Slider earned his name because he would slide in and out of states, never planting seeds anywhere. He’d been in Sunrise Valley for the longest, so it was safe to say he’d finally planted some roots.
“Aight, bet.” I revved up my bike. “Vipers, let’s roll.” I made the motion for everyone to pull off.
Everyone pulled off, and nothing but blue and chrome bikes filled the street as our engines roared. The cars, including the hearse, were covered on all sides. One would think it was a celebrity or something with as many bikes as it was on the road, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We had to send our boy off in style with one final ride.
When we got to the cemetery, I spotted a few of the Disciples, but as long as they kept their distance, we were good. When they pulled off, I veered to the left, while everyone else kept going. I saluted Tech since he was the closest one to me, then picked up speed to head to the clubhouse.
If I wasn’t around, Tech was in charge, and I knew he would have everything under control. I needed a minute to myself because Slim’s death really fucked with me, and the look in his sister’s eyes caused me to feel uneasy. There was no reason for her to look at me like that, because she didn’t know anything about me. Maybe she heard about the way I didn’t focus any ofmy attention on women. I fucked them and sent them on their way. There wasn’t anything else they could do for me. Both of my parents hated it, but it was what it was. I was never disrespectful, and I always told them what it was up front.
I knew my mom was mad because she wanted grandkids, but I didn’t see that in my foreseeable future.
When I arrived at the clubhouse, I parked my bike in front and headed inside. There weren’t many people around since they all were at the repass, but there were a few stragglers left behind.
“Hey, Kane. Do you want something to drink?” Drizzle, one of the chicks I fucked with, asked.
She was our main bartender, but I didn’t trust her that much. Hell, I didn’t trust her at all, so I was in the market for an official bartender. Drizzle was good, but too busy trying to find her next victim. Her name should have been Guzzler, since she liked to guzzle any dick she could.
“Yeah. Let me get a shot of tequila. You know which one I like.” I sat on the stool and looked around the room.
A few guys had a game going on the pool table. Some other ones threw darts at the board on the walls. Women dressed in damn near nothing danced in the middle of the floor as Symphony’s voice flowed through the speakers as she sang about fuck niggas. She was from the Valley, so I fucked with her music most of the time.
When Drizzle placed the glass in front of me, I removed my toothpick and tossed the shot back.
“I can help you relieve some stress if you need me,” Drizzle said as she leaned over the bar. Her titties almost fell out of her shirt.
I leaned forward and rubbed my hand over the star tattoo on her left breast. I smiled at my handiwork. I’d done the three tattoos she had. Not only was I the VP of the Vipers, but I alsoowned a tattoo shop. K’s Ink had been my shop for over seven years. Tattooing had gotten me out of some dark days when I dealt with the grief of losing my father.
Drizzle tried to get my name on her ass, but I refused. She wasn’t my girl, so she wouldn’t be stamped. The only woman I would allow to get my name would be my wife.
“Get me another shot, then meet me in my room.”
“I got you.” She scurried to get my shot, and I noticed an extra sway in her hips. She didn’t have to do all of that, though, because regardless, I was going to fuck her.
She may have been for everyone, but that wasn’t my problem. I never kissed her, I damn sure never ate her pussy, and I always strapped up. I also pulled out before I could even cum. I was not letting a cum bucket have the opportunity to trap me.
Drizzle handed me the shot, and I quickly took it back. Grabbing my helmet off the bar, I headed to the room I had on the second floor of the clubhouse. I had a home, but I would never take any of the women I fucked where I lay my head. It was either the bathroom or my room in the clubhouse. I wasn’t even trying to go to a hotel, because I didn’t need anyone to try to set me up.
Bitches knew what it was when it came to me, and they would take the dick any way they could get it. Some may call it cocky, but it was just facts to me.
It took all of five minutes for Drizzle to make it to my room and drop to her knees. For a few moments, I forgot about everything while she swallowed my dick. After I nutted, I strapped up, fucked her, then sent her on her way before I showered and took a nap until everyone else came back.
When they did, we would celebrate Slim the only way we knew how: music, women, and our bikes.
All eyes were on me from the minute I stepped inside the Vipers clubhouse. The air smelled like weed, cheap perfume, and chicken wings. I almost turned around, but I had to see things through. I had nothing but time on my hands, and I needed to get close to these people to find out who killed my brother. I could use the money as well since I wasn’t making any. I officially moved back home, so I could save what money I had in my bank account. I still had to pay my phone bill and other things like food. I liked to keep my hair braided, and it wasn’t cheap.
I heard they were looking for a bartender and figured that would be the perfect way in. My parents thought I should leave it alone, but I couldn’t. Someone needed to pay for what they did.
“You lost?” some chick at the bar asked as she smacked on some gum. Her perfume wafted toward my nose, and it made my stomach churn. Whatever it was smelled weird, and I didn’t like it. Her titties looked like they were going to pop out of her shirt, and her hair looked like she should have ran a hot comb through it. I wasn’t one to talk about women like that, but her aura was off from the second she laid eyes on me.
“No. I’m looking for Kane.”
I was told I needed to talk to Kane about the position, and I really didn’t want to.
“For what?” She rolled her eyes, then looked at me with anger.
She must have been a part of Kane’s stable and had taken her position seriously. I was the last person she needed to worry about. I was not here for that.
“For the bartender position.”
