Page 110 of Army
Chapter Twenty-Five
Army stretched outhis legs and folded his arms across his chest as he watched Taylor and Madman practice their moves. Kat walked by and threw him a toothy grin before heading into the locker room area. Even though she knew he and Mia were together, she kept trying to start something with him. The last time she’d come on too strong, Army had set her straight about his relationship with Mia. The amazing thing about his woman was it didn’t seem to bother her too much when Kat flirted with him. Of course, he never reciprocated, but he’d never been with a chick who wasn’t constantly jealous. Mia really trusted him, and he was blown away by her faith in him. Even though he trusted her as well, he still got pissed off when a guy checked her out.
Behind him, he heard Chainsaw’s voice rising in irritation. He was talking loud enough for Army to hear him.
“I’m just gonna tell you this one more time. You gotta be a member of Champion. You’re not, so you can’t come in. It’s pretty fucking simple,” Chainsaw said.
Army pivoted in the chair and saw a guy dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and a leather cut standing by the door. The man’s eyes kept looking over Chainsaw’s shoulders, scanning the inside of the gym. Army had a feeling this dude wanted him, so he pushed up from the chair and sauntered over.
When he reached the door, he knew the guy was a biker from the tats on his arms and a small patch on his cut—a devil face with guns surrounding it.
“I got this,” Army said to Chainsaw.
The fighter looked from Army to the guy then back to Army. “He can’t come in.”
“I know.” Army steeled his eyes on the guy.
Chainsaw grunted then walked away.
“What the fuck do you want?” Army asked.
The medium-sized man ran his beady eyes over Army then shook his head. “I’m looking to talk to Army.”
“That’s me. Now what the fuck do you want?”
“You’re not wearing your cut,” the man said.
“I bet you’re the brightest member of the fuckin’ Pistons. You’ve got ten seconds to tell me what the fuck you want and then I start punching.” Army stepped outside.
“Shark wants to meet with you,” the guy said, shuffling back a bit.
“You a damn prospect?”
“Yep.” The older man’s eyes shone with pride.
“Where?”
“He said for you to call him. He said it’s personal so it’ll just be you and him.”
Army glanced around the street, but didn’t see anyone. “Gimme the fuckin’ number.”
The prospect gave him a piece of paper then walked away. Army stepped back inside and headed for the break room. He opened the fridge and took out a small bottle of orange juice and twisted off the cap then took a deep drink. Taking out the burner phone, he plopped down on one of the chairs and tapped in the asshole’s number.
“I’ve got a score to settle with you,” Shark growled into the phone.
“That makes two of us. I don’t like fuckers who beat up on chicks.” Army took another drink.
“You’re fucking my sister, asshole.”
“So you hit her?”
“She knows her fuckin’ duty to the family, especially me. She deserved the beating.”
“I heard she beat the shit out of your wimpy ass,” Army said.
“Let’s settle this fucker—just you and me. No backup, no weapons, just fists. And one more thing—I want you to stay the hell away from Mia,” Shark gritted.
“You don’t tell me shit, motherfucker. Tomorrow night at ten. There’s a baseball field—Sloane’s—just on the outskirts of the city going east. I’ll meet you there and I can finally get this shit over with.” Army finished the juice. “I don’t want you near Mia again.”
