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Chains pushed off from the wall with the heel of his boot. “Yeah—barbecue sounds real good.” He whistled for Thor, who dashed over. “Let me feed him first.”
“Sure.” Aztec threw down the spent joint and snubbed it out with the toe of his boot. He held the screen door open for Chains and Thor, then went inside.
Chains had a ton of work to finish, but he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts that night. He’d rather lose himself in motorcycle talk, throw back a few shots of tequila, and check out the chicks at the restaurant. Maybe he’d join the brothers afterward at the club’s strip bar. It’d been a while since Chains had been to Lust, and he’d heard that Army and Brutus had hired a few new dancers. It was about time he got back to his old ways and stopped acting like a fucking pansy. As a matter of fact, he was glad, no… thrilled that Autumn and Bret were getting hitched—it kept him from losing his damn head.
“Ready to roll?” Eagle asked as he walked into the main room.
Chains pulled Thor close and nuzzled his face into the dog’s soft fur. “Be good,” he whispered. Rising to his feet, he cleared his throat. “Thor gets no more than two treats, and let him out in the back area only, not in the open space.”
“Sure, baby,” Alma said.
Kelly nodded, then threw a kiss at him.
The remaining members lifted their fists in the air, their eyes glued to a horror movie on the television screen.
Chains fished out his keys and walked slowly toward his motorcycle.
