Page 63 of Ink

“They have some fucking balls making us wait for them like we’re their bitch.” Hash crosses his arms on his chest.

“I think Prez is too. He’s goin’ to be fuckin’ pissed when he hears this.”

“Good, because fuck this noise. Like we don’t have shit to do.”

I told Sutton that I put my number in her phone, but what I didn’t tell her was that I also texted myself from her phone so I would have her number too. Knowing her, she could be bleeding out and I wouldn’t be the one she called. Hell, she probably wouldn’t call anyone because she’s scared.

“Evan and Sutton getting along?”

“Don’t know. They were at the clubhouse, but she wasn’t home when I dropped Sutton off,” I reply before snorting as I adjust my stance to lean into the other leg. “I forgot to grab a key before I left, so I had to pick the lock. Sutton freaked because she thought she was my accomplice to a b&e.”

That shit will never not be funny.

Hash lets out a loud laugh. “Jesus fucking Christ, that girl is a trip. All the brothers have taken bets on when we think she’ll say her first cuss word.”

Just as I open my mouth to tell him I want in, the approaching sound of pipes can be heard off in the distance.

“It’s about goddamn time,” Hash grumbles.

“Did you hear that?” I ask.

Hash’s eyebrows lower as he strains to listen.

“Doesn’t sound as loud now.”

“Because it’s not. Sounds like some bikes shut off.”

Two shadowy figures can be seen riding toward us.

“They didn’t come with just them. I think they have men back there waitin’ in case we try somethin’,” I say before they get to us. “Let’s just try to get out of here in one piece.”

Hash grunts his agreement as they kill their bikes and walk toward us.

“Brothers, we all set here?” the one whose smirk I want to punch off his fucking face says as he nods at the bags on the ground.

Sparing a quick glance as his patch, I make sure to clock his name.

Rail

Enforcer

Stupid name for a stupid motherfucker.

“Cash?” Hash roughly rumbles.

I’m not scared of a lot of people, but being on Hash’s bad side would probably do it. He’s a big motherfucker with a ponytail that has nothing to lose.

“Oh, right.” Rail laughs as he signals to the kid with him to grab it. “Can’t forget that now, can we?”

The kid can’t be barely over fucking eighteen. Doesn’t have a cut on, so he’s not patched in. There’s no way in hell they would only send one member and a prospect on a run.

I grit my teeth.

They fucking know.

The kid throws the bag at Hash, who catches it with a grunt. I watch Hash’s back as he puts it in his saddlebag to make sure these fucks don’t try anything that would make us start something.

“We good?” I ask, not giving a fuck that my tone is laced with annoyance.