Page 20 of The Devil's Revelation
“Those other boys can’t figure out their asses from a hole in the ground,” Dad grumbles.
“Still should make them pull their weight,” Bowie agrees. Also former military, Bowie still looks like he’s about a day away from re-enlisting. He wears his hair almost completely shaved, and is one of the few of us that keeps his face clean-shaven. I hear the club girls going on about his looks and ink, but as far as I’m concerned, he’s a damn bloodhound when he gets his mind set on something. This guy will spend days and weeks on a mission if needed, barely stopping to sleep or take a piss.
“Any idea if any of them have any experience with vehicles of any kind?” I ask. “I don’t want them coming in and creating more work if they mess up.”
“I say we find out, and if they do, we get them in to see what they can manage,” Shadow suggests. “If they can’t handle it, then let Kaleb and Carson be the ones to do it and we figure out shifts around them. Hell, at this rate, Carson and Kaleb will be fully patched in no time, and the other three will be still scrubbing toilets. Time to figure out what they’re made of, because if we go toe to toe with the damn mob, we need to make sure we have the best people with us. Not ones that will run crying for their mommys when things get tough.”
I look at Timber and Titan. “You two good working with the prospects as needed at the shop?”
“As long as they don’t whine like little bitches all the time, sure,” Timber says with a nod.
Titan nods as well. “I’m good with that.” Titan is a newer club brother, but he’s well versed in the MC life. He transferred from another club in California called the Golden Skulls, and while I was a bit wary of him in the beginning, he’s a damn good mechanic and a loyal brother. With strawberry blonde hair, a short cropped beard, and dark eyes, he never seems to be without some kind of female attention. He also has some MMA fighting experience and has been showing us all some moves.
A chorus of agreements go around. “Then we put it to a vote,” Dad announces. “All those in favor of having each prospect work at the garage in rotating shifts until we either find someone capable or find out which one is the best fit?”
“Aye,” everyone calls out. I nod, though I’m secretly dreading the idea of dealing with the other three. Those assholes are pains, but maybe they’ll surprise me.
“Next item?” Dad asks, looking around.
“Got a girl interested in being a new club girl,” Sniper announces. Everyone perks up at that piece of information. The club girls we’ve got now are fun and all, but they’re getting boring as hell, and most of them are angling for an Old Lady patch.
Every club girl in here is treated with respect, but I don’t want or need the headache of them lately. Shyla especially is obsessed with getting an Old Lady patch, but now that King is taken, she’s set her sights on Stone and I. Like hell do I want that bitch on the back of my bike. Pretty sure Stone feels the same way. Why the hell would we want an Old Ladythat most of our brothers have been with at one time or another?
The rest of them are a bit less in your face, but it’s there.
“Who is she?” Twigs asks, and I can all but hear the excitement in his voice. Twigs has only been a patched member for a little over a year, and I’m still shocked he’s here. The kid is so damn skinny I don’t know how he rides his bike. He’s easy going, and not much phases him, and he’s enjoying the life of having available pussy twenty-four seven. We’ve all been there, so I can’t blame him.
“Girl’s name is Kinley,” Sniper answers. “She’s twenty-one, just started at the strip club in town. Seems to be one who wants to party and have some fun. No boyfriend or anyone with a tie to us from what I found. Cryos is going to do a deeper search on her.”
“I already started, but nothing’s popped up so far,” Cryos announces. Cryos is what we call our tech wizard. Not to mention, the guy is wicked smart. Hell, the FBI recruited him when he was a kid for hacking into their system, and he eventually left and found us. Now, he finds all the details on anyone that comes through our club and businesses. You took a shit this morning? Cryos will find out the time and the size by hacking into your phone. Needless to say, we know not to piss him off.
“She been around the club that we know of?” Shadow asks. His eyes are dark and calculating. Shadow’s not the trusting kind.
“She was here for a couple of parties a while ago with some friends,” Sniper answers. “She and Shyla are friends or know each other in some way.”
King groans. “We do not need another Shyla.”
I nod in agreement.
“We need some new women around here, and I for one say we give her a trial run,” Twigs declares.
“That’s only because you want to tap a new piece of ass,” I say with a roll of my eyes. Twigs shrugs, not the least bit sorry.
“I agree with a trial run,” Dad finally says. “She needs to get along with the rest of the girls, and if she’s going to cause drama, her ass will be booted.”
Sniper nods. “I’ll let her know. If all goes well, we’ll put it to a vote.”
“Fine. Anything else?”
“So when are we going to talk about Stone and his lady?” Twigs asks with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I mean, shouldn’t we be making plans for when he pisses her off and she sics those dogs on him? I like to be prepared.”
Stone glares at him, flipping him off while the rest of us laugh. “Fuck you. There is nothing going on between Syn and I,” he snaps.
I smirk. “Oh I don’t know,” I drawl. “The two of you were looking mighty cozy the last time she was here.”
Stone narrows his eyes at me. “We were twenty feet away from each other, and on opposite sides of the room, asshole.”
“Exactly,” I say with a slow grin. “You were twenty-four feet away from each other the time before that. Hell, by next Christmas, you actually might stand side by side. Want me to get Mom to start planning the wedding now?”
Everyone laughs when Stone rolls his eyes. “Maybe we should be talking about the lady mechanic you somehow managed to piss off and insult all in one breath?” he retorts, throwing me under the bus.
I scowl at him as everyone switches their attention to me. Fucker. He’ll pay for that.
