Shaking his head, he laughed out loud.She’s turning me on, just like that. Damn. She gets to me real good.
Goldie:Fuck, I wish u were here. I got a real itch for u.
Hailey:When I get back, I’ll make up for lost time.
Goldie:Damn straight.
Hailey:My friends r trying 2 take my phone away. Better go.♥♥
He stared at the screen, wanting their conversation to go on until she came back. He missed falling asleep and waking up next to her. For someone who never spent the night with women, he didn’t think he would miss her in his bed as much as he did.
Taking another gulp of beer, he focused his attention on the conversation at the table. He couldn’t keep mooning over her.I’m acting like a damn pussy.
“I heardEasyriderscontacted you to have your bike on the cover of their magazine,” Army said.
“Yeah. I was blown away,” Goldie said.
“Fuckin’ awesome!” Muerto said.
“A rep from the magazine saw my bike at the rally in Laughlin. He was drooling over it. All the custom chrome and hand-painted zombie apocalypse stuff on the body gave him a hard-on. If it were a woman, he would’ve fucked her until the end of the rally.”
The brothers guffawed, and the conversation settled on Harleys, Sturgis, and poker runs that netted the best money and women.
After a few hours of motorcycle talk, drinking, and playing pool, Goldie walked out with Army, Muerto, and Diablo. “What the fuck?” Goldie said as he scanned the lot. “Where the hell’s my bike?”
“You lost your bike? I didn’t think you were such a lightweight with booze,” Army said.
“Maybe you parked it down the street,” Muerto joked.
“I’m not that drunk. I know where the fuck I parked my bike.”
Diablo dashed around the parking lot, alley, and the dirt lot down the block. “No sign of it,” he said grimly.
“Someone with a death wish stole my bike.”
“There’s no way it was a citizen unless he was fucked in the head,” Muerto said.
“I bet it’s that Jagged Aces asshole. He’s fuckin’ dead!”
“Does he know your bike?” Army asked.
“Yeah. He was in front of Rear End when I left that night. That sonofabitch asshole!” Goldie kicked the metal trash can until it was full of dents. “Does anyone know where he hangs out? I’m pretty sure he didn’t take my Harley to their clubhouse.” He leaned against the concrete wall, breathing heavily.
The brothers shook their heads before Diablo offered, “I can find out from Dog. We’re good with each other. We’ll get your bike back.”
The brothers stood on the pavement, fury etched in their faces, jaws clenched, and fists balled up, ready to smash their anger out of their systems. Stealing a Night Rebels’ bike was the worst crime someone could commit. A Night Rebel protected his motorcycle as if it were part of his body. No one messed with his Harley.
Looking at Diablo, Goldie gritted, “Find out where that fucker hangs and let me know right away. I want my bike back, and I want the asshole to pay for what he did.”
“I’ll get the info. We’re with you on this, bro,” Diablo said as Muerto and Army nodded.
“Jump on back and I’ll give you a ride,” Army said.
The ride back to the clubhouse fueled Goldie’s fire even more, so by the time he arrived he was a seething ball of fury. He grabbed a bottle of Jack and rushed up to his room. As he stared out into the darkness, the whiskey scorching his throat, a fear like he’d never felt grabbed hold of him.What the hell?A sinking feeling invaded him as a chill shrouded his body. A foreboding darkness crept into his veins, twisting around his nerves, and he was seized with an overwhelming urge to go see his grandma. Not one to ignore his gut, he jumped up and dashed down the stairs.
“Chains, my truck’s in the shop so I need to borrow your SUV,” he said while extending his hand. Without questioning him, Chains placed the keys into his opened palm. Goldie ran out of the club, headed to Cherry Vale.
When he arrived at the rehab center, it was quiet and all the lights in the rooms were off as it was nearly one thirty in the morning. Knowing the only way to come in through the front door after ten at night was to ring the bell, he went around back, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He tried a couple of doors but they were locked. Behind the kitchen, he spotted the glow of a joint and approached the smoker cautiously. Hendricks looked up.
