Midnight Wreckage - Winter Travers Page 0,41

brought a beer over for Core and wandered back over to the girls. It looked like they were trying to bring her into the fold.

Dyno leaned forward and pointed his finger at Core. “So, Quinn says I need to pull the stick out of my ass, and I really can’t do that until I ask you what the fuck you think you’re doing here?”

“Uh, well, Quinn invited me?” Core replied.

“Not here, as in here, but why the hell you are part of this club if you’re too much of a pussy to man up and just fucking be here. The reason I don’t fucking trust you is because you’re not all in. You’re on the fucking outside waiting. Waiting for this club to work or for something better to come along.” Rhino sat back. “That is why I don’t like your ass. We’re all in, and you’re fucking not.”

Quinn nodded but didn’t say anything.

“He’s got a point, Core.” I didn’t have as big of a problem with Core as Dyno did, but I agreed with everything Dyno said. It always felt like Core was just there and not doing anything. “I don’t know why you’re not jumping in with both feet. We all started in the same place with this club. It’s not like it was already formed and set in stone. We’re building it from the ground up.”

Rhino raised his finger. “I agree with everything they said.”

Quinn shook his head. “You’re up, Core. This is your chance.”

Core sipped his beer.

This really was his shot. Sure, Zephyr and Point weren’t here, but they felt the same as we did.

“I’m not waiting for something better. This is what I want. I just…I guess I felt the same way about the Rolling Devil’s and well, we know how that ended. I’m not waiting for something better, I guess I’m just being cautious.”

“You being cautious makes you look like a slimy bastard ready to flip on any of us.” Dyno chugged his beer and slammed it on the counter. “Man the fuck up. The Rolling Devils were a bunch of fucking assholes who only cared about their own personal gain.” Dyno pulled out his wallet and slapped five hundred-dollar bills on the bar. “I don’t have five hundred dollars right now. I have one hundred and each of you have one hundred. You think anyone from the Rolling Devils would have been like that? Would they have put their own personal fucking money to build a clubhouse. We’re all doing things to better this brotherhood, and you’re just standing by waiting for it to crumble.”

Rhino reached for one of the hundred dollar bills.

Dyno smacked his hand. “I wasn’t being literal, asshole.” He shoved the money back in his wallet and shook his head. “But you know I got it for you if you need it.”

Rhino shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“You guys said straight out that you didn’t trust me because I was a part of the Rolling Devils,” Core pointed out.

“Well, sure,” Dyno drawled, “but so was Quinn. At the end of the fucking day, Quinn is in this club. Fuck, Quinn is this club. He is the backbone of the club, but we all need to be in the club. You can’t expect to sit back and watch us work to make this club great and then expect to just step in after we’ve done all of the fucking work.”

“Is my Patty being all wise?” Fancy called.

The girls had all stopped talking and were listening to Dyno.

Dyno pointed down the bar to the girls. “Those chicks are more in this club than you are, Core. Sure, they drive us fucking crazy sometimes, but ask any of them and this is where they want to be. They’re not waiting for something better to come along.”

“Like a breakfast burrito,” Queenie slurred. “Oh, shit, I said that out loud.”

Kimber patted her on the back. “I have no idea what you are talking about girl, but I agree.”

Queenie pointed at Robyn. “I need some water.” She blinked. “And a breakfast burrito.”

Uh, yeah. Queenie was definitely cut off. She needed to sober up a bit if she wanted to ride home on the back of my bike.

“I hear you. I get it. I really do.” Core peeled the label on his beer.

“Then fucking do it,” Dyno shouted. “I don’t wanna sit here and hold my dick like some pussy while we talk about our feelings. Put the fucking work in.”

“Wait, what? Who’s holding their dick?” Kimber shouted.

“Oh, Dyno. You