“He might be interested in becoming an Angel.”
“Is his sled pink?”
“Wh—”
“Figured you meant he wanted to be one of your Furry Angels.”
“It’s Angels ofFury, you dick.”
“Same shit.”
“And, no, he can’t join our club. We don’t allow men.”
“Huh. Sounds like you discriminate.” He shot her a toothy smile.
What was good for the goose…
“Has to do withtradition. Wouldn’t want to break that,” she reminded him of his own words.
“Good that you get it. Who’s gonna sponsor him? Grim, Ghost, or T-Bone?” Leo, Chance and Ty were current Shadows, taking after their fathers, but unlike their fathers, they also rode with the DAMC.
“Nobody.”
“Don’t got a member named Nobody.”
“Zeke.”
“Vi. That dude wants to be a prospect?”
“No.”
Zeke shook his head. “Women. So damn confusin’.”
“He was a freaking sniper in the Marines, Zeke.”
“So?”
“If you have his back, he’ll have all of yours. Get it now?”
“No, since the Shadows always had the club’s back.”
“Right, when the owner was a part of the DAMC. I wasn’t good enough to be a member and was told to fuck off, remember?”
“You ain’t the owner, Vi. The club is. You just manage the fuckin’ place.”
She threw her head back and laughed. Actually threw her fucking head back.
She pointed to her lap. “You want to sit in this seat andmanagethis crew? You can hardly manage sitting at the head of the table. Most of the time that seat’s empty. This business doesn’t run itself.”
“What’s his body count?”
“I’m sure the number is higher than you have fingers. And toes.”
“Have one of the guys bring it to the table. All of us had to prospect, includin’ them, so don’t expect him to not have to go through the same shit.”
“You guys can make an exception in this case.”
“We can fuckin’ vote on it, but don’t expect it to go in his favor. He don’t wanna prospect then?—”
