give you an earful about respect once he
thinks on it.”
River didn’t bother to refute her claim, “If the demanding bastard has a problem with
a woman asserting herself, well then I guess all I can say is, fuck him .” She
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remembered something, “I thought you said you were cal ing War, why did you cal
Race?”
Maisey shrugged, “I hit the wrong numbers and when I heard his voice, I got scared,
he scares me. He must have used the old club’s number for his cel phone, that’s the
number I cal ed.”
The women walked back to the bar in the same path they ran away from it on. The
bikes were parked in front, and there was two skinny Prospects standing at the alley
entrance watching the bikes.
River walked up to the front door of the building, and was blocked from entering by
the young men.
“We’re sorry, no one goes inside until I get the go-ahead.” The kid with the scruffy
beard was trying to be tough but polite, and the other one stood his body in front of the
door like he would stop anyone from entering with his life if need be.
“That’s good, but I happen to be the manager of this place, I need to see what the
damage is, and my employee here, will need to help me start cleaning it up. So you
need to get permission or whatever, so we can start.”
The kid was shaking his head, and the other one mirrored his gesture. “Look, lady,
I’m sorry, but club business is going on in there, you stay outside until I get told
different.”
The women ended up sitting in the cargo hold of the van with the doors open,
waiting to be granted permission to enter the building. The longer they waited the
madder River became. Maisey laid her head down on the thick moving pads they used
to keep food hot and bottles and other glassware from clinking together and breaking
when they transported catered meals or made a liquor run.
The two young men watched her like a hawk, or River would have gone over the
fence and into the backdoor. She laid back on the pads next to Maisey to rest her back,
and within minutes was asleep.
Race watched War breaking his knuckles on Younger and Les. They’d left Mambo
and Bam Bam back at the club because of all the out of Towners running around there.
The two men currently getting the hell beaten out of them had arrived to the area late,
and said they were thirsty. “No one would tell us where the clubhouse is, so we figured
to get a drink, then we’d find someone and persuade them to talk.”
The sloppy drunk fuckers would feel their fuckup in the morning. In the meantime,
they were all sitting with their thumbs in their asses waiting for the two men’s president
to show up. Once Race had found out where the two were from, he called Bam Bam,
and told him to put the president of the Dixie chapter into a cage and get his ass to
town.
He was pissed and War had just knocked the second fucker out without working the
mad out of his system. He heard the door open and saw Bam Bam wait for Glimmer to
walk inside the bar before following him.
Glimmer obviously didn’t see the problem. He walked over to the men on the floor
and bent down to roll them onto their backs so he could get a good look at his brothers.
“What the fuck, man, did you have to beat the hell out of them? Or did they go at
each other again?”
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Race took a drink of his beer and shook his head. “Come on over and have a seat,
we need to talk here.”
Once Glimmer was seated, he looked annoyed, but he kept quiet.
Race took a deep breath, and spoke quietly, but he got his point across. “We
invited our brothers to celebrate the new clubhouse, and for a summit. It was supposed
to be a good time amongst brothers with common goals.” He stood leaning his
knuckles on the table between him and Glimmer.
“You do not come to our place, our town, and turn your boys loose. We don’t piss
thinks on it.”
River didn’t bother to refute her claim, “If the demanding bastard has a problem with
a woman asserting herself, well then I guess all I can say is, fuck him .” She
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Starting Over by Ryder Dane
remembered something, “I thought you said you were cal ing War, why did you cal
Race?”
Maisey shrugged, “I hit the wrong numbers and when I heard his voice, I got scared,
he scares me. He must have used the old club’s number for his cel phone, that’s the
number I cal ed.”
The women walked back to the bar in the same path they ran away from it on. The
bikes were parked in front, and there was two skinny Prospects standing at the alley
entrance watching the bikes.
River walked up to the front door of the building, and was blocked from entering by
the young men.
“We’re sorry, no one goes inside until I get the go-ahead.” The kid with the scruffy
beard was trying to be tough but polite, and the other one stood his body in front of the
door like he would stop anyone from entering with his life if need be.
“That’s good, but I happen to be the manager of this place, I need to see what the
damage is, and my employee here, will need to help me start cleaning it up. So you
need to get permission or whatever, so we can start.”
The kid was shaking his head, and the other one mirrored his gesture. “Look, lady,
I’m sorry, but club business is going on in there, you stay outside until I get told
different.”
The women ended up sitting in the cargo hold of the van with the doors open,
waiting to be granted permission to enter the building. The longer they waited the
madder River became. Maisey laid her head down on the thick moving pads they used
to keep food hot and bottles and other glassware from clinking together and breaking
when they transported catered meals or made a liquor run.
The two young men watched her like a hawk, or River would have gone over the
fence and into the backdoor. She laid back on the pads next to Maisey to rest her back,
and within minutes was asleep.
Race watched War breaking his knuckles on Younger and Les. They’d left Mambo
and Bam Bam back at the club because of all the out of Towners running around there.
The two men currently getting the hell beaten out of them had arrived to the area late,
and said they were thirsty. “No one would tell us where the clubhouse is, so we figured
to get a drink, then we’d find someone and persuade them to talk.”
The sloppy drunk fuckers would feel their fuckup in the morning. In the meantime,
they were all sitting with their thumbs in their asses waiting for the two men’s president
to show up. Once Race had found out where the two were from, he called Bam Bam,
and told him to put the president of the Dixie chapter into a cage and get his ass to
town.
He was pissed and War had just knocked the second fucker out without working the
mad out of his system. He heard the door open and saw Bam Bam wait for Glimmer to
walk inside the bar before following him.
Glimmer obviously didn’t see the problem. He walked over to the men on the floor
and bent down to roll them onto their backs so he could get a good look at his brothers.
“What the fuck, man, did you have to beat the hell out of them? Or did they go at
each other again?”
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Race took a drink of his beer and shook his head. “Come on over and have a seat,
we need to talk here.”
Once Glimmer was seated, he looked annoyed, but he kept quiet.
Race took a deep breath, and spoke quietly, but he got his point across. “We
invited our brothers to celebrate the new clubhouse, and for a summit. It was supposed
to be a good time amongst brothers with common goals.” He stood leaning his
knuckles on the table between him and Glimmer.
“You do not come to our place, our town, and turn your boys loose. We don’t piss
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