Page 31 of Retribution
The rest of the members voiced their agreement with Iron, and the president slammed down the gavel once again.
“This time we’ll take the asshole out. Cobra will let us know when we can send some brothers up to help him out,” Grinder said.
“When the time comes, I want Iron and Brute to be among the brothers heading my way,” Cobra added.
Grinder nodded.
“By the way, where the fuck is Brute?” Cobra looked around the room.
“He’s had a date with the crapper since yesterday,” Iron said as several members laughed. “Food poisoning. He’s gonna be sorry he missed you, man.”
“Yeah. Tell him I’ll see him soon. I wanna get this wrapped up before long ’cause I’m planning to move on,” Cobra said.
“Where to?” Ink asked.
“Not sure yet,” Cobra replied.
“We didn’t adjourn church yet, so keep the fucking chitchat for later,” Grinder interjected.
“You got anything more?” Sparky looked at Cobra who shook his head. “Then I think that wraps it up.”
“Church is done.” The sound of the gavel bounced off the walls. “Go party.”
Loud whoops and yells mingled with the rush of footsteps as the members filed out of the room. Cobra walked over to Iron and hugged him hard.
“It’s good to see you, bro,” Iron said.
“Yeah. It’s been too long.”
The two men walked into the main room, talking and reminiscing.
“You gonna crash here tonight?” Iron asked.
Dakota alone in the motel room filled Cobra’s mind. “Nah, I gotta get back.”
Iron chuckled and handed him a beer. “You got pussy waiting for you?”
Cobra shook his head. “It’s not that. I just got some shit to do.” He clinked bottles with Iron then tipped the bottle back.
“Bullshit. I know that look.”
Cobra didn’t answer, and for the next hour, he shot the shit with friends he hadn’t seen in a long time. At one point, he was tempted to take up with the big-titted new girl and crash in one of the rooms, but the thought of Dakota by herself and vulnerable while he wet his dick didn’t sit too well with him, so he pushed away from the bar.
“Gotta get going. We’ll be in touch.” He looked at Iron.
“You going so soon?” Ink asked.
“Got stuff to do.” Cobra fished out the keys to his bike from his pocket.
“Like what?” Ink challenged.
“He’s got some prime pussy, and he doesn’t want to share,” Hulk said.
“Unlike some of you, I gotta work to feed my belly and keep my bike running.” Cobra waved his hand in the air as he walked toward the door.
“Have fun with your sweet piece,” Iron yelled out.
Shaking his head, Cobra walked out into the night.
