Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,23
feel of it, it’s a big fucking hose.
I’m grouchy since being home. Everyone thinks I need help, but I’m fine. Hell, I’m ready to go back to work.
Ryan left the hospital yesterday as if he were on fire. But, to be fair, he was on the clock and had to work. As a result, he hasn’t answered my texts. At this point I’m about to drive over to his house, so he doesn’t have a reason to ignore me.
He’s awakened something in me that I haven’t felt in ages.
Passion.
“Dude, are you hearing this?” Fox turns up the TV; a news anchor is nearly getting blown away as she tries to report the weather.
It’s fucking raining. Why does she need to stand in the middle of a storm to say it?
“Hurricane Jeffrey has taken a sudden turn,” she shouts over the rain blowing to the left from the gusts of wind. “Baton Rouge needs to try to evacuate as soon as possible. The eye is no longer hitting New Orleans. We expect landfall in the next thirty hours.”
“Fuck.” Jokester rubs his hands over his face. “Okay, we aren’t ready for a category five. We have supplies like food and water, which is great, and the clubhouse is on stilts, which is also great since the river is going to overflow, but we still need to get sandbags.”
“I’ll go. I need to bring Ryan here.”
Mime slaps a hand on my chest to stop me from getting up.
“How about one of us get him?” Teller asks. He just got back from New Orleans himself, and I’m glad he made it back safely.
“No fucking way. I’m going to get him, and I’ll get some extra supplies while I’m out. I’ll take the club’s truck. I’m not riding my bike in this.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. You just got out of the hospital—” Hound begins to say.
“Is this about me going out or is this about me going out to bring a guy home?” I’ve never had to question their loyalty to me before, but I guess there’s always a first time for everything.
“What? You know we don’t give a fuck about that.” Lye drops the pool stick and crosses his arms. “This is about you nearly burning to death. We give a fuck, but we don’t give a fuck who you fuck.”
“That’s a lot of fucks,” our Road Captain, Compass, chimes in. He’s been on a run for the last few days with Teller and Cactus in New Orleans, moving some merchandise.
Okay, so not everything we do is legal. We own a few bars, but the most money comes from deals we make throughout central Louisiana. Every few weeks we meet up with Pocus and his chapter in New Orleans to restock and trade intel.
“Just don’t get shot,” Butcher grumbles, limping toward the couch. “No ass is worth a bullet.”
“Then you haven’t taken a good look at his ass,” I say on a near groan.
It gets so quiet; I could hear a feather drop. And then a roar of laughter fills the space, which loosens the ball of anxiety in my chest.
“Rainbow has got it bad!” Stacks crows as he counts another pile of money on the coffee table while smoking a cigarette. “Does he?”
“He’s fighting me.” I grab my jacket from the hook on the wall and shrug it on.
“Ah, to be young,” our treasurer’s raspy voice sarcastically awes as he blows a cloud of smoke in the air.
“How are you going to find him?” Jokester asks as he slaps Bambi on the ass coming out of the kitchen. “Girl,” he warns lustfully as she giggles.
A woman’s giggle used to turn me on but does nothing for me anymore. I find it fake and annoying now. These whores always want the same thing—a property patch.
“I turned on his location on his phone, so I can track him.” I lift a shoulder and place my gun in the waistband of my jeans. The barrel is cold from not being used. Poor girl hasn’t been shot in a good while. You know since that body the cops found in the swamp.
I turned him into swiss cheese.
“A great way to establish trust.” Butcher curls his fingers into an ‘okay’ gesture and squeezes one eye shut.
“He’s stubborn. He would never give me his address.” I open the door and the wind whistles through the doorway, bringing in some rain. “I’ll be back.”
“Hey! Get some whiskey and beer while you’re out,” Grudge shouts after me just