up a piece of ass shouldn’t be a big deal. “We straight then? Anything else we need to discuss?”
The brothers grunt out various nos.
I take another pull from my beer and rumble out, “Dismissed!”
“When do you see Alice again?” Blow questions once the other brothers have left church, and it’s just us two hanging back.
“Don’t know.” I shrug. Wish I did, though. Sure would make my thoughts about her chill the fuck out.
“You’re telling me you haven’t spoken to her? How do you know this senator thing is a go?”
I get to my feet, and he follows suit. “I dangled the very thing she desires in front of her. I hinted at knowing where her sister was and gave up a few details that don’t mean a damn thing. At first, I wasn’t sure she’d return, but she texted me the next day, telling me again that she’d be back. I knew if I put my number in her phone, she wouldn’t be able to resist. Bitches like her crave control far too badly to let me be a possible lead and slip away.”
“But she hasn’t shown up yet?”
“Alice is smart. I think she’s biding her time to see how eager I am. If I reach out, she knows she’s got me hook, line, sinker. If I bide my time and let her come to me, we’ve got the ace in hand.”
“Damn, Prez, that’s deep.” He grins.
I chuckle. We’ve been friends for far too long for me not to laugh when he gives me shit. “Shut up, fucker. Let’s break out the Jack.”
We head for the bar. I don’t tell him that I’m hoping the whiskey will help drown out my thoughts of Alice. The bitch has been on my mind ever since she walked in my door, and I got a good look at her.
Taking a hefty swig of the potent liquor, I change the subject. “Tell Maddy to take off her clothes and come dance for us.”
His grin grows. “Now that sounds like a good fuckin’ time. I’ll see what I can do.” He walks off, and I can’t help but wonder what ol’ straitlaced Alice would think if she saw how we get down at the club when we want to party. She’d lose her shit if she discovered that most of the time, we end our parties without our clothes on. The Royal Bastards always end up fucking or getting our cocks sucked. It’s one of the perks of being some of the baddest motherfuckers around.
I toss back the Jack. Even through the slight tingling burn of it, Alice is still right there on my mind, front and center. I sure do hope I get to fuck her by the time this is all said and done. The little meeting we had was a fucked-up version of foreplay for me, and it’s only made me desire her more than before.
Plague tokes up, watching me flick a beer cap into the barrel we have at the end of the bar. We’re filling it up to have a beer cap flag made. A couple of the brothers around here are good about creating cool, custom shit like that. Plague exhales a puff of smoke before asking, “Any update on Baker, Prez? Forgot to ask when we were in church last week.”
Casting a glance in his direction, I shake my head. “Same ol’ shit, brother. They’re trying to make an example of him. He’s still looking at serving a hundred-eighty days to two years; the DA hasn’t backed off. If he’s lucky, he’ll be locked up in Hughes. At least if he’s stuck in Gatesville, we can keep him protected. If he’s sent to Beeville or Huntsville, it’ll cost us to keep him alive.”
“Christ…I thought Governor Abbott was supposed to be lightening up on possession charges of bud?”
“Mm.” I nod. “Unless you’re MC or gang-affiliated, then they’re running you through the dirt. It’s why we have to be more vigilant than ever when doing our runs or getting searched. They catch us with anything more than a joint, we’re looking at a fight to stay out of lockup.”
“That’s some bullshit. Baker never fucks with anyone. He doesn’t deserve this.” He’s right. Baker is one of the most levelheaded, chill dudes in the club. He got his road name because he’s always baking something up laced with marijuana. He doesn’t like to smoke the shit, but he damn sure likes to snack on it.