Page 25 of The Devil's Revelation
TWELVE
TORQUE
Why do they have to tell me about their sex lives? Do I look like a damn therapist?
The bar is already busy and loud when King and I arrive, even from the parking lot. We park our bikes in our normal spots, and I climb off, glancing at the bar and shaking my head when I hear a woman inside laughing loudly. “Twenty bucks that was Mom,” I say to King.
“I’m not taking a fool’s bet,” King scoffs. “Sage texted me and told me to hurry my ass up because she wants to kick my ass at pool. Favors are on the table, so I’m ditching your ass.”
I roll my eyes as we make our way towards the front door. “I seriously don’t need to know that shit,” I remind him drily. “You two are really starting to sound like Mom and Dad, and I’m not a fan of it.”
King shrugs. “My woman is fine as hell, and I’m not ashamed of it. You meet your woman, you’ll be the same.” He shoots me a sly grin. “Maybe that’ll be your date tonight.”
“I don’t have a date tonight.”
“So that wasn’t you inviting Izzy to come hang at the bar tonight?”
I scowl at him. “That was me being friendly. And so people will get off my back and see the two of us are all good.”
King scoffs. “Yeah, right. That’s not why you were eyeing her like you wanted to spread her out on the hood of a car and have your way with her in ways that are illegal in all fifty states.”
More like over my bike. Hell, that’s been a recurring fantasy in my mind every night for the past week. Instead of admitting that, I reply, “She’s hot, I’ve already said that, but there’s nothing there. Can’t be, especially if I want to convince her to come work at the shop.”
“Keep on lying to yourself,” King drawls as we reach the door.
Kaleb is manning the door, and he gives us a chin lift when we nod at him. If Kaleb’s manning the door tonight, I know that no one will get in that shouldn’t. Kaleb is responsible. Almost a little too much at times, but it tells me that if he gets patched in, he’s going to be a loyal brother.
At twenty, he’s been through far too much for a kid his age, but he’s come out on the good side instead of in jail like most kids would have been in his situation. The way things are going, he’ll probably be our third African American brother, and I’m all for it. He’ll be a nice middle ground between Viper and Timber. At six-two, he’s still lanky, but starting to fill out the more he works out. His hair is thick but he keeps it cut relatively short to his head, and has dark eyes with a baby face. Though looks are deceiving, because he is far from a kid.
“Any trouble so far?” King asks him as he reaches for the door.
Kaleb gives him a sideways glance. “Do your mother and Old Lady count?” he asks.
King grins at him. “They’re the definition of trouble, so yeah.”
Kaleb sighs. “They’ve already tried to dance on the bar once before Prez stopped them, and Stone corralled them back to their table. I’m kind of glad I’m out here tonight. Pierce and Norris are on bouncer duty inside.”
King and I share a glance and sigh. “Thanks for the heads up, man. We’ll probably end up having to switch you at some point.”
Kaleb nods. “Sure thing. I got permission from Prez to leave at eleven though.”
King heads inside and I look at Kaleb. “Everything good?”
Kaleb gives a tight nod. “I got some family shit to straighten out tonight.”
“You need back up or help, just call or shoot a text,” I tell him. “You’re a good guy, Kaleb, and you’ve proven it, so don’t get your ass in trouble if you need help. Got me?”
He nods again. “I got you. Thanks, Torque. I just need to handle my little brother and then I’ll be back at the clubhouse tonight. I’m at the shop with you on Monday.”
I nod as I clap him on the shoulder. “Just let one of us know before you leave so we’re not wondering where you are.” He promises he will, and I head inside.
When I walk in, I expect to see the place wild and crazy, but surprisingly, it’s an average Saturday night. Well, if you don’t count the fact that Mom and Sage are huddled up in a booth with Syn, Raven, and Leonora. I look around for their men and see them standing with Dad and Stone by the dartboards, talking. King is at the bar getting himself a drink.
I head that way, waving when people call out to me. Brandi, our bartender, gives me a flirtatious smile. “Howdy, handsome,” she purrs when I stand in front of her. “What can I get you? You know I’ll give you anything you ask for.”
“Just a beer, Brandi,” I say politely. Brandi isn’t a club girl, but she’s still aiming to claim a biker. Though she’s not picky on which one.
“Coming right up.” She turns to grab a bottle from the cooler and I shoot King a subtle eye roll. He grins, taking his own and then turning to head towards the womens’ table. “So when are you going to take me for a ride, Torque, baby?” Brandi asks as she slides me the bottle.
