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I’ll be right back. Thrash, she doesn’t know what she just said. Nailz never should have hit her, drunk or not. Your asshole brother just knocked any relationship with Elena off the table. I hope you know that. Elena doesn’t forgive like Kima does.” She gave him a look of pity, then went to give Elena her ride.
Kima sat watching everyone wondering what the hell would happen next. How could Jo be telling their mother anything when Jo wasn’t even coming to her house? Jo had closed herself off completely to everyone since the day Dee had taken them shopping for the wedding dress. She pushed her hand through her hair and wanted to go home. This was not the night out she had hoped for and she was tired. Veiko was busy talking to Tramp as Kima put on her coat. Tears was still with Thorn, so she motioned to Cisco. The large man came over to her immediately.
“Hey, Cisco. I’m heading home. Tell V I’ll see him there, please. I don’t want to bother him while he’s talking, so I’ll just slip out.”
“Sure, Kima. Looks like they’ll be awhile. You sure you don’t need a ride? You look shaken up.” Cisco figured he’d at least offer.
Kima rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen worse. There’s no sense in hanging around. The night’s ruined. Make sure you let him know as soon as you can.” She pushed a few dollar bills toward him. Nobody even noticed as she slipped out.
Thorn tossed aside the rag that was covered in his blood and stood up. Tearney stopped crying, having composed herself. She watched silently as Thorn took off his colors and headed toward Tramp. She looked around the clubhouse and saw the other women had disappeared. Her drink was still on the bar and she wanted it. What Thorn was going to do would rock this clubhouse.
Cisco stood in front of her drink. “Hey,” she said to him. “Can I get a double shot of the strongest tequila you’ve got?”
Cisco grabbed the only bottle they stocked and poured her half a glass. He put a saltshaker down on the bar and muttered, “No lime or lemons.”
Both had their eyes on Thorn who pushed his way to Tramp. Tramp saw Thorn coming and motioned everyone but Veiko away. He watched the young bloodied biker come up next to him, his colors in his hand.
“I’m done, Tramp. I can’t fight with a brother who’s my father-in-law.” Thorn wiped at the cut across his eyebrow with his bandana. The cut needed to be stitched and the blood dripped down his face.
“I can deal with Nailz. He’ll be losing his colors for his bullshit. Darko wants you, eh?” Tramp spoke gruffly.
Thorn wiped at his eye. “Yeah, he does. And to be honest, I think it’d be a better fit for me. The clubhouse, my dad meant for Bound for Hell to have, and it will stay that way even if I break the will, unless a judge says otherwise. I got no issue with any of the bros but Nailz, and Hunter would be pissed if I tore this club apart. I knew when I got with Tears there was a chance of this. You okay with me leaving on good terms?” Thorn pulled his buck knife from the sheath on his belt, ready to cut his patch off.
Veiko spoke up. “I don’t wanna see you go, bro … but I told Tramp I thought it was best. You’re always gonna be our brother, always have a place in this club—and if it doesn’t work with Nefarious, you come back, you hear me? You’re out in good standing and free to join Nefarious, bro.”
“I appreciate that,” he said, “but for me, it’s time to move on. Never thought I’d say that, man.”
Tears stroked his hand, but he pushed her away. She moved aside to let him do this his own way.
Jersey slapped Thorn on the back. “Bro, you can’t see with that blood dripping in your eye. I’ll cut them off for you. Afterwards, I’ll take you to the ER to get that eye stitched, too. Now sit your ass down before ya fall on it.”
“I want some of those patches, Jerz. The ones with my dad’s name, leave ‘em. Just take the ones you gotta.” Thorn winced
Kima sat watching everyone wondering what the hell would happen next. How could Jo be telling their mother anything when Jo wasn’t even coming to her house? Jo had closed herself off completely to everyone since the day Dee had taken them shopping for the wedding dress. She pushed her hand through her hair and wanted to go home. This was not the night out she had hoped for and she was tired. Veiko was busy talking to Tramp as Kima put on her coat. Tears was still with Thorn, so she motioned to Cisco. The large man came over to her immediately.
“Hey, Cisco. I’m heading home. Tell V I’ll see him there, please. I don’t want to bother him while he’s talking, so I’ll just slip out.”
“Sure, Kima. Looks like they’ll be awhile. You sure you don’t need a ride? You look shaken up.” Cisco figured he’d at least offer.
Kima rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen worse. There’s no sense in hanging around. The night’s ruined. Make sure you let him know as soon as you can.” She pushed a few dollar bills toward him. Nobody even noticed as she slipped out.
Thorn tossed aside the rag that was covered in his blood and stood up. Tearney stopped crying, having composed herself. She watched silently as Thorn took off his colors and headed toward Tramp. She looked around the clubhouse and saw the other women had disappeared. Her drink was still on the bar and she wanted it. What Thorn was going to do would rock this clubhouse.
Cisco stood in front of her drink. “Hey,” she said to him. “Can I get a double shot of the strongest tequila you’ve got?”
Cisco grabbed the only bottle they stocked and poured her half a glass. He put a saltshaker down on the bar and muttered, “No lime or lemons.”
Both had their eyes on Thorn who pushed his way to Tramp. Tramp saw Thorn coming and motioned everyone but Veiko away. He watched the young bloodied biker come up next to him, his colors in his hand.
“I’m done, Tramp. I can’t fight with a brother who’s my father-in-law.” Thorn wiped at the cut across his eyebrow with his bandana. The cut needed to be stitched and the blood dripped down his face.
“I can deal with Nailz. He’ll be losing his colors for his bullshit. Darko wants you, eh?” Tramp spoke gruffly.
Thorn wiped at his eye. “Yeah, he does. And to be honest, I think it’d be a better fit for me. The clubhouse, my dad meant for Bound for Hell to have, and it will stay that way even if I break the will, unless a judge says otherwise. I got no issue with any of the bros but Nailz, and Hunter would be pissed if I tore this club apart. I knew when I got with Tears there was a chance of this. You okay with me leaving on good terms?” Thorn pulled his buck knife from the sheath on his belt, ready to cut his patch off.
Veiko spoke up. “I don’t wanna see you go, bro … but I told Tramp I thought it was best. You’re always gonna be our brother, always have a place in this club—and if it doesn’t work with Nefarious, you come back, you hear me? You’re out in good standing and free to join Nefarious, bro.”
“I appreciate that,” he said, “but for me, it’s time to move on. Never thought I’d say that, man.”
Tears stroked his hand, but he pushed her away. She moved aside to let him do this his own way.
Jersey slapped Thorn on the back. “Bro, you can’t see with that blood dripping in your eye. I’ll cut them off for you. Afterwards, I’ll take you to the ER to get that eye stitched, too. Now sit your ass down before ya fall on it.”
“I want some of those patches, Jerz. The ones with my dad’s name, leave ‘em. Just take the ones you gotta.” Thorn winced
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