “Should I leave?”
I could feel multiple eyes watching our interaction, but I didn’t pay them any attention. The meeting would start whenever I was ready for it to start.
“Nah, I want you to stay. See how we do shit around here.”
“Um, okay. Do you want something to drink before you start?”
“I’m good, thanks.” I smiled and winked. “If you feel more comfortable, you can stay over here. It’s up to you.”
Munch had gotten familiar with everyone, but I knew she liked to play the background as much as possible since she wasn’t a member.
“Aight, everyone. Let’s get down to business,” I said as I took the seat at the front of the room.
Whenever we had a meeting, the tables and chairs were moved around to resemble a meeting room instead of a bar.
The meeting started with Isis going over our financials, as far as the money we raised for our upcoming fundraiser.
“That’s good. Make sure to set up a haircutting station for the boys, and something for the girls as well,” I told her.
She used her iPad to take notes.
“Fred has informed me that his load has been lighter, so either y’all are taking care of your bikes, or you ain’t checking them. Make sure you are getting the proper service work done because we don’t want anyone breaking down in the middle of a long ride if it could be prevented.”
Fred was our in-house mechanic. He and his team made sure our bikes ran the way they were supposed to at all times. He’d been with the Vipers for a while, but he typically didn’t ride with us. I knew how to fix some things, as well as Rico, Slider, and a couple of the other members.
“Speaking of rides, do we have our next trip mapped out?” I asked as I turned toward Rico.
“We do, but I found out Seventh Street is going to be closed that day, and I haven’t figured out an alternate route yet.”
I saw Munch come from behind the bar and walk toward us.
“If I could suggest something, maybe instead of going from Main to Seventh, how about taking Jefferson to Wilson to the highway. That would help going through some of the residential streets.” She pushed her glasses up when she was done talking and looked down at the floor.
Rico, Tech, and Slider looked at me with smirks, while Carmen and Isis wore smiles. Munch’s suggestion was good, but it was nothing to be all smiley over. The five of them acted like it was more than what it was. They all knew me well and knew I started to develop feelings for Munch too. I also knew Carmenand Isis had befriended her, but I wasn’t sure how much of me they discussed.
I was sure everyone was waiting for me to say something, but for a second, I was lost in the way Munch looked. Her dark jeans hugged her small curves. She had on a Vipers T-shirt, and the thought of her wearing nothing but my vest had my dick pushing against my boxers. Her braids were pulled back, highlighting her pretty ass face. I watched her thin neck when she swallowed, and I wanted to wrap my hand around it while I fucked her.
Munch didn’t know how much she had me in a chokehold just by being in her presence. I wondered if she was as innocent as she looked.
I cleared my throat and focused on the meeting.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Rico, check out the route to make sure it’s good. Thanks, Munch.”
