Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Allie’s going to fucking kill me though.
Looking up into the clear Kentucky skies, I can’t imagine a better place to ever be.
The loud rumble of hogs coming down my street makes my fucking smile split my face. Ain’t nothin’ sexier than hearing the rumble of a bike.
Sound is one fucking thing though, the picture is entirely fucking different.
Motherfucker. I don’t got a fucking clue how Tampon got Hammy to ride bitch on the back of his bike, but he sure as fuck did.
Hammy’s so big, and hunched over Tampon the way he is, it kinda looks like one of them circus bears ridin’ around on a tiny bicycle.
What starts as chuckling coming out of mouth soon erupts into deep fucking laughs coming from my stomach from the sheer fucking absurdity of it.
Big ass man too big for most bikes is riding behind a fucking dude on a bike.
Fuck me.
Three bikes and four men pull into my drive, and I gotta sit my ass down on the stoop because I’m laughing so fucking hard.
Grem, Poster Boy, Tampon, and Hammy all dismount from their bikes and walk the rest of the way up to the stoop where I’m sitting. I do notice though that each of the fuckers makes sure to park nowhere near the back of Allie’s soccer-mom-mobile.
Clutching my chest, I look at Grem, and just the sight of him barely restraining himself has me about to lose it again.
“Fucking hell, Tampon, how’d you get Hammy ridin’ bitch like that?” I ask.
“Awww Pres, I don’t gotta be Tampon, do I?” Steve, forever known as Tampon, asks.
“You’re Tampon till something better comes along,” I say with a grin and nod to Poster Boy. “You wanna say anything to me?”
“Pres?” Poster Boy asks, confused.
Standing up from the stoop, I walk over to him and offer out my hand. “I owe you, Poster. I don’t know what all you said to Allie, but I got the impression it broke through some of them walls she had up in her head.”
Looking at my hand, he stares at it for a moment, and then shakes it with a firm grip. “I was just offended she forgot about givin’ me the name Poster Boy.”
“Fuck, only you could be proud of being the Poster Boy for retroactive abortion,” I say with a laugh and pull my hand out his.
Fuck, he was owed that handshake, but don’t mean I was happy to do it.
Grem wraps his arm around Poster Boy’s shoulders and says, “I brought them back to watch the house while we’re at Church. I figure they know the drill and hopefully won’t be fallin’ for any more of your ol’ lady’s tricks.”
Smiling, I nod my head at him. “I think as long as they keep their acts together, they’ll be good.”
Looking around the group, I say, “Poster, give me a second of your time.”
“Sure, boss,” he says and steps away from the group with me.
I start off by saying, “Poster, this is a Church night and I wanna let you know about some of the voting we’re gonna do.”
“I’m with you, Pres, don’t give a shit about the reasons or details. If you vote yes, that’s my vote. Nothin’ changes that, period,” he says and looks me in the eyes like I should have known this already.
Fuckin’ figures though, this is Poster’s way. He isn’t a blind follower though. He simply puts his trust in me to do whatever I think necessary.
Doesn’t care how dirty it gets, he does his job.
“Alright, brother, I appreciate that,” I say and then I add even quieter. “Don’t call Allie ma’am, ever.”
“No problem,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
Nodding my head to the guys, I say, “Grem, let’s get the fuck to the club. It ain’t good for us to always be the last ones to show.”
Walking past the guys, I hop on my bike, stand it up, then look at Hammy, “Make sure you call Allie, ma’am. Got it, prospect? Tampon… Fuck, man. Don’t offer my ol’ lady a fucking tampon again, ya sick fuck.”
Every damn time I walk into Church it gives me the fucking gut clench. This is where we make hard decisions and then stick by them. Lives often hang in the balance of our decisions and we try not to take it lightly.
Walking up to the head of the table, I look down at the packed room. All of us are here tonight. I had Whitey call in the lifers and everyone else to get this shit settled quickly.
Sitting down in my chair, I look over at Whitey. “You filled everyone in on this morning and our current situation?”
“Best that I could,” Whitey’s deep rumble comes from behind his black, white, and gray beard.
“Good. I’ll give my account and then my ideas after we hear from Grem on the guns situation,” I say and look at the guys around me.