Chapter One
When the buzzersounded and the gate opened, Zeke stepped through.
He swore it would be for the very last fucking time.
The fuck if he was going to say that out loud, because he might not be able to stick to that claim. Proof was the last two times he declared the same.
But,damn, did freedom smell good!
A lot better than his cellie who didn’t know how to wash his crusty ass properly. Zeke swore the fucker used their dirty toilet water to rinse his pits, too.
Dropping his bag of personal belongings at his feet, he pulled his cut free, shrugged it on, and instantly felt so much fucking better. His thumb swept back and forth over the rectangular embroidered patch that told the fucking world who he was:PRESIDENTof the best damn motorcycle club in the whole Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. If you asked him, in the whole fucking U.S.A.
Or at least that had been his rank before going in this last time. It might not be true anymore. If so, his DAMC familyhad managed to keep that shit from him so he wouldn’t flip the fuck out.
His nostrils flared as he sucked in more fresh air. He then glanced toward the parking lot to see who was waiting for him and grinned when he saw the familiar cage.
A vintage Pontiac GTO.
His grin grew with each stride as he headed toward his waiting ride. As soon as he opened the passenger door, he lobbed the plastic bag over the seat and into the back.
“Get in, asshole!”
Zeke gave his cousin a wait-a-minute finger, unfastened and dropped his jeans, making sure the screws got a clear view of a full moon. “Bite my fuckin’ ass!” he yelled and gave one cheek a sharp slap.
“Jesus, I think you blinded me with that ghost-white ass.”
He jerked up his jeans, shot Violet a smirk, quickly flipped his cut inside out before slipping it back on, then folded himself into the car.
Goddamn, did he miss this woman.
At least, when she wasn’t riding his ass. Which was often. Sometimes prison was the only time he got a break from his best friend annoying him.
“I’ve missed you, asshole. By the way, I never knew your dick was so small. I’d prefer to go back in time to before I saw it.” She shuddered dramatically.
He grunted, “Ain’t small.”
“Looked like a stunted button mushroom.” She gagged. “I’m never eating mushrooms again.”
“Fuck you, woman. How the fuck d’ya get a holda Diesel’s cage?”
Vi pressed an index finger against her lips and quickly glanced around like she was making sure the man her mothernicknamed “The Beast” wasn’t secretly lurking. “Shhh. He doesn’t know.”
A laugh burst from him. “Fuck, cuz. Only you’d get away with that shit. The rest of us would be tossed into a deep, cold-as-fuck quarry somewhere, never to be found again.”
“It had so much damn dust on it, I had to run it through the car wash so I could see out of the windshield. Since he rarely drives it anymore, he should just give it to me.”
“Yeah, sure. He’s gonna just give you the prized possession he’s had for decades and is probably worth a fuckload of scratch.”
Vi slapped a hand to her chest. “I’m his prized possession he’s had for decades. The firstandfavorite daughter.”
“Funny that you think you’re so damn special.” He settled into the bucket seat and side-eyed Vi. “You bring any smoke with you?”
He could see dark eyebrows rise above her sunglasses. “You mean on prison property, dumbass?”
“Guess you didn’t want to risk it. Pussy.”
She shot him a grin. “I definitely have one of those and I will not be flashing it at you or the guards.” She jerked her chin toward his side of the car. “Check the glovebox. Figured you’d need some after your last eight months of vacation.”
