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“Maybe we can have some fun before you head over to the club.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile.
Army stepped on the accelerator and sped down the highway while Mia giggled and snuggled next to him, her head resting on his shoulder. He couldn’t get to Alina fast enough.
* * *
Army walked intothe clubhouse amid cheers and whistles from the brothers. Before he could make it to the bar, the prospect gave him a beer in one hand and a tumbler of Jack straight up in the other.
“All fuckin’ charges dismissed!” Army yelled, holding the drinks in the air.
“Fuck yeah!” several brothers shouted, raising their fists in solidarity.
Army downed his shot and threw the glass against the wall, and the room erupted in laughter as Eagle, Chains, Brutus, and Cueball followed suit, smashing their bottles and tumblers against the back wall.
“How the hell did you get them to drop the possession of a dangerous weapon charge?” Brick asked as he brought a beer bottle to his mouth.
“My lawyer’s kickass,” Army replied, glancing at Goldie and Paco.
The truth was that Steel had told Army’s attorney about the drug buy between the Satan’s Pistons and the 39thStreet Gang, and the lawyer used it as a negotiation tool to get the illegal knife charge dismissed. Mitch had never revealed where the information had come from, and the narcotic detectives were still patting themselves on the back for busting one of the largest drug transactions of their careers.
Tipping off badges about criminal activity wasn’t something the Night Rebels did, but it’d seemed like the only way to keep Army from doing a three-year stint in the pen and two years of mandatory parole. Added bonuses for leaking the information were that the bust had shut down the 39thStreet punks for a while, and most of the Pistons at the warehouse had been arrested, crippling their club for a long time.
“I heard what happened to Shark,” Buzz said as he pulled Army into a bear hug. “I also heard you’re still going out with the sister.”
“Yeah. My woman’s here to stay.” Army narrowed his eyes. “You got a problem with that?”
Buzz jerked his head back. “No fuckin’ way, dude. I’m just trying to digest you sayingmy woman. Never thought I’d hear those words come outta your mouth.”
Neither did I, but Mia slipped into my life and hooked me before I even knew what had happened. Now I can’t imagine a life without her.
“Mia really came through for you and the brotherhood,” Paco said, handing Army another drink.
“She had your back, bro, even after what happened to her fuckin’ brother. She’s okay, and she’s a good asset to the club—man, can she fight. You better watch it if you piss her off,” Chains said.
The men laughed and Army glanced over at Crow, who stood off to the side drinking a beer.
“When’s Stiletto’s next fight?” Buzz asked.
“Not sure, and you better not call her Stiletto outside of the ring or she’ll have you in a submission before you’ll know what hit you,” Army said to the Fallen Slayer member.
Buzz guffawed and slapped Army on the back. “Good one, bro.”
As more Fallen Slayers entered the clubhouse, Army grabbed another beer and made his way over to Crow. Before he reached him, Alma ran up to Army and gave him a big hug.
“I really missed you,” she whispered in his ear.
He gently eased her away and smiled. “Did you think I moved to Durango for good?”
“No, but you were gone a long time.” Alma twirled a strand of her dark hair around her finger. “Did you bring that lady back with you?”
Army tilted his head back. “Yeah … I brought my woman with me.”
The club girl’s face fell and she looked down at the floor. “Oh,” she muttered then she looked up at him. “Are you gonna want to have some fun on the side like Rooster and Tattoo Mike?” She bit the corner of her bottom lip as she locked gazes with him.
“Mia’s more than enough woman for me, but Buzz’s got a thing for you.”
Alma’s dark eyes brightened. “He does?” She craned her neck. “Where is he?”
“By the bar. He likes pretty dark-haired women who walk like they’re doing the rumba.”
