Page 36 of Indecent Lies

“It’s true.” His rust filled voice spoke. He took up position near Rider’s shoulder again. “The kids scoped out the place, saw a ton of vehicles, and people going inside. They hung around and got a gander at a chick taking three dicks in all her holes while another guy filmed it.”

“Man,” whistled Tag. Prince Charming was grinning. For once his face wasn’t busted up because he hadn’t had a fight in the cage in weeks. “Bet Dix about lost his spunk right there.”

The brothers took their chuckles before the serious talk would get underway.

Rider shared a silent look with his VP, they were on the same wavelength about what needed to be done, that he was sure he was seeing Hawk’s skin pulsate.

He always got a sinister glow about him when he wanted to put the hurt on someone.

Now he was married to Rider’s sister, and they had a kid, Hawk had reasons to keep their streets clean of scum. Even if it meant murdering every person in town.

His VP would see it done.

“Should I tell Texas anything?” Snake broke through Rider’s thoughts.

If Texas caused this by accident, then he was grateful, but he was no longer a brother.

“Club business,” Rider said and Snake nodded in understanding.

Such a fucking shame too, he liked Texas, he was a good man and he’d been an asset to the club. No one liked handling the money the way he did and he needed to give the treasurer patch to someone sooner or later or he’d go mad doing the figures.

But as Rider knew, loyalty was above everything for him.

He knocked his knuckles on the table to stop the rabble from flapping their gums.

They had a plan to put in place.

One that if it worked, would blow a hole in the ozone layer that was thebratva.

Enough.

Was.

Enough.

TEN

“Rum and the truth.” - Texas

After Poppy turned tail and took off without saying a word, Texas absolutely punked out and stayed in the bottom apartment long after Snake went home to his family.

He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing and when he climbed the stairs, tired and in need of a drink after a long hot shower, he never expected to find her on the couch, drunk off her ass, cradling a bottle of his Morgan Spiced Rum like a newborn baby.

Being around drunk women a lot at the club, this was not his first rodeo, but having one sprawled on his couch was.

He remembered this one time, the first year Z-girl was part of the club, how she got wasted at the bar with Jed, giggling with the old man and all the boys standing at a distance just watching it go down, too afraid to get near, because Rider was weird about that shit. Can’t blame him, every biker gets a little OTT for his old lady.

Rider had been alerted by someone and he’d stormed in like a hurricane and carried her home.

An urge in him festered low in his gut to carry Poppy off somewhere.

To the bedroom.

Or the bathroom if she was going to ralph. He was definitely not cleaning up sick. If he were still treasurer he would have called one of the prospects over to do it. Guess he was the fucking prospect now if she did go exorcist in his living room.

“You eaten?”

“Nope,” she said, cradling the glass to her lips. The bottle was full this morning. She was definitely going to ralph.