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straighten my face before answering her. “I don’t know. He’s around. Why don’t you wait until later in the day and catch him at Downshift?”
“He’ll be there? You’re sure?”
“As sure as I am of anything. Something could come up. But he’ll probably be there.”
“Thank you!” She beamed at me before skipping back toward the building just as Sarge came up.
“Fast work, kid,” he said.
“She’s not mine. Just wanted to know where Jake is. They hooked up last night.”
“Oh. That’s no surprise.”
I took a second to be pissed off that he’d think it was cool for me to pick her up, but routine for Jake to. Before I had an answer ready, Sarge had another question.
“How’d she know you?”
I hadn’t meant to snitch, but now I was at a loss for how to answer without telling him the story. “Jake had me take her home last night after… Well, anyway, I took her back to her motel. I mean I brought her. This is her motel.”
My stammering didn’t go unnoticed.
“Okay, son, better tell me the whole story and don’t leave anything out.”
“I’m no snitch.”
“Good. I’m not asking you to be. I’m telling you that as a prospect, you’ll answer my questions fully and tell me the truth. What happened last night? Why didn’t Jake take her home himself?”
“Come on, Sarge. I have to get along with those guys. Why don’t you ask Jake?”
“Because I’m asking you.”
With no choice left, I put the best spin on it I could. When I finished telling him what happened, I ended with, “It freaked him out, man. But she was okay, just overwhelmed, I think. He must be one heck of a stud, is all I can say.”
“Guess so,” Sarge answered. He looked away, and my interest sharpened. He knew something he wasn’t saying. I sure wanted to know what secrets they were keeping from me, but it looked like I’d learn them in good time.
“You’re not going to let on I told you, right?”
Sarge looked over at me. “Don’t you worry about that. Just keep your head down, and do what you’re told. You’ll be okay.”
Sarge
“ W hy are you telling me this?”
Rooster sounded belligerent, but I couldn’t blame him. He’d been torn in two when his son left the club, and now he was in a bad position because Jake wanted back in. If those kids hadn’t been our own, the club would never even consider it. And I’d just given him the low-down on Jake’s behavior last night.
“I just thought you’d want to know, in case there was fallout.”
“Jake’s an adult. I can’t control him, and I don’t care about his shit. If there’s fallout, let him deal with it.”
“Okay, Rooster, I get it. Sorry, man.”
As sergeant-at-arms for the Dust Devils, I had to walk a narrow line between enforcing our rules and staying in the good graces of my brothers, especially the founding members. I was a latecomer to the Originals, but still first-generation. Smokey, the president, and Rooster, his VP, founded the club right after they returned from Vietnam and found themselves hated for doing what their government had told them to do.
Doc joined soon after, and I came along about six months later, drifting through their territory in my own rebellion against the good citizens of this country. I wasn’t a baby-killer. I wasn’t even on the front lines, but society didn’t care. Well, fuck society, then and now.
In fact, I didn’t care about Jake’s shit either. Not now, anyway. He and his asshole buddies didn’t wear our patch at the moment, and if he fucked up too badly, he wouldn’t in the future, either. But there was a mission to fulfill, and we needed him to fulfill it. If he was in jail, even for a couple of days, it would jeopardize the mission, that’s all.
From what the prospect had told me, I wasn’t certain Jake hadn’t slipped the girl a roofie. ‘Course, Ecstasy was all the rage now. Better for the girl to stay awake and participate, but still trouble if she denied taking
“He’ll be there? You’re sure?”
“As sure as I am of anything. Something could come up. But he’ll probably be there.”
“Thank you!” She beamed at me before skipping back toward the building just as Sarge came up.
“Fast work, kid,” he said.
“She’s not mine. Just wanted to know where Jake is. They hooked up last night.”
“Oh. That’s no surprise.”
I took a second to be pissed off that he’d think it was cool for me to pick her up, but routine for Jake to. Before I had an answer ready, Sarge had another question.
“How’d she know you?”
I hadn’t meant to snitch, but now I was at a loss for how to answer without telling him the story. “Jake had me take her home last night after… Well, anyway, I took her back to her motel. I mean I brought her. This is her motel.”
My stammering didn’t go unnoticed.
“Okay, son, better tell me the whole story and don’t leave anything out.”
“I’m no snitch.”
“Good. I’m not asking you to be. I’m telling you that as a prospect, you’ll answer my questions fully and tell me the truth. What happened last night? Why didn’t Jake take her home himself?”
“Come on, Sarge. I have to get along with those guys. Why don’t you ask Jake?”
“Because I’m asking you.”
With no choice left, I put the best spin on it I could. When I finished telling him what happened, I ended with, “It freaked him out, man. But she was okay, just overwhelmed, I think. He must be one heck of a stud, is all I can say.”
“Guess so,” Sarge answered. He looked away, and my interest sharpened. He knew something he wasn’t saying. I sure wanted to know what secrets they were keeping from me, but it looked like I’d learn them in good time.
“You’re not going to let on I told you, right?”
Sarge looked over at me. “Don’t you worry about that. Just keep your head down, and do what you’re told. You’ll be okay.”
Sarge
“ W hy are you telling me this?”
Rooster sounded belligerent, but I couldn’t blame him. He’d been torn in two when his son left the club, and now he was in a bad position because Jake wanted back in. If those kids hadn’t been our own, the club would never even consider it. And I’d just given him the low-down on Jake’s behavior last night.
“I just thought you’d want to know, in case there was fallout.”
“Jake’s an adult. I can’t control him, and I don’t care about his shit. If there’s fallout, let him deal with it.”
“Okay, Rooster, I get it. Sorry, man.”
As sergeant-at-arms for the Dust Devils, I had to walk a narrow line between enforcing our rules and staying in the good graces of my brothers, especially the founding members. I was a latecomer to the Originals, but still first-generation. Smokey, the president, and Rooster, his VP, founded the club right after they returned from Vietnam and found themselves hated for doing what their government had told them to do.
Doc joined soon after, and I came along about six months later, drifting through their territory in my own rebellion against the good citizens of this country. I wasn’t a baby-killer. I wasn’t even on the front lines, but society didn’t care. Well, fuck society, then and now.
In fact, I didn’t care about Jake’s shit either. Not now, anyway. He and his asshole buddies didn’t wear our patch at the moment, and if he fucked up too badly, he wouldn’t in the future, either. But there was a mission to fulfill, and we needed him to fulfill it. If he was in jail, even for a couple of days, it would jeopardize the mission, that’s all.
From what the prospect had told me, I wasn’t certain Jake hadn’t slipped the girl a roofie. ‘Course, Ecstasy was all the rage now. Better for the girl to stay awake and participate, but still trouble if she denied taking
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