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“If you need us sooner, let me know,” Steel said, clasping Roughneck’s shoulder.
“You’re fuckin’ cheating.” Goldie’s voice bounced off the walls. The men at the bar turned toward the pool tables.
“I told you Raven’s been teaching me some moves. I warned you.” Muerto laughed.
“So now you’re a pool hustler like your old lady?” Goldie leaned over and took a shot.
Steel, Diablo, and Paco sniggered. Roughneck turned away, his brows knitted. Paco figured he was remembering when Raven hustled in Max’s bar. It still seemed to piss him off. “You got some chow around here?” Roughneck asked.
“Lena and the girls are getting ready to bring it out,” Steel replied.
“Ruby doesn’t look like she’s gonna help,” Diablo said, pointing to the club girl sitting in Army’s lap.
“She’s a looker. I may want to get cozy with her after I eat. You got any hang-arounds coming tonight?” Roughneck asked.
“I’m pretty sure Army, Eagle, and Brutus got the word out that we have the president of the Fallen Slayers spending the night. The chicks will be coming in soon,” Paco answered.
The Night Rebels waited until Steel and Roughneck filled their plates before they went over to the table. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, coleslaw, and biscuits enticed them. Paco filled his plate and sat down next to Army, Jigger, Goldie, and Muerto.
“You wanna go to the bike rally this weekend?’ Army asked as he buttered his biscuit.
Paco picked up a chicken leg. “Where’s it at?”
“Utah. Not too far from where your sister lives,” Army replied.
“It’s not going to be a big one, but some of the smaller ones have some badass bikes,” Goldie said.
Misty’s dark eyes flashed through his mind.I can stop off and see her again to make sure she’s doing okay.“Count me in.” He took a swig of beer.
“Cool. We can ride together. I think there’re about six of us who are going.” Army shoved in a forkful of mashed potatoes.
“Are you going?” Paco asked Jigger.
“I want to but I can’t. I’m going to Durango to see my kid for the weekend.”
“How’s that going with your ex? Did the judge increase her alimony?” Goldie said.
Shaking his head, Jigger coated his potatoes in black pepper. “Nah. He set it to expire at the end of the year. She about shit a brick. Serves her right. She wanted to get more money outta me so she could sit home and watch TV. Fuck that. I’m glad the judge saw through it. I wish I had Abe full time.”
“Does she treat him all right?” Paco asked.
“Morgan’s a royal bitch, but she’s a good mom. I just wish I saw him more, that’s all.” Jigger pushed his plate away. “Some of the chicks are coming in. Man, the blonde in the short leopard skirt is fuckin’ hot.”
Paco craned his neck and saw a stacked woman in her thirties wearing a tight skirt and a clingy top walk toward the bar. He smiled. “She’s just your type, dude. Built and older.” Jigger was twenty-six years old, and Paco noticed he shied away from women his own age and went for those who were in their mid-thirties and older.
“Older women are more grounded than the ones around my age, and they have more experience, which makes it real fun.” He chuckled.
“I love older women,” Army said as he ran his eyes over the blonde’s curves.
“Age doesn’t mean shit if you hit it off,” Paco said as he rose to his feet. “You want any more drinks? I’ll have Rusty bring you another round.”
Goldie held up his hands. “None for me. I’m taking off.”
“I want to get to know the blonde hottie,” Jigger said, standing up.
“I’ll go over to the bar with you,” Army said.
With his back against the bar, Paco scanned the crowd. In a short time, the room had become packed with hang-arounds, all looking to have a good time with a brother. Some of them were there for the excitement of being with a rough biker, some loved having sex with a lot of men, and some came for the drugs and the intimacy, even if it was just for a short time. He saw Roughneck and Alma, one of the club girls, kissing up a storm before Roughneck stood up, grabbed her hand, and walk out of the room.
