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He closed the sliding door and walked toward Sofia’s welcoming arms.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The clubhouse forthe San Diego Insurgents MC was a sprawling three story stucco mansion with terracotta roof tiles. Thick, thirty foot stucco-clad walls with wrought iron spikes on top surrounded it.
When Wheelie arrived at the gate, Easy greeted him with a wave and opened the iron gates. Wheelie lifted his chin at Easy as he and Sofia drove through.
“This is beautiful,” she said as they went down a winding road bordered by palm trees and lush vegetation.
“It kicks ass,” Wheelie replied, pulling into a parking space. He hopped out of the rental car and went around and opened the passenger door. He caressed her tight face. “It’s gonna be cool, babe. Breaker said that the old ladies are real nice.”
“I hope so. How long are you going to be?”
“We’ve got club business so it could be a while.” Wheelie clasped her hand and led her to the front porch. He swung open the heavy wooden door and they walked into a red-tiled foyer then followed the sounds of music and voices.
An arched doorway led into a very large room that had colorful tiles on the wall behind a curved bar. Pool tables lined the back of the room, and three long couches formed a U-shape in front of a gigantic flat screen television. Men in leather and jeans filled the room, and Sofia clutched Wheelie’s hand tighter as he made his way over to Hawk.
“Hey,” Hawk said, bumping fists with him.
“I didn’t expect to see you guys until late tonight.” Wheelie nodded at the prospect, who brought him a Coors. “You want anything?” Wheelie asked Sofia.
“A club soda,” she said, looking around the room. The prospect scurried away. “I can’t get over how pretty the clubhouse is. Look at those Mexican tiles behind the bar. I’d love to do something like that at your place. Maybe in the kitchen.”
Wheelie brushed his lips across hers. “It’sourplace, and I told you to do what the hell you want with it except in the basement.”
The prospect handed Sofia a tall glass then rushed back to the bar.
“Banger decided to leave a day early,” Hawk said, glancing at Sofia then back to Wheelie.
He jerked his head in understanding: Banger wanted to take care of Tigger. Since the club had found out that the ex-Insurgent had left Pinewood Springs, Banger and the others had been livid. In their world, no one stole from the club, and the fact that Tigger had been a brother, the theft was an act of betrayal to all of them.
Someone gripped his shoulder. “Good job,” Banger said. Wheelie knew he meant about finding Tigger. “We got club business. Does Sofia have something to do?”
She leaned in closer to Wheelie. “I’m going shopping with the old ladies.”
“I guess we won’t be seeing you for quite a while.” Banger chuckled. “I can never understand how you women can shop for so many fuckin’ hours. When I need clothes, I go in and out in less than twenty minutes.”
“Same with me,” Wheelie added.
“But I bet you take hours when buying a leather jacket or a new bike.” Sofia said, softly poking him in the side.
Banger burst out laughing and Wheelie shook his head. “You got me there, babe.”
“Breaker’s looking for you,” Panther said as he came up to Wheelie.
“Where’s he at?”
“In the yard. It’s down that hallway,” Panther said, pointing to the left.
“You’ve got a fuckin’ country club here,” Wheelie said.
Panther threw his head back and guffawed. The tie holding back his hair slipped down, and he pulled it out and put it around his wrist. With his black hair and large green eyes, Wheelie understood how the president got his road name.
“How the hell do you get anything done? I’m expecting to see a goddamn pool somewhere out back,” Hawk said, a smile twitching on the corner of his mouth. Panther held up his middle finger and the men laughed.
A busty woman in her early thirties came over to Sofia and smiled. “Are you Wheelie’s woman?”
“Yes,” Sofia answered.
