hadn’t dared complain. They knew the score: if they didn’t like the way things were done, they could leave. As far as the men went, there wouldn’t be any hard feelings or regrets, because there was always a line of willing women ready to take the plunge into the wild side of living. Outlaw bikers never had a shortage of women who wanted to party and spread their legs for them.
Smokey pulled out a chair and sat down. “Hey, Tank. How was the poker run?”
“Fuckin’ great.” Tank patted Kristy’s thigh, and she jumped off his lap. Blowing the two of them kisses, they watched her ass sway as she strode away.
Looking back at Tank, he asked, “How much did you win?”
“Over a grand—not too shabby. I spent most of it on food, lodging, and gas. Bear made out okay, but Itchy lost his ass.” He laughed. “There was this sweet piece in Duluth who knew how to party. I almost took a detour on the way back just to spend a few more nights with her. Hands down, it was the best fucking on the trip.”
Smokey grinned. “How did Itchy make out?”
“He’s not choosy, so he made out just fine.” Tank put his hand into a yellow bowl on the table and scooped out some popcorn. “Itchy’s such a horny fucking bastard.”
“You got that right.” Smokey chuckled. “Whatcha got going on for tonight?”
“A group of us are heading out to Twisted Spoke. Why don’t you join us? The brothers are saying you work too damn hard,”—he leaned in over the table— “and that you’re stuck on some chick.”
“Right on the working, total bullshit on the woman. What time are you heading out?”
“In about an hour.”
Smacking his hand on the table, he rose to his feet. “Sounds good. I’m just going to shower and change.”
He bumped fists with several of his brothers as he made his way toward the stairway. Taking them two at a time, he was in his room in no time. It’d been a while since he went out drinking with his brothers, and he planned on getting shit-faced. Kicking off his boots, he removed his clothes, then headed for the bathroom.
Twisted Spoke was a rough-and-tumble biker bar located on the outskirts of town. It was a bar the Insurgents frequented, and the owner, Toque, was good friends with Banger. The only other bikers who came into the place were either friendly MCs, or bikers who didn’t have a fucking clue. The minute they saw the three-piece patches and the stone-faced outlaws, they’d hightail it out of there.
Toque was an imposing man at six-five, two hundred seventy pounds. He sported iron gray hair past his shoulders, and a full beard that hung down to his chest. He only hired stacked and curvy barmaids who filled out their uniforms—Daisy Dukes, and dangerously skimpy tops—just right. Twisted Spoke was the perfect bar for one-percenters.
Glasses clinking, multiple conversations, and a tribute band, jamming out hair metal tunes on the corner stage, filled the crowded bar. Smokey searched the outer edge of the crowd and spotted his pal, Goldie, from the Night Rebels MC. Nudging his way through the sea of denim and leather, he bumped fists and clasped shoulders until he made it to where Goldie stood.
“Dude!” he shouted, throwing his arms around his friend.
“It’s been too fuckin’ long,” Goldie said while patting his back.
Pulling away, Smokey stepped back, smiling. “How was the ride up?”
“Fuckin’ awesome. We gotta do a poker run sometime.”
“Tank just got back from one.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m just so damn busy, and you’ve got a ball and chain hanging off of you.”
“Hailey’s no ball and chain. Hell, she’s the best and brightest thing in my life.”
Smokey laughed. “Having an old lady has made you a poetic pussy.”
Goldie chuckled. “Fuck you, bro.” He glanced down at Smokey’s hands. “Where the fuck’s your drink?”
“I just got here. Who’d you ride up with?”
“Aztec, Eagle, Crow, Army, Scorpio, and Chains. Paco and Steel took off after we did. They should be here soon.”
“That’s cool. I haven’t seen you guys in a long time. You planning to come to the rally fundraiser this summer?”
“The one for that homeless shelter your club supports?”
“Yeah.” Smokey motioned a barmaid over.
“Yep. Hailey and me are coming up. We’re gonna make it into a vacation and explore some of the towns and mountain passes. Several of the brothers are gonna be coming to the rally.”
“You want something, sugar?” the redheaded waitress asked,