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Music is already pumping through the speakers. Tonight, we’re partying. Brothers from our Florida charter are in town visiting, meaning tonight’s party is going to be bigger than it usually is. Tomorrow, the ol’ ladies will be putting out a large ass feast for all of us. Then the day after, we’re meeting in church with the other charter to discuss some shit Risk, the Florida Charter’s Prez, came this way to discuss.
I don’t know what it is, but considering the rumors I’d been hearing, I think Risk is going to need as much backup as he can get. His charter is smaller than ours, and in truth, he could use a few more members to his club. Though I don’t know Risk. I know him well enough to know he ain’t about to let anyone in that he doesn’t trust not to stab him in the back. I can’t say I don’t blame him either.
“Yo, Lynch, what’s happenin’?” Warrant, VP to the Florida Charter, calls out, a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, two of the strays hanging from either side of him.
“How you been, Warrant?” I ask, stepping close as he releases the two strays, who automatically start pouting, The two of us hug each other and slap one another’s backs. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Warrant, but I know him to be a friend. He’s a damn cutthroat, but still, I claim him as a friend and brother. “Good to see you.”
“Same, brother, same,” Warrant states, nodding and stepping back to reclaim the two women who I’m sure will be giving him a damn good time tonight. I know both the strays and better him than me ‘cause damn if I don’t need the headache. “We’re gonna have to catch up while we’re in town.”
“Yeah, but tonight’s about partying and getting shitfaced.” I snort and motion for the prospect behind the bar to get me a beer. I’m still feeling on edge from seeing Camilla and that fuckwad Ezra.
I need to talk to Fuse about it. I also need to speak to Pitch Black. The two of us are as close as brothers rather than cousins. Maybe I should just go straight to my uncle, Fury. He knew about what happened with Camilla where others don’t. I didn’t want others to know, and I kept it that way. That is until she came here and all but threw damn divorce papers in my face.
“Don’t worry, Lynch, I intend to get more than a little shitfaced tonight,” Warrant announces.
“Have fun with that, brother. I’ll catch you later,” I remark and leave him to the strays while going in search of Fuse or Pitch Black.
I spot both of them sitting at a table with their ol’ ladies. Not all the ol’ ladies are here tonight, some of them prefer to stay at home rather than deal with the parties. Mostly, they rotate in taking turns with the kids. I don’t blame them. Every last one of them is protective of their kids, and not one of us can blame them. Those women have a system of their own and live by it to do their part in keeping all of the kids safe.
Plenty has happened to this club over the years, and it’s made those women more protective than ever. Hell, my brothers and myself would kill anyone who dared to harm any of those kids or the ol’ ladies that belong to this club.
“Hey, Lynch,” Angelina greets me from her perch on my cousin’s lap.
The two of them are always touching each other if they’re in the same room together. That is unless Pitch Black’s in the doghouse, which I’ve seen happen a couple times. Mostly, though, he doesn’t stay there for long. The man has a way of worming his way back into his bed, where he sleeps next to the woman he’s always been in love with.
I remember the days when he’d lost her. Then, years later, they found their way back to each other.
“What are y’all up to over here?” I ask, taking a set next to Fuse.
“Angelina and I were getting ready to go back over to the house,” Lyrica announces. “Brodie has a cold, so I didn’t want to leave him alone for long.”
“Yeah, Carson’s sticking close to him while Brielle and Lily hang with the other kiddos,” Angelina states, pride filling her voice at the mention of Carson. That kid is growing way too damn quick and is the spitting image of his dad, for sure.
“Tell Carson he still owes me a rematch on the Xbox,” I tell her and tilt my beer to my lips and take a long pull of the cold brew, savoring the bitter taste on my tongue. When I lower the bottle, I glance between both. “Need to talk to both of you.”
“This about what I think?” Fuse asks.
“You go see Camilla?” Pitch Black demands at the same time.
“Oh, I saw her all right,” I confirm, squeezing the neck of the bottle in my hand a little too tight. “I planned on talking to her, but when she came out of the building she works in, she walked right into the arms of none other than Ezra Pennington’s son.”
“You’re shitting me.” Pitch Black grimaces.
“Nope,” I remark, making a popping sound with the P.
“So, Junior is dating your wife,” Fuse quips.
“Yep.” Again, emphasizing the P.
“Shit, you want me to look into it?” Fuse asks, letting his woman up.
“We’ll let you guys talk and see you later,” Lyrica interrupts and leans into Fuse in order to kiss him.
“I ain’t gonna be long,” Fuse tells her as she gets to her feet and returns his attention to me. “Need me to do some digging?”
“Wouldn’t hurt.” I shrug. “What I need, though, is to get in the ring,” I inform them both.
“Then let’s do it,” Pitch Black states, nodding. “But we’re still talking about this shit.”
