Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,7

the storm is expected to go over.”

“Goddamn it,” I mumble, running my hand over my face. I’ve learned many things living in the South, but the two that stick with me: the damn southern accent and hurricanes don’t fuck around.

“I hear it’s worse than Katrina,” Fox mutters as he takes a seat on the other side of the couch after pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“I’m afraid you might be right.” I pick up my boots and slam them on the coffee table.

“We urge everyone along the coastline from Texas to the Florida panhandle to evacuate. I wish we had more answers, but since the storm isn’t moving, we can’t give you more of a detailed answer, but please, go anywhere other than where you are if you live in these areas.”

She highlights the coast of the entire Gulf of Mexico.

“We should probably stock up on groceries, just in case,” our Prez Jokester says as he leaves his room, shrugging his cut on.

I’ve been part of the Ruthless Kings Baton Rouge chapter since I was eighteen. I had Greer to take care of, and the paycheck from the bar wasn’t cutting it after using my parents’ life insurance to move away from California. So the Kings gave me an opportunity, and now I’m the Vice President and a smokejumper with the local fire department.

I’m living the dream.

And so is Greer. He’s here too. He hasn’t talked since that day our parents died. He lost some hearing in his ears from that night, and I think that’s my fault. When I tackled him, we hit the ground hard, and I think he busted an eardrum. It never healed right, but it wasn’t like it mattered. After that, he decided not to speak again. I haven’t heard his voice in fifteen years. I don’t even think I remember what he sounds like.

The guys call him Mime. And when I prospected, I told them my brother and I were a package deal. They didn’t bat an eye. They welcomed him, and as much as I hate that we don’t have our parents, we have the club. And that’s more than I ever thought we’d have.

I had to find us a family because I wasn’t doing a great job with Greer by myself. I didn’t know how to raise my brother on my own. So I had to drop out of high school, but when I joined the club, they paid for me to get my G.E.D. and I forced Greer to finish high school.

And he did.

He went from star athlete with a future to any school he wanted to a dropout, barely passing by the skin of his teeth.

I can’t say I blame him. It was hard, but we made it through, and we still have each other.

“Mime!” I call out to him when he comes from the kitchen with two mugs in his hands. He made it clear to me he didn’t want to be called Greer anymore. Only Mime. So, I do my best to remember.

The guys call me fucking Rainbow because they saw my damn birth certificate, and now I’ll never live the name down. I don’t mind so much anymore. It makes me think of Mom since it was one of her last words.

When he sees me, he grins and rushes over to me, handing me a cup of coffee like he does every morning. Of course, he doesn’t know this, but when he does that, it makes my day.

“Take a seat, brother. We’re catching up on the news, and it isn’t looking good.” I pat the spot next to me, and he sits in the middle of the couch, between Fox and me.

A giggle coming from down the hall has us turning our heads to see one of the club whores doing the walk of shame right out of Hound’s room. His name speaks for itself. The man fucks someone different every night.

“Melanie,” Jokester sighs over his own cup of coffee as she scurries out the door. “Damn it, Hound. That girl ain’t nothing but trouble.”

“I think he likes trouble,” Fox says about his best friend.

“Well, she’s up to no damn good,” Prez states, sipping his coffee. “Too early to deal with whore drama.” He pinches his eyes shut and rubs them.

“No drama yet, Prez. I think we’re good,” I say to Prez, hoping to ease the tension he carries. Jokester worked hard to rebuild this club after his dad died. There are still a few old-timers like