Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
The Fury prez was frowning at him. “You with us?”
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“You wanted Shady’s time as a prospect to be longer than six months. But instead of extendin’ it, thinkin’ we should patch him in a couple weeks early for his part in the shit that went down on the mountain. He proved himself.”
“Yeah, he did,” Sig agreed. “Guy’s got some big balls on him. Though, he could be scary as fuck. Those silent killers usually are.”
“He got military time? Some special ops shit or somethin’?” Ozzy scratched at his beard.
“If he does, hasn’t said a fuckin’ word about it,” Cage said. “He mention anything to you, Prez?”
“Nope. Not to me,” Trip answered. “And he knows I served.”
“Those silent types can be fuckin’ crazy,” Cage said. “I get why Judge was wary about him, but he did kick ass up there. Was fuckin’ impressive.”
“Yeah, he was,” Judge muttered.
“That’s why I’m thinkin’ we shouldn’t wait. Show him our thanks by votin’ tonight. Get him his rockers. And have the bash on Sunday.”
“Just gotta call a vote, Prez.” Ozzy sat back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll make the motion.”
“Second,” Sig said.
Trip’s eyes slid to Judge’s. “You okay with this?”
“Yeah,” he answered.
Trip nodded. “All in favor?”
All five officers voted aye, except for Cage, since the Road Captain didn’t get a vote unless another officer was missing and he needed to fill in.
Trip smacked the gavel on the table. “Motion passed. Shady’s gonna be our newest fuckin’ member.” He smiled. “Shit’s comin’ together, brothers. Club’s growin’, the coffers are growin’ and everyone’s takin’ care of business.”
“Twelve of us now, but with Shady patchin’ in we only got one fuckin’ prospect left. We need more,” Cage said.
“Yeah, Easy can only shovel so much shit,” Deke said.
Trip spoke up next. “And like I say every fuckin’ meetin’, keep your eyes open and ears to the ground. Thinkin’ after Easy, all prospects gonna do a year sentence. Let’s vote on that, too.”
Unanimous yeahs went around the table when Trip called it to a vote.
“A whole fuckin’ year of bein’ dog shit. That’s gonna suck.” Cage shook his head but wore a grin. The man liked giving the prospects shit.
Cage needed to watch that because prospects became members and once they were members they might want revenge.
“Then you better thank the sperm gods you came from Dutch’s wrinkled, hairy nut sac, and that your momma took his load in her twat and didn’t swallow you,” Ozzy told him. He opened his mouth and, using his fist, made the motion of a blow job.
Cage flicked his lit hand-rolled at Ozzy, who batted it away. “How you know what Dutch’s nut sac looks like unless you were fuckin’ up close and personal? Got somethin’ to tell us?”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” Trip ordered, trying to keep a serious face. “When it comes to dick, nobody gives a shit if you suck it or fuck it.”
“Wonder if Shady leans that way?” Sig asked.
“Don’t give a fuck as long as it doesn’t affect the club,” Trip answered his brother. “Anyway, Sig, set up a party for Sunday. Keep it on the DL what the party’s for. Gonna surprise him.” He turned toward Deacon. “Get a pig from the Amish since I don’t want our VP anywhere near them.”
“Need Deke with me,” Judge told Trip.
Trip frowned. “With you where?”
“Gonna head up to Rochester. He already did some groundwork, but we need to dig deeper.”
“What the fuck’s in Rochester?” Ozzy asked.
“That’s where Cassie’s from,” Deke answered.
“Yeah. And?”
“Yeah and we gotta head up there,” Judge answered the club’s secretary. “Try to track down her ex.”
“Ain’t her ex yet,” Trip muttered.
Judge turned toward him. “And that’s the reason we’re headed up there. Gonna find his fuckin’ ass, scrape her free of him.”
“She got the money to pay you? Know she’s hurtin’ financially,” Trip asked.
“She ain’t got shit. And now her sister and brother-in-law left town, she’s gotta hire a babysitter while she’s workin’ at Pete’s. Gonna set her back even more.”
“Get one of the sweet butts to watch the kid,” Cage suggested.
“Fuck that,” Judge said. “Cassie don’t know what a sweet butt is. She finds out and one of ‘em is watchin’ her girl...?” He shook his head.
“Then he might lose out on a piece of that sweet, sweet pussy,” Deke finished for him in a sing-song voice and with a grin.
“Cuz,” Judge growled.
“Oh fuck, you tappin’ that?” Ozzy asked, his grey eyes wide. “She’s got it goin’ on.” He smirked and used his hands to make an outline of a woman in front of him, indicating how curvy Cassie was.
Judge ignored him.
So did Trip. “Who’s watchin’ the dogs? Want me to keep ‘em up at the house?”
“Nope. Stayin’ with Cassie and her girl. Figured the girl will love ‘em and they’ll love bein’ spoiled. Plus, they can protect her while we’re gone.”