Page 20 of Wheelie's Challenge
“Fuck, no, but I like all the chicks in bikinis. You gotta come out and see me.”
“I’d like to. Banger wants some brothers to go to help you all out in setting up the club. He thinks there may be trouble with that other MC.”
Breaker grabbed his bottle of beer, and the two of them moved away from the bar. “The fuckin’ East Bay Dogs. We can handle those assholes. They only care about making and selling meth. They’ve made some noise but we’ve shut them the hell up. I don’t think we’re gonna have any problems with them unless they hook up with the Grim Henchmen. Those fuckers have been shooting their mouths off about expanding from northern Cali to the south. We’re not letting that shit happen.”
“What shit?” Rock asked as he clasped Breaker’s shoulder. The two sergeant at arms had become real tight a few years before at one of the national charity runs the Insurgents sponsored.
“The Grim Henchmen coming into Insurgents’ territory in San Diego. We talked about that.” Breaker took a long pull on his beer.
“And we’re not gonna let that happen. Banger’s talking about aligning with the Angry Disciples from LA. Their prez and Banger got real friendly at last year’s Sturgis, and we’re gonna meet up with them when we go to California.”
“They’d be a good ally. There’s no way they’re letting the fuckin’ Henchmen near LA. I’m pretty sure they’ll help us if we need them in San Diego.”
“Any of the other Insurgents’ chapters will help you guys—just put out the word. Besides, you know we’re always there for you, dude,” Wheelie said.
Breaker nodded then leaned in close to Wheelie. “Is the sonofabitch still in San Quentin?”
Wheelie stiffened. “As far as I know. They’re supposed to tell us if they cut the bastard loose.”
“You should check on that. The government always fucks something up.”
“I just checked a few months ago, but I’m due for another. I’ve been keeping tabs on the fucker ever since he got convicted. I figure he’s got about two years left of his sentence, and when he gets out, I’ll make goddamn sure he doesn’t get to enjoy his freedom.”
Breaker narrowed his eyes. “Just give me the word and I’m with you, bro. The bastard doesn’t deserve to live after what he did to Kendra. Manslaughter was a crock of shit. A bunch of lazy-ass lawyers struck that fuckin’ deal.”
“You said it.” Wheelie’s jaw tightened and anger snapped at his nerves. It hadn’t mattered what his mom or he wanted, the DA cut a deal over their objections. Just thinking of it brought back all the pain and rage he’d felt when the DA told him Russ had pled to voluntary manslaughter.
“That cutie over there is giving you the once over,” Rags said to Breaker as he joined the group. “She must see that sergeant at arms patch on your cut.”
Rock guffawed and smacked Wheelie lightly on his upper arm. “Rags always has a reason why a chick is checking out a brother and not him.”
The levity of the moment calmed down Wheelie’s anger and he chuckled. “I don’t think he’s doing too bad. I saw Pippa hanging all over him.” Pippa was a hoodrat who’d become a regular at club parties for the past six months. “She seems to have a thing for you,” Wheelie said to Rags, who beamed while nodding.
“I’m gonna go check out the little lady,” Breaker said, making a bee-line to the curvy dark-haired woman. Soon his arm snaked around her waist, and he led her back into the clubhouse.
“You gonna play some pool later on?” Rags asked Wheelie and Rock.
“Nah, I’m gonna cut out in about an hour. Andrew’s out tonight and I wanna make sure he gets home at his curfew.” The crease between Rock’s brows deepened.
“Is he still being a pain in the ass?” Wheelie asked.
“More than I’d like, but Clotille would say no.”
“Don’t be so hard on him. Just remember how you were as a teenager,” Rags said.
“I do and that’swhyI’m hard on him.” The three men laughed. “I don’t want him to do half the shit I did at sixteen.”
“I guess if I had a son I wouldn’t want him doing the shit I did either,” Rags said. “What about you?” He looked at Wheelie.
“Actually, I didn’t give my mom a hard time when I was that age, but my sister made up for it.” Wheelie turned away and scanned the crowd. He didn’t want to talk about his past.
“We got a goddamn saint in the club,” Rags said and Rock laughed.
“I didn’t say I was a saint. I just didn’t want to make my mom miserable. So, are you gonna play pool later?”
Rags nodded. “I was thinking of it.”
“Hi, handsome.”
