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With a look of relief, Jillian nodded and dashed away.
“What the fuck?” Army asked, reaching up to touch the flag.
“Don’t mess with my employees. I’ve told you that before. Besides, she’s too damn young for you. You wanna hang the flag up in your room?”
“Yeah. I’d love to mount it on my bike so the fuckin’ badges could see it and know not to mess with my civil liberties.” The brothers laughed.
“That’d be cool. Take it to Skid Marks. Maybe Shotgun or Diablo can get it mounted for you. Let me get you one.” He bent down and pulled a crisply folded flag from a plastic bin.
“Do you have any Corozal Drystar gloves left?” Eagle asked.
“I just got another shipment in. They’re in the back of the store.”
At that moment, a trio of women came in and eyed the men. One of them smiled at Paco. “Hi.”
“Hey. How’s it going?”
“Okay. Well actually, I’ve been pretty bored lately.” She ran the tip of her tongue over her top lip. “How’ve you been?”
“Good.”
The woman’s two friends laughed and went over to a rack of camouflage clothing. She winked at Paco and joined them.
“Who the hell is she?” Army asked, his eyes on her ass.
“A customer. She comes into the store a lot.”
“From the signals she’s giving out, she wants more than camouflage T-shirts and cut-offs.”
Paco laughed. “Yeah, I’ve suspected that for a while.”
“Then why the fuck haven’t you ridden her?”
“I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“Well since this isn’t my business, I’m gonna check her out.” Army started to walk away.
“Hold on. I’ll go with you,” Eagle said.
“Do you still want the gloves?” Paco asked.
“Yeah. Size large.” He followed Army.
“Aren’t you going to join them?” Paco asked Chains.
“Nah. I’m not into women outside of the club. You know how it is. With the club women they know the score. Citizens are a pain in the ass.”
“You’ve got a point there.” Paco knew Chains was still bitter about his wife leaving him for Cross Bones. Chains’s old lady started having an affair with Cross Bones, whose old lady was Lena, the cook for the club. At first Chains hadn’t believed it when brothers started telling him that Cross Bones and Brandy were cozying up, and Paco hadn’t blamed him. Chains had thought he and Brandy were solid—Paco could relate to that. But then one night, Chains, Paco, Eagle, Army, and Sangre had come back early from a charity poker run and he’d found Brandy on all fours, her ass high in the air and Cross Bones’s cock buried deep inside her. The brothers had let him beat the hell out of Cross Bones, only interfering when the fucking betrayer took out his gun.
Lena had been devastated. She’d loved Cross Bones since she was seventeen years old. Steel threw his ass out of the club, and Chains promptly filed divorce papers, but Paco knew it’d left a real bitter taste in his mouth and a huge crack in his heart. Even though it’d been four years, he still refused to fuck anyone but a club girl.
“I could use some of the Drystar gloves too. Where’re they at?”
“At the back of the store with all the biker stuff. Jillian and I moved things around a couple of weeks ago. Grab a large pair for Eagle.”
Army came up to the counter. “Put the flag on my tab. Can you bring it to the club tonight? Eagle and I are gonna be busy for a while.”
Paco glanced over to Eagle, who had his arm around one of the women. “I’ll put the gloves on his tab and bring them to the club. You gonna party at their house?”
