Forty: A Steel Bones Motorcycle Club Romance by Cate C. Wells

Author:Cate C. Wells [Wells, Cate C. & Wells, Cate C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

7

FORTY

It’s ten at night when I arrive back in the clubhouse from a fruitless day of searching for Rab Daugherty. I sent the boys out with their assignments in the morning, and I took the local VFWs. You can’t roll into those places swinging your dick, so I spent the day slowly nursing light beers and chatting up old timers.

I met some guys who knew Twitch. Ran into a few vets I know from the hospital.

No leads.

None of the other brothers had much luck, either. Gus found a dude who never paid up after he lost to him in a race back in ’97, but other than that, day one was a bust. I’m not that concerned. The message about the bounty is out. Now, we wait. Make ourselves visible. Twenty large is a great motivator.

I come back to one hell of a spread. People are still keeping close, the place is packed, and the old ladies have been trying to outdo each other in the kitchen. There’s a whole buffet laid out: bar-b-q, all the sides, oysters, casseroles. I make myself a plate and force myself to take a seat at one of the long tables.

My feet want to make a beeline for Nevaeh. She’s gonna be spittin’ mad at this point. No doubt she’s trashed my room. Maybe hurt herself doing it.

I half rise before I realize what I’m doing and force myself to plant my ass back down. She’s a grown woman. Wash is on it. He would’ve texted me if something happened. She’s fine.

Danielle sashays up with a beer, and I take it with a nod. She squeezes in next to me, and clinks her bottle to mine. Danielle’s a second cousin on my dad’s side. She used to babysit me when Mom was still around.

“So, it true you’ve got Nevaeh Ellis stashed upstairs?” Danielle was one who sent me pics after I left for Basic.

I shrug and chomp down on some pit beef.

“You should bring her down here. We can have dinner and a show.”

Starla and Angel are nearby, listening in. They take their cues from the older sweetbutts like Danielle.

“I got an idea,” Starla slurs. “We can run the hose out back. Make a mud pit. Bullet can take bets.”

“I’ve been wanting to snatch that bitch bald since back in the day,” Danielle laughs.

My back teeth clench. I get why the girls hate her, but they enjoy it way too much. “No one touches her.”

A silence falls. “We should still do the mud wrestling,” Angel says.

There’s a vocal roar of agreement from the brothers at the far end of the table, and clanking of beers on the table, and after some negotiation, most everyone files or stumbles out back to make it happen.

The clearing crowd lets me survey the room. There, at the bar, is Wash, bellied up without a care in the world, jawing with Boots and Grinder. What the hell? I check my phone. No texts that he’s pawned off Nevaeh on another prospect.

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