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Alma put her hand behind his neck and tugged his face down and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks,” she whispered, and then walked away.
Army watched her sashay toward Buzz, and smiled when the big guy wrapped his powerful arms around Alma’s tiny waist and lifted her up then planted a big kiss on her mouth. Army turned around and walked over to Crow.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Crow stared straight ahead.
“We good?” Army took out two joints and handed one to Crow.
Crow took the weed and put it between his lips. “You still going out withher?”
Army leaned against the wall, the joint dangling from his mouth. “Yeah. She’s staying around for a damn long time, bro.”
Crow glanced sideways at him. “She’s a damn good fighter.” He lit the joint.
Army blew out. “Mia’s the best.” Pride swelled inside him, and he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and be with her.
“I’d see her fight again,” Crow said, still staring straight on.
“She’ll probably come to the clubhouse once in a while and be at some of the family events. You gonna be cool with that?” Army chugged his beer.
Crow shrugged. “She came through for the Night Rebels. Yeah … she sure can fight.”
“Yeah,” Army replied.
They finished their joints and their drinks without saying another word and, in that moment, Army knew the club would embrace his woman.
When Brutus and Skull walked in with several strippers from Lust, Army looked at his phone and decided to head back to the hotel. He wanted to have a special evening with his precious woman. As he walked through the crowd, he stopped and talked a bit before finally making it outside.
“Are you leaving so soon?” Eagle asked.
Army glanced over at him and saw that he had his arm wrapped around Kelly. She winked at Army then ran her blue-tipped nails up and down Eagle’s arm.
“I’m taking Mia to Flanigan’s,” Army replied.
Eagle’s eyes widened. “That’s some serious shit, dude. You gonna do something pansy-assed like make her your old lady?”
“We just like steak. I gotta go. Later.” They pumped fists in the air, and then Army jumped on his Harley and sped toward downtown.
When Army arrived at the hotel, he stopped by the front desk and thrummed his fingers on the counter while he waited for the clerk to finish his phone call. The tall man with wire-framed glasses hung up the receiver and walked over to Army.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“I want two bottles of champagne sent to my room—403. I’m taking my woman out for dinner, so I want them in the room when we get back.”
The front desk clerk smiled. “Celebrating a special occasion?”
Stone-faced, Army stared at him. “We leave at six thirty, so make sure the champagne is brought in after that.”
The man cleared his throat. “Would you like to add chocolate dipped strawberries to your order?”
Army splayed his hands out on the smooth granite counter. “Why the fuck not.”
A small frown creased the desk clerk’s forehead. “Is that ayes, sir?”
“Fuck yeah.” Army hit the counter with his hand and the man jumped back. Army guffawed and turned around, and then swaggered to the elevators.
Army fished for the key card in his pocket but he couldn’t find it. He knocked on the door and heard Mia’s light footsteps approaching.
