Page 2 of Benga's Rise

“Thanks, Web. I’ll get it back to you tomorrow.”

Turning, I look for Cort, the Brother is already in a conversation with what has to be a Mason and Paul. I shake my head and move toward Jinx at the bar. He’s got a mamma already hanging off him.

“I need one of those,” Falcon says, shocking Hade and me.

“What happened with Harmony?” Hade doesn’t look happy.

I watch Falcon’s face seeing surprise again today. “We’re friends. We’ve never been more than that.”

“Does she know?” I’ve been fucking busy, but I thought they were together. She’s got a kid and doesn’t need a revolving door. I thought it was good between them. I’ve seen him with her little girl in town.

He gives me a look like I’m stupid. “Of course she knows. She’s been out with Brothers, I told her were decent. I even watched the kid for her when the grandmother was sick. I look out for her because she’s a good friend to have.”

Jesus, I’m missing shit with my Brothers. “Sorry I missed all that, Brother. Meant no disrespect, but I don’t ask personal shit and maybe should.”

He throws chin, taking no offense, “Mamma walking in. You looking for one too?”

I see the chick and nod. She’s a pretty little thing, about twenty-five with dark hair and some meat on her.

“I’ll see if she’s into tandem. I hate the used Club chicks. There are too many Brothers here tonight to find a fresh one.” He walks away and Hade is laughing.

“Didn’t see that one either. I’ll get Cort home, Brother. If he’s into a three-way, he’s forgiven you. Don’t walk away.”

I nod, wondering where the hell all this is coming from, but only for a minute. Falcon has the pretty little mamma by the hand and is leading her my way.

“This is Candy, she’s from a Club in Colorado. Candy, this is Raid, VP of Phoenix. He’s got a room here, so we’re not throwing anyone out of a Club chick’s.” His seriousness makes me smile knowing it’s something he’s done before. Candy thinks the smile is for her and I let her. Putting my hand on her back, we walk her in between us up the stairs with a get-to-know-you convo as we go.

I love the fucking Brotherhood.