Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Fuck both those outlaw clubs.
Just because the Angels hadn’t worn those diamond-shaped 1% patches in the last forty or so years, that didn’t mean they’d be fucking pushovers.
Being a one-percenter was more of a state of mind than anything. And not advertising it on their cuts helped them maintain a better relationship within the Shadow Valley community. With the pigs, too.
Not that Zeke gave a fuck about that second group, despite having family who had worn pig skins in the past and some who still did.
Zeke suddenly had an urge to spit. He caught himself since Romeo probably wouldn’t appreciate a hocker decorating the floor, despite the man not being a fan of pigs himself.
“You hear any other chatter?” Romeo was sitting back, looking like nothing in the world could bother him at that moment.
But Zeke knew that could change in a flash.
“Only what was heard at the club,” Rage answered.
Romeo’s dark forehead buckled. “Which club?”
“Heaven’s Angels.”
“Twisted Souls were there runnin’ their traps?”
“Not sure who the fuck they were since we don’t allow colors.”
“Aware of that,” Romeo grunted. “Been a while since I’ve been there, but remember bein’ made to remove mine just to see a little tits and ass.”
“Ain’t no little when it comes to our talent. They got huge fuckin’ tits and huge fuckin’ asses. They don’t got any, they don’t get the job.”
Romeo huffed out a breath. “Guessin’ you oversee all the tryouts yourself?”
One side of Rage’s mouth pulled up. “Perk of the job.”
Tink, one of the Knights’ long-time sweet butts, dropped off beers for all four of them. Before she could split, Voodoo’s hand shot out to snag her wrist, spun her around, and smacked her ass so hard, even Zeke felt the sting.
Damn.
“Later,” was all Voodoo said in his gruff voice.
“I have to—”
Voodoo repeated, “Later,” cutting her off.
Tink nodded quickly and skittered away.
Zeke watched the thirty-something Asian-American club girl rush off before swinging his gaze back to the Knights sitting across from him.
Voodoo was eyeing him. “Ain’t for you.”
Zeke lifted both palms. “Ain’t got a problem with that.” Even if he had been interested, he wasn’t fucking shit up with Kyra.
He might be a stupid fuck at times but he wasn’t that much of a stupid fuck.
“Know we normally share our girls…” Romeo started.
“No explanation needed,” Zeke told him.
The Knights’ prez nodded. “Back to fuckin’ business.” He shifted his dark brown eyes to Rage. “Heard them sayin’ they were takin’ over the Demons’ territories, right?”
“Yeah,” Rage answered.
“Sounds like they’re runnin’ from the Kings.” Romeo slowly stroked his bearded chin.
Zeke responded, “Sounds about right.”
Romeo stated the obvious next. “Kings ain’t takin’ no shit.”
“And they shouldn’t,” Zeke confirmed.
“Don’t blame the Souls for blazin’ a new path to get away from that crazy motherfuckin’ club, but would be better if that path led them somewhere that ain’t near us.”
Zeke agreed. “Ain’t arguin’ that.”
Romeo cocked an eyebrow his way. “You talk to the Fury?”
“No reason to yet. Demons’ territory was just west of us in Ohio and down in West Virginia.”
“’Til those fucks decided to creep north into PA,” Romeo reminded him.
“Right. Nowhere near the Fury. Will pull them in only if we gotta.”
“Sounds like there’s no fuckin’ threat at this point,” Romeo concluded. “The Souls stay away from us, we’ll stay away from them.”
“Still need to keep a fuckin’ eye on them,” Rage said.
“No fuckin’ shit,” Voodoo said. “Definitely gonna keep a finger on their pulse. They pull any bullshit, gonna make sure that fuckin’ pulse flatlines.”
That made one side of Zeke’s mouth hike up.
On the outside, both the Fury and the Angels appeared to be on the straight and narrow. At their core, not so much. But, like the Kings, the Knights didn’t give a fuck about appearances. They still clung to their outlaw patch with pride.
They were the same as they always were and did what they needed to do with zero fucks. Zeke would go back to the openly outlaw ways in a hot fucking minute if the membership agreed.
Unfortunately, the majority of his brothers, including the OGs, disagreed.
Romeo swallowed a mouthful of beer before asking him, “Whadya need from us?”
“Just checkin’ to see if you heard anything. Also wanted to give you the heads up. Need to make sure the Souls stay in their own goddamn lane. They don’t, we need to fuckin’ act.”
“No different than any other fuckin’ club trespassin’ in our territory without permission. They do, the Souls gonna learn a lesson same as they did with the Kings.”
“Thing with those motherfuckin’ Kings was, they weren’t waitin’ for the Souls to step outta line,” Rage said. “They went on the offensive ‘stead of defensive.”
Voodoo turned interested, dark eyes to Rage. “That what you wanna do?”
Romeo tapped his finger on the table. “Here’s the fuckin’ thing. If the Souls don’t take that area, then another club might. Might be best to see how those motherfuckers handle it first.”