in; after al , Race wasn’t
the one that had spanked her now was he?
Not that he wouldn’t slap that ass if she got too lippy, he would do it, and he’d enjoy
it too. Hopeful y she’d learned from dealing with War and acted a little friendlier the next
time he saw her. His mood was much lighter than it had been a half hour ago, and he
twisted the throttle. Time for a beer or two, and he’d deal with the serious shit
tomorrow.
War caught up with Race a mile from the clubhouse. His mood was as black as he
could remember, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope with tonight’s events.
River was driving him nuts. His cock was barely allowing him to think, until the blood
finally left the fucker and traveled back to his head where it belonged. Race pulled into
the driveway, and he kept going.
He had to cool his shit before he got back to the meeting. There were two clubs
that would have to be shown that National Club rules superseded their petty shit. Of
course they had to be cronies of Wolfman, but he was dead from his own arrogance
and stupidity. Race would need backup to put the seriousness of their agenda firmly
into the brains of the fuckers. He smiled, anticipating the coming fight.
A bat flew across his chest, hitting his arm and bouncing off. Fuck, pay attention,
dumbass. The little critter was small, but where he hit would leave a bruise by
tomorrow. Damn that stung. Fuck it , he opened it up on the straight road in front of him
and let the wind take his mood away for a while.
Race heard War’s scoot go past the turn off, and shook his head. He almost felt
sorry for the poor bastard.
Mambo wasted no time coming over to where Race sat to ask what happened.
Once he explained the evening’s happenings, Mambo had his fists clenched and the
man wanted retribution for his family.
“Why wasn’t I included in the meet and greet with those fucks? You knew that my
family owns the place, since when did we coddle a motherfucker? I want a piece of
them.”
Race nodded his head in agreement. “The first reason is that when River cal ed,
she gave us very little time to get there, before she threatened to call the boys in blue.
You were nowhere to be seen at the time.” He nodded toward the younger man with
the pissed off look on his face, and gave him what he wanted.
“We’l be bringing this up at the summit tomorrow, and if they don’t pay up for
damages and a little extra for everyone’s time and trouble, there’s a couple of nice bikes
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still parked behind the Double D. Or you can beat their asses, depending on how they
act, maybe both. Although there’s not much left to beat after War got done with them
tonight.”
Race eyed Mambo for a minute and decided to give the man a heads up on
tomorrow’s agenda.
“You know the chapter they come from is still dealing dope as their main income.
Their prez is currently sleeping it off in the distillery along with his boys. Tomorrow they
wil be the poster boys for the rest of the club.” He shrugged. “They are the examples
we needed to demonstrate that you don’t want to fuck with us. You’l get your
retribution, one way or the other, you have my word.”
Mambo stared at him for a few seconds and nodded. “As long as I get a shot at
them, I got no problems. What kind of bikes are we talking here?”
Over the next hour they drank draft beers and discussed the possible uses for two
extra scoots, and what kind of cash the bikes might be worth. That led to talking about
upgrades and springer front ends versus stock, and their conversation drew several
other brothers’ attentions and comments.
Race stood and headed for his room above the bar. He was tired as hell, and still
horny. Seeing Goody standing behind the bar was a stroke of luck. He was surprised
that she wasn’t occupied with someone else tonight. When he cut over to see if she
might be interested in
the one that had spanked her now was he?
Not that he wouldn’t slap that ass if she got too lippy, he would do it, and he’d enjoy
it too. Hopeful y she’d learned from dealing with War and acted a little friendlier the next
time he saw her. His mood was much lighter than it had been a half hour ago, and he
twisted the throttle. Time for a beer or two, and he’d deal with the serious shit
tomorrow.
War caught up with Race a mile from the clubhouse. His mood was as black as he
could remember, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope with tonight’s events.
River was driving him nuts. His cock was barely allowing him to think, until the blood
finally left the fucker and traveled back to his head where it belonged. Race pulled into
the driveway, and he kept going.
He had to cool his shit before he got back to the meeting. There were two clubs
that would have to be shown that National Club rules superseded their petty shit. Of
course they had to be cronies of Wolfman, but he was dead from his own arrogance
and stupidity. Race would need backup to put the seriousness of their agenda firmly
into the brains of the fuckers. He smiled, anticipating the coming fight.
A bat flew across his chest, hitting his arm and bouncing off. Fuck, pay attention,
dumbass. The little critter was small, but where he hit would leave a bruise by
tomorrow. Damn that stung. Fuck it , he opened it up on the straight road in front of him
and let the wind take his mood away for a while.
Race heard War’s scoot go past the turn off, and shook his head. He almost felt
sorry for the poor bastard.
Mambo wasted no time coming over to where Race sat to ask what happened.
Once he explained the evening’s happenings, Mambo had his fists clenched and the
man wanted retribution for his family.
“Why wasn’t I included in the meet and greet with those fucks? You knew that my
family owns the place, since when did we coddle a motherfucker? I want a piece of
them.”
Race nodded his head in agreement. “The first reason is that when River cal ed,
she gave us very little time to get there, before she threatened to call the boys in blue.
You were nowhere to be seen at the time.” He nodded toward the younger man with
the pissed off look on his face, and gave him what he wanted.
“We’l be bringing this up at the summit tomorrow, and if they don’t pay up for
damages and a little extra for everyone’s time and trouble, there’s a couple of nice bikes
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Starting Over by Ryder Dane
still parked behind the Double D. Or you can beat their asses, depending on how they
act, maybe both. Although there’s not much left to beat after War got done with them
tonight.”
Race eyed Mambo for a minute and decided to give the man a heads up on
tomorrow’s agenda.
“You know the chapter they come from is still dealing dope as their main income.
Their prez is currently sleeping it off in the distillery along with his boys. Tomorrow they
wil be the poster boys for the rest of the club.” He shrugged. “They are the examples
we needed to demonstrate that you don’t want to fuck with us. You’l get your
retribution, one way or the other, you have my word.”
Mambo stared at him for a few seconds and nodded. “As long as I get a shot at
them, I got no problems. What kind of bikes are we talking here?”
Over the next hour they drank draft beers and discussed the possible uses for two
extra scoots, and what kind of cash the bikes might be worth. That led to talking about
upgrades and springer front ends versus stock, and their conversation drew several
other brothers’ attentions and comments.
Race stood and headed for his room above the bar. He was tired as hell, and still
horny. Seeing Goody standing behind the bar was a stroke of luck. He was surprised
that she wasn’t occupied with someone else tonight. When he cut over to see if she
might be interested in
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