Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Word is thatthe Satan’s Pistons aren’t too happy their club was torched. Too fuckin’ bad for the bastards,” Crow said as he watched the TV screen.
“Yeah. Hawk told me that they know it was us who did it,” Steel said as he came over to the table to join Muerto, Crow, and Goldie.
“Next time they won’t hide behind brick and mortar, the damn pussies,” Goldie said, looking at Steel’s plate. “Is Lena making burritos?”
“Yeah.” Steel took a bite. “They’re damn good.”
Goldie got up and walked toward the kitchen.
“I heard that the punks in the 39thStreet Gang are threatening to kick our asses.” Chains laughed. “I say bring it on. It’s been a while since we had a good fight.”
“Punks like them are the worst. Remember the shit the Skull Crushers pulled until we had to really beat their asses? They’re trying to be men and they just end up being fuckin’ pussies.” Diablo sat at the table next to Muerto, a plate with two steaming burritos in hand.
“We gotta keep on top of it. The punks are the worst to deal with because they don’t get the rules or have respect.” Steel took another bite of his burrito.
“Is Delarosa still hiding out?” Chains asked.
Steel nodded. “Seems that way.”
“Running scared. He’s a yellow-bellied motherfucker.” Diablo scowled as the brothers agreed with him.
“Hey, how’s the chick who got worked over by the fuckers at the pool hall?” Eagle asked.
“Jaime?” Muerto shrugged. “She said she’s good. She’s been talking to Brandy about it.”
“It’s a good thing Brandy wasn’t the one who was there that night. She wouldn’t have handled it as well as Jaime is.” Crow stood up. “I’m gonna get some food. You want a burrito, Muerto?”
He shook his head. “I’m good. I still don’t think it has anything to do with the fuckin’ Pistons or the punk gang.”
“I agree with you,” Steel said. “I think it was a random act. A couple of other businesses have been robbed in the last couple of weeks. Probably the same guys. The description Jaime gave us fits with the other robberies. We’ll get ’em.”
“We’re doing the badges’ work for themagain?” Army plopped down at Diablo’s table.
“Seems like we’re always doing it. Lazy sonsofbitches,” Diablo said. The brothers laughed.
“Muerto, you up for a pool game? I have to win my money back,” said Army.
“What makes you think you’re going to win?” Muerto answered as some of the brothers guffawed.
“Yeah, dude. You better be careful ’cause he’s probably getting late-night pool lessons,” Eagle said. The room roared and Muerto smiled.
“So what the hell are you doing with the chick? You should’ve moved on by now.” Army stretched out his long legs.
“I’m dating her.” Muerto braced himself. Sniggers, lewd noises, and whistles bounced off the clubhouse walls.
“Datingher? What the fuck does that mean?” Goldie asked as he cut into his burrito.
“You don’t know whatdatingmeans? I didn’t think you were such a stupid fuck.” Muerto crossed his arms.
Several brothers chuckled and Chains added, “Yeah. We know you think a chick’s for fucking, but sometimes it’s fun to go out for dinner or something before you fuck.”
“Why would I wanna do that?” Goldie countered.
“I’m with Goldie on this one,” Paco said as he sat down. “Chicks are for having a helluva good time when they’re naked. Not clothed.”
“Having a woman in your life is something you don’t know you want until you meet the right one. That’s how it was with Breanna. I fucking fought it all the way, but it didn’t help. I was hooked. I suspect that’s the way it is with you, Muerto,” Steel said.
