Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,6

here, and the Kings are in your business. Front and center.”

“I can have a fucking beer.” One beer wouldn’t hurt anything.

“You mean your hundredth beer in three days?” Core called.

I flipped off Core. Fucking traitor.

“I’m going to the cat shelter,” Petra interrupted. “Who is coming with?” She grabbed her coat off the back of her chair and pulled it on.

“I’m in!” Kimber called. “I’m up for squishing the cute kitties.” She rubbed her hands together.

“Shit, I might as well go, too,” Fancy muttered. “Dyno is messing with his bike and isn’t giving me any attention.”

“As if you’re deprived,” Kimber laughed.

“Where is Queenie?” Petra asked. “Maybe Gunner will want to come?”

Kimber laughed. “Queenie will probably give us Gunner so she can grab an uninterrupted nap for an hour.”

“I am not going to the damn cat shelter with four chicks by myself,” Rhino protested.

Quinn pointed his finger at me. “You’re going with. Problem solved.”

“What?” I grunted. “I had two beers for breakfast. Sorry, I can’t drive.”

Quinn smirked. “No problem.” He reached in his pocket and tossed a set of keys to Rhino. “This is the perfect time for the new van’s first outing.”

“No,” Kimber whined. “You are not going to make us go around in that thing. People are going to think we’re driving around trying to lure little kids to the van. It’s a kidnapper van, Quinn. I can’t believe you wasted your money on it.”

Quinn shook his head. “You can blame that purchase on Dyno.”

Fancy scoffed. “Oh, please. As if you weren’t agreeing with him that it was a good purchase, so we didn’t have to drive two cars when we go out. You two overlooked the fact that it looks like a creeper van.”

Rhino glared at the keys in his hand. “How did I go from riding a Harley to this? Shit is worse than a mini-van, Quinn.”

“It’s gonna look like you’ve got a harem of hot chicks,” Core called. “You’ll be the coolest guy at the cat shelter.”

I pointed at Core. “You had him until you said cat shelter. You reminded him he’s doing bullshit.” Add cat shelter to anything and it became lame.

“Get the hell out of here,” Quinn grunted. “Keep an eye on the girls, and don’t bring back any cats.”

Rhino saluted Quinn. “I can tell you with all honesty I will not be able to keep that promise at all.”

Kimber ran down the hallway and was back in seconds with Queenie trailing behind her. “Queenie is in.”

“Uh, aren’t you missing a little boy?” Fancy asked.

Queenie gathered her hair in her hands and piled it on top of her head. “Gunner is passed out in the crib. Sledge said he’d keep an eye on him.”

Fancy bumped her fist with Queenie. “Sweet. Girls outing.”

“Book Club outing,” Petra corrected her.

“When did going to the cat shelter become part of Book Club?” Kimber asked.

“When it became a reason for us to get out of the clubhouse,” Fancy laughed. “Let's ride, ladies. I say we stop at the bar and pregame.”

“Pregame?” Petra asked. “You do know we are actually going to a real cat shelter, right?”

Fancy slung her arm around Petra’s shoulders. “Oh, grasshopper. I have many things to teach you. Anytime we get out of the clubhouse as a group, it’s a reason to pregame at the bar. Shots before petting the cute kitties is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

All the girls walked out of the clubhouse, trying to explain to Petra why it was always a good time to have a drink, no matter the time.

“I don’t want to go,” I grunted.

Quinn laughed. “Tough shit, brother. Go spend the day doing something other than drinking. Try to get your mind off of whatever demons you got haunting you right now.”

I pulled out my cigarettes from my pocket. “I don’t have any demons.” None I was going to fucking talk about.

Dyno laughed. “Yeah, right. Nothing is going on with you. You always drank so much you blacked out every damn night.”

A year ago that was more than true. “So, it’s a fucking crime to let loose?” I pointed to the open door. “Pretty sure all of your women are loading up in the van to go drink.”

Rhino tossed up the keys in the air and caught them. “Yeah, but the thing of it is, none of them are trying to drink away memories.”

“I don’t wanna fucking talk about it.” For the past four days, the guys had asked me at least twenty times what was wrong and if I