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“Don’t you like me anymore?”
The soft touch of her fingers brushing against his forearm made him wish Angie was the one beside him.
Shifting away from her, he said, “I like you just fine, Ruby. Something is taking a helluva lot of space in my mind. That’s all.”
“I can help you forget about it, at least for a little while.”
He chuckled. “If it were that easy, I’d be all in.”
But it wasn’t that easy. Being with Ruby, Fina, or any other girl wouldn’t do a damn thing for him—Angie would be front and center in his mind.
“Well, if you need me in any way, let me know.” She wrapped her slender arm around his waist. “I’m a good listener.”
Nodding, he replied, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The thud of the screen door broke into their conversation. Crow looked over his shoulder and gave Goldie a chin lift.
Ruby squeezed Crow’s arm. “I’ll be seeing you around.” She flashed a smile at Goldie and walked back into the clubhouse.
Goldie dug into his cut’s pocket and took out two joints. “Want one?”
Nodding, Crow snagged one from the biker’s hand. “Is this our stuff?”
“Yeah—nothing but the best.”
Crow grabbed a lighter from his pocket, lit Goldie’s joint, and then his. He inhaled slowly, then pulled it from his lips, holding his breath a few seconds before releasing the smoke.
“What bullshit that the Denver rally’s canceled,” Goldie said before taking a drag on his joint.
“A fuckin’ power trip for their asshole mayor. Last year, there were fuckin’ badges all over the damn place, and nothing happened, so do the same shit this year.”
“Probably spent the money allocated for the damn badges on personal shit. All these damn politicians are so fucking corrupt. All they do is yap and tellushow to liveourlives, then do whatever the hell they want behind closed doors.”
“Fuckin’ hypocrites. That’s why none of us has any use for the lot of them.”
Goldie laughed. “Their world doesn’t have a fucking thing to do with ours.” Raising up his arm, he held up his middle finger. “Fuck all of ’em!”
“Damn straight,” he replied, his middle finger held high above his head.
“What the hell’s going on?” Chains asked as he stepped out onto the patio.
“We’re giving all the piece-of-shit politicians our salute,” Crow answered.
Raising up his finger, Chains said, “I’ll get in on that.”
“Damn the assholes for canceling the rally,” Goldie said.
“It fuckin’ sucks.” Crow tossed the spent joint on the concrete floor and snubbed it out with the toe of his boot. “This is the third big rally canceled by these pussy politicians. We gotta start doing more of these on our own. Old man Johnson’s good with us using his land.”
“How many acres do you think he’s got?” Goldie asked.
“I’d say about a hundred,” he answered.
“That would work. I was talking to Smokey the other day. He said the Insurgents are just as pissed as we are about Denver being canceled. Hawk and Banger are looking around for some land to buy for rallies. Maybe we could get in on that,” Chains said.
“That’d be cool, but we need a place closer to us. At least that’s my thought on it,” Crow said.
“Sounds like a topic for church.” Goldie took out three joints.
