Chapter One
ODIN
“Lookwho the fuck finally rolled in,” Ghost, president of the Mother Chapter, boomed from across the bar.
My head came up, and a smile spread across my face.
Dash and I had been on the road for the last three weeks, checking in with almost every club from Boston to Milwaukee. We even carved out time to pop in and see the Bastard Saints while we were in their neck of the woods, too.
Ghost pushed off the bar as we approached. “Odin.”
“Ghost.”
I shook his hand and bumped my shoulder against his.
Ghost turned to my best friend. “Dash.”
“Prez.”
They clasped hands and did the same bro hug before Ghost lifted two fingers at the prospect behind the bar. “Get these assholes a beer.”
The kid, who must be new because I’d never seen him before, grabbed two ice-cold Modelos from the well and twisted off the caps before sliding them across the bar.
“Thanks,” I murmured, tipping it back and draining half the contents in one pull.
Damn, that’s good.
Ghost watched me over the rim of his whiskey glass. “So… How’d it go?”
Dash’s eyes twinkled as he leaned one hip against the bar. “We stopped in to see the Bastard Saints in St. Louis. Pee Wee’s wife tried to shoot his ass.”
Ghost eyes went wide. “Bullshit.”
“Hand to god,” Dash said, holding up his left hand.
I nodded. “He finally divorced her ass and got remarried.” I still couldn’t believe it.
“And he’s re-married with another kid on the way,” Dash added.
Ghost shook his head, looking just as shocked as we had when the Bastard Saints VP had shared his happy news with us. “I never thought I’d see the day Pee Wee would kick Diana to the curb.”
“Pretty sure the pigs had a hand in that.“ I chuckled.
Smiling, Ghost took a sip of whiskey. “Good for him.”
I grunted my agreement.
Pee Wee deserved some fucking happiness. Diana trapped him in that marriage and made his life miserable for years. The manipulative bitch knew exactly what she was doing when she got knocked up and forced his hand. It was about damn time he’d finally gotten clear of her and found something better.
Ghost set his glass down on the scarred wood. “How’s your ma and the kid?”
Dash snorted into his beer.
Glancing over at my best friend, I flipped him off. He’d been listening in like the nosy bastard he was when Ma called a few days ago.
“Ma’s great. Reid, on the other hand, is on my shit list.”
Ghost barked out a laugh. “He’s sixteen. That’s pretty much his job, isn’t it?”
